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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Prologue/Chapter One
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The Taking of The Desert Rose - Prologue/Chapter One The Taking of The Desert Rose I could not sleep anymore. Even though I had seen her off the night before, and had fallen asleep, alone, well after midnight, I was up as the dawn was. I stood in my dark kitchen, sipping my coffee, looking out the south-facing window. The sun had not quite appeared and there was a beautiful crescent moon almost right above where her solar companion would appear any moment now. “I have to write down the story,” I thought to myself. Prologue I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in pain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire Those dreams are tied to a that will never tire And in the flames Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire This desert rose Each of her veils, a secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this........ -Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000 Sex and Love. Pleasure and Pain. Experience and innocence. Longing and Fulfillment. Michelle was on a journey of sexual discovery when I first met her. Of course, I could not know this at first. Michelle was an amazing dichotomy that goes with being a modern, extremely beautiful, and very unsatisfied, woman. When I first met her there was something beneath that beautiful exterior that begged me to discover it. I was her man from the mountains. Michelle was the Desert Rose.... First, we must go back to the beginning........ I was seated at the bar watching several games on the multiple video screens that I really did not give a damn about. I had just taken the first sip of my second beer when SHE came walking up and, much to my surprise, sat down right next to me even though there was another chair next to that that was still empty. She was beautiful and tan. Yet, her skin was silky and rich. She had gorgeous, thick brown hair that was up at the time. She had soulful, deep brown eyes that, at times, reminded me of a beautiful doe. Her eyes were adorned with luxurious, long eyelashes. She wore a dress that had a plunging neckline that accented two, sumptuous breasts that, at first, I had trouble diverting my eyes from. She seemed to notice my “dilemma” and smiled slyly---but she did not say anything. Somehow, we eventually struck up a conversation and I discovered that, much to my surprise, she was both charming and shy. I made her laugh and I made her blush. When I saw her blush a jolt of great excitement welled up within me because I knew that she was attracted to me. “So, you wanna get a table for dinner?” I somewhat stammered in a voice that did not cover up that excitement. “Sure, that’d be nice. Um, I’m Michelle,” she replied while extending her hand. I shook her soft hand and was surprised at how small it was, almost like that of a . We went off to dinner. Chapter One - “Discovery” And as she turns This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams This fire burns I realize that nothing's as it seems -Sting, The Desert Rose, 2000 We ordered and chatted. We ate and chatted. We flirted and laughed. But, on one level, the dinner was ordinary until, after a short silence, Michelle surprised me by saying, “Have you ever heard of the term ‘vanilla sex’?” I was taken back by the expression on her face. It was pleading about something yet unspoken between us. I stopped chewing the bite I was in the middle of. Then I hurried and swallowed. The whole time she was staring intently at me. “Yes, um, YES, I certainly do-um-” I started to reply but she stopped me. From out of nowhere, Michelle’s voice changed. It became much higher, like that of a . There was a sound of pure innocence about it. She became wide-eyed and took on the demeanor of the young girl that was inside of this full-grown woman. “Daddy, tell me about vanilla sex?” said the voice of the little girl. I nodded knowingly. My heart started to race. I suddenly realized that I was completely in my own element. I knew exactly what she was asking for and it thrilled me to no end. I smiled my knowing smile and answered slowly, “Well, little girl-” As I said the words “little girl” Michelle’s expression softened and showed an odd combination of excitement and, what I would call, relief. “Oh, Yes, Daddy,” she exhaled in a sigh. There was longing now on her beautiful face. “Well, little girl,” I repeated. “Vanilla sex is normal sex. It is what most people have when they, um, make love to one another.” “Daddy, Tell me about sex, will you please, huh, Daddy?” she said while slightly bouncing up and down in her place. I’ll never forget the look that she gave me just then. Michelle was hungry. Over the last couple of years she had discovered an overwhelming need within herself to play-act the role of a little girl with her sexual partners. But most of the men that she had dated thought she was too weird. Or they had no idea how to play-act the role of the “Daddy”. OR BOTH. The little girl had hungered for acceptance and to be understood by a man that could be a special paternal figure to the innocent, and yet very sexual, “little girl”. “Well, my sweet girl,” she smiled brightly when I used the word “sweet”, “sex is a very special form of physical expression between two people.” She reached over and grabbed my hand. For a brief moment she spoke as the adult woman once more, “Isn’t it mental, as well, darling?” My heart leaped up into my throat when she called me darling. “Well-uh, um-yes-” I kindof stammered. She patted the top of my hand with her free hand and, once again, as the “little girl” spoke, “Oh, Daddy, don’t be nervous you can tell me.” And then she smiled and sighed as she looked into my own sensitive, multicolored eyes. I sighed very deeply and continued, “Sex is very complex and very simple.” “What do you mean, Daddy?” “It is very simple to ‘just have sex’ with someone. However, discovering all of the passions and desires within each sexual being can be very complex. Vanilla sex for most people is how they define all the sex they ever have. Kinda dull, kinda boring---DEFINITELY SAFE ---but mostly the same day-in and day-out.” “Oh, Daddy, that really does sound boring. How would you make it more exciting?” “First, I would romance my lover. I would take her to a nice restaurant for dinner and, at the appropriate time, I would reach over and let her hair down,” I replied while reaching behind Michelle’s head and letting her hair down. I ran my fingers through her beautiful think brunette hair. Then I slowly started to stroke her hair from the top of her head back downwards towards the middle of her back. “Then, I would slowly stroke my little girl’s beautiful hair to soothe her and make her feel safe,” I continued. “Then I would-” I reached my hand behind the nape of her neck and, while intertwining my fingers upwards to firmly hold the hair at the back of her head, I pulled her forward and started to softly kiss her beautiful, full lips. I teased the front of her mouth with my lips and just the tip of my tongue. She put up no resistance and, in fact, tentatively moved her own tongue to the very front of her mouth so that it could come into very brief contact with mine. I kissed softly the top lip and then the bottom. Then I thrust my tongue ever-so-slightly into her waiting mouth and found that her willing tongue was there to greet mine. I crushed my mouth down upon hers as I pulled her head from behind upwards to crush back at me. We kissed passionately. There was mutual hunger and budding lust in such a kiss. Our tongues explored and caressed each other inside of her generous mouth. It was the best kiss that I have ever given a woman. I pulled away, finally, and continued, “Then I would kiss her with all of the passion in my soul.” From a few inches away I stared into my new lover’s soulful brown eyes. “Ohhhh, Dad-dy-,” Michelle nearly moaned in the voice of the full grown woman. “Yes, Babygirl?” I said slyly as I reached to take a sip of my wine. Still in the woman’s lowered, sensual voice, that had great lust within it’s tone, she asked, “Ohhh, Dad-dy, how can you do that?” No longer shy, I looked to find that her magnificent breasts were heaving upwards and downward within her chest as she started to breathe rapidly. Then, as a defense mechanism, she reverted back to the “little girl”. She slugged me on my shoulder, much to my surprise, and then she blurted out, “Daddy, that was very naughty!” She then giggled and turned away slightly while blushing bright red. “YOU, are a very-” I pulled her faced back toward mine again, “-silly-girl.” Once again, I crushed my mouth upon hers and found that she was completely eager to continue exploring my mouth and tongue. I thought I heard a soft moan and, this time, when I broke away, I could see the slight outline of what had to be very erect nipples that were now straining against the material of her dress. “Little girl is not really interested in vanilla sex, are you?” I asked knowingly. She turned away and stared outward with very wide eyes. She shook her head “no”. Then she giggled again. Then she turned her head back to gaze with a big “cheshire cat” grin upon her face. “No, you don’t, do you?” I continued. Then I leaned downward and kissed her lovely sloping neck just below her ear and placed my lips just a fraction of an inch away from the ear. I spoke in my low, soothing baritone voice, “In fact, you want to have naughty, VERY naughty sex with your Daddy, don’t you?” “Princess wants to be naughty,” she said in a very small voice. “Please Daddy, Please?” I slid my way out of the booth that we were seated in. I reached my hand out to help her out as well. I gave her a long, passionate hug as she stood up. I looked once more into her pleading, hungry eyes and said, “Come, my princess, Daddy will take you home now.” I started to step away only to find Michelle clinging to me in another hug and pleading, “Please take care of me, Daddy, Please?” “I will, my darling princess. I will,” I reassured the beautiful “little girl” while stroking her hair once more. Then I kissed her on the forehead, took her by the hand, and led her off into the night...... ======================== The above is for the real "michelle"--- the fragile flower blooming in the desert of Arizona........ As Always Daddy would love comments.......AC |
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