11 Years Ago on Halloween

We were still only roommates then, sharing space and meals, occasional teases and flirts. Getting ready to go out for the night, I remember saying to Jess, “If it doesn’t work out tonight and I don’t fuck him, I’m done trying.”

I remember running up the steps behind you and grabbing your ass on the way by.

I don’t remember exactly when you got to the bar, but I know I had a solid buzz going by then.

You were dressed in kakis and a button down. I was dressed as a dominatrix, whip and ball gag in hand.

We said hi, acknowledged each other, but that was about it.

And then someone came up to me, late in the night, my head fuzzy with beer and vodka, and told me you left. They said they saw Kristen come in, and they think you might have went with her.

Jess was pulling me out the front door, determined you would be mine, when I saw you.

You were sitting alone in the dinning room of the bar watching football, sipping on a Miller Light.

My hand slipped from Jess’s as I turned the corner and walked towards you in the dim room.

You were half leaning, half sitting on a table, and you spread your legs when I walked close, pulling me between them, your hand resting on the small of my back.

My heart was racing.

“I thought you left.”

“Why would I leave?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

I don’t remember what we talked about after that, blame it on alcohol or time or something. But I remember we left, went across the street to play pool.

I remember you driving my car back home. I remember sneaking up to my room to smoke a bowl. I remember we had someone from the bar with us, but paid no attention to them, as we curled up in my small twin bed, you spooning me from behind, your arm curled around my waist.

I remember slipping out of my boots, and then my pantyhose. I remember you asking me to keep them on.

I don’t know how we got from my room to yours, but I remember you between my legs, your tongue slipping between my folds. I remember my hands in your hair and my back arched.

I remember my hand wrapped around your cock, thinking how hard it was, how thick.

I couldn’t tell you how we fucked, those memories not even clear the next day. But I can tell you when I woke up Friday morning, curled up to your warm body, I didn’t want to leave your bed.

I love you Daddy. Shortly thereafter, and every day since.

15 responses to “11 Years Ago on Halloween

  1. I love a twin bed! That was reminiscent of so many evenings I experienced way back when…foggy and vague but nice nonetheless. I would go back in a heartbeat.


  2. Such wonderful memories for you. Thank you for sharing.

  3. Sounds like the best Halloween ever. 🙂

  4. How funny! It was Halloween 13 years ago for me and my hubby! Love this, its so sexy.

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