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Ella is nervous. It’s Thanksgiving and her first time back with her parents in her family home since she decided to chase her dreams in New York City. She has a good relationship with her parents. She Facetimes with them regularly, and she tells them all the news about her job and her roommates.She hasn’t told them everything, though. A couple of months after she moved to the City, she met an older man. He is unlike any of the boys she knew growing up in her small town. What’s more, he isn’t a self-centered asshole like the young men her friends introduced her to just after her move. She doesn’t think her parents would understand the relationship, but he is good to her. He takes her to the theater and to fine restaurants. He laughs at her jokes and shares his stories of “olden” times in the 80s.Ella knows that he isn’t likely to be “The One,” but their time together is fun and the sex is great. None of her previous boyfriends were ever as solicitous about her feelings and sensations. He respects her before, during, and after they make love. More importantly, he makes her feel safe. He helps her explore different toys and roleplay games. One of their favorites, because it seems so “on the nose,” is a Seeking Arrangements game where they pretend to meet for the first time in an out-of-the-way cafe. The first time they played this game, she called him Daddy. Soon the nickname istanbul travesti stuck.During the first couple of days at home, she spends time catching up with family and old school friends. She gets texts from “Daddy” just asking how she’s doing, seeing if she needs any support. Tonight, her second night at home, she is alone in her childhood room. Her parents have preserved it untouched, just in case she decides to return. She is wearing white silk pajamas that “Daddy” helped her pick out in an NYC boutique just before she left.The pajamas were fine to wear around the house with her parents – they looked like something the ditzy heroine might have worn in a ’30s screwball comedy – but they also feel great against her body. The fit is loose. She enjoys the touch of the cool soft fabric as it softly brushes against the back of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, the small of her back, her thighs. Every time she wears them, they remind her of waking up naked in “Daddy’s” bed, enveloped in his silk sheets.As she settles in for the night, she hears her parents’ next door. She always knew the walls were thin, but she realizes now just how thin. She hears the muffled sounds of their talking and of Jimmy Fallon on their TV.She sits on her bed in the dark, her phone the only light in the room, texting Daddy about her day. An idea comes to her. She puts travesti istanbul her hair up in a ponytail, gathers her stuffed animals around, unbuttons her pajama top just enough to expose a hint of areola, does her best high school pouty face, and snaps a selfie that she sends to him. A quick text response is, “mmmmmmmm.” She puts her hand inside the shirt and pinches her nipple. Another selfie, another send, and a, “Very nice!” from Daddy.As she is posing for her next snap, she hears a buzz from on her tablet. It’s a Zoom invitation from Daddy. She tries, at first, to put him off (“My parents are next door!”), but then there’s a buzz on her phone. It’s an Amazon notification. A brand new iPad is now on its way to her NYC apartment. She smiles to herself. She knows what this means; he wants to play the SA game remotely. She decides to be a little daring. Soon, she’s on Zoom with him. As she inserts her earbuds she whispers emphatically, “I really, really, really need to be quiet.”She is softly lit by the glow of her tablet. She slowly finishes unbuttoning her pajama top. As each button releases, she notices how she is even more sensitive to the movement of the silk against her skin. Before she undoes the final button, she slips the top off her shoulders exposing her perfect breasts. She hears his appreciation in the increasing depth of his breathing. istanbul travestileri Something about that sound, his deep, rhythmic breath channeled through her earbuds, directly into her ears, is new and exciting. She feels an unexpected warmth and wetness inside. She clears a space in her bed amidst the stuffed toys. She is sitting atop her duvet, pajama top askew. The tablet is propped up next to her. She reaches down and pulls the string on the waist of her pajama pants, untying the knot. She reaches inside to and feels the wetness coat her fingers as she gently caresses her clit. She starts hesitantly, but Daddy is gently encouraging her. In his voice, she imagines his rough tongue exploring her sensitive flower and teasing her ass.Another notification on the phone. She reaches over to it to see that Daddy has requested remote access to her lush. Reflexively, in the burning warmth of the room, she accepts the request and pulls out the toy hidden in her nightstand. She licks her fingers seductively for him as she turns it on and accepts his request. She watches his eyes as she reaches into her pajamas and inserts the toy into her dripping vagina.He starts playing at a low level just to get used to the controls. It feels good to her but she aches for more. He increases the speed a little, but then turns it down again. “Oh God! Please. More,” she whispers deep from inside her being. She’s kneading her clit in deep circles now. He turns the lush up a little more. The vibration radiates through her g-spot to every corner of her taut body. She can see him stroking himself with one hand while operating the vibrator with the other.
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