PoutPosted: August 8, 2013
Daddy couldn’t make our date this morning. He didn’t have a lot of time, but we were both horny, so he told me to meet him in the parking lot of a coffee shop, then go park somewhere with him to fuck in his car. I wore a dress with no panties, like he told me to, and waited for about fifteen minutes before deciding to check my email. It took me awhile to get on the shop’s wi-fi (my phone sucks); when I did, I saw his name in my inbox.
“Daddy can’t make this morning, hun. I’m so sorry and so horny.”
Me too, Daddy.
I won’t complain too much because I don’t want to be a brat, but I pouted. I pouted on the way to the grocery store, where I bought ingredients to make dinner for my family. I pouted as I sat outside and had a cigarette. I pouted on the drive home. And I’m pouting now.
One of the perks of being a Little Girl is the fact that I am allowed to act like one.