A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.
Sugar Daddy Chronicles, Part 2
When we last left our Sugar Daddy, he’d spent a lovely Sunday evening with Kat. Now, two weeks later, he’s seen Primary Sugar Baby a couple of times, but is about to embark on another weekend alone.
In case you’ve forgotten, this is how it all happened. There was that day in November. A Friday. We’d been talking for a while, and I’d finally, officially asked you for a date. We were to have coffee. 10 AM.
I Paid for The Hour
She had pale skin and red lips... A deep red. In the pictures, she reminded him... reminded him of the woman who still owned his heart.
He wore a dark grey suit, white shirt, and black tie. It was well into the evening and he smelled faintly of his cologne and a bit like the end of a wildly productive day.
What I Want
I want to see you sitting on your counter in your faded jeans and your white shirt and I want you to look at me... I want to kneel on the floor in front of you and unbutton your jeans... and pull them down... and pull them over your feet and pull them off...
She faced the strong, dark, wooden door. Her hands over her head, tied together in a red silk tie and connected carefully to the thick rope hanging from the ceiling. She looked down and saw her black leather skirt to the right of her. Her feet still in the tall red heels she'd worn for their date. Her white, button down shirt rested just above the curve of her ass, the top buttons gone, her breasts pressing to escape.
Late to Class
She could barely sit in the seat. Her ass had to be red, sore, still stinging from the slaps from his belt. She loved this feeling, loved knowing she was his.
Love at Kroger
Why does it always happen at Kroger? Once, I was working at Kroger and a customer gave me a card and it had her number inside. She thought I was cute and she wanted a date.