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Click hereDaddy stopped hugging me around that time too. I didn't know why... What had I done wrong? I felt an unsettling change had happened between us, and I could feel it every time he looked me in the eyes. Maybe he felt bad that he couldn't help me pay for college. Or maybe he didn't like my choice of employment. Or maybe I reminded him too much of mom... All I knew for sure was that the change left both of us feeling just...distant and sad.
"I don't want to go to college, Daddy. I've got a good thing going at the tattoo shop. Did you know that people come from miles around just to pay me to do what I do best? They want to pay for my art! It may seem like just a dead-end job to you, but Janie says that if I stick with it, I could buy her out in a few short years- she's even said she'd be willing to carry the financing... I want to be an entrepreneur- like Janie... No college can teach me how to be what I want to be!"
"I just want the best for you, Debbie... You're all I've got in this world, and... I'm not going to be around forever... What kind of man do you expect to meet in that kind of environment anyway? Not the kind of guy you deserve... not the kind of guy that deserves you."
Maybe I'm not looking for a man, Dad.
"A lot of different types of people get tattoos and piercings these days, Daddy... successful people... professionals... lawyers... scientists..."
"I want you to have whatever makes you happy, Sweetie, I know you'll be successful in whatever you put your mind to."
That was his way of telling me he'd lost interest in continuing the argument- another hollow victory for Debbie.
***
All I know for sure is: I haven't gotten laid since I broke up with Tyler three weeks ago and masturbation just isn't cutting it lately. More often I'll get myself right up to the edge of orgasm and then stop myself... it's weird... I know. But I kind of like the intense swirling pain that follows in the wake of these self-denials...
It makes me realize I need something real; something three-dimensional; somebody different; a person nothing like anybody I've experienced yet- who knows how to make my pussy ache with anticipation; somebody with emotions as complex as my own- that knows just how to get my sexual motor all revved-up- and keep it spinning in that special way... Somebody that has as deep a need to render service to someone as my own. Somebody to command me... Somebody that knows how to unlock my secret desire for pleasure and... Pain ...? Man or woman, I don't fucking care at this point. I just want a confident person that knows how to take charge and tame my wild emotions. That's a tall order. I guess when I put it all together, it sounds like two different people: a dominant and a submissive... Isn't that impossible?!
Why does my imagination keep showing me Amanda's strong- chiseled cheekbones- statuesque chin- big intelligent eyes? Her face is imprinted indelibly into my mind like a definite answer to a question I've been too afraid to ask.
***
And now Amanda is asking me to tell this guy dressed as a girl all about 'Prince Alberts.' And all I feel is fucking-turned-on and like something big is about to go down. I feel like I'm about to be hypnotized, and the best part is: I want to be.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoafter reading all 15 chapters I do hope you continue this great story
CaughtGirl79almost 8 years agoI think too many people who read these stories... If the narrative strays from their particular set of gross fetishes, they can't handle it.
If I read a story that challenges my norms, all I ask is that it's written well, and I still rate it highly just as long as it held my interest.
When I read an anonymous comment that is mean, I picture a fat, chain-smoking unemployed dirtbag living in a trailer park writing it and move on.
These stories are free! Fucking anonymous commenters need to grow the fuck up or shut the fuck up.
Thanks for writing the way you write, Shy. Kisses.
ShyDenZenalmost 8 years agoAuthorI promise to leave up any comment- positive or negative from any person willing to attach it to their name.
Anonymous, if you can't say it constructively, I won't leave it up. All you wanna be Simon Cowells... Why bother?
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoVery well done! Great change up. This may be my favorite chapter yet.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoYay for character development!
Thank you very much, Shy, for giving us Debbie ' s back story. It was well done yet not overly done. I get her now, and I get how she's been drawn into Amanda ' s web. She's a bit of a needy sponge eager to soak up any drippings she can. Now comes the trick of balancing the sadness of that neediness and the blooming possible with finding what one needs. This is what happens when porn gets sullied by actual plot and characterizations. ;-)
