From the moment I checked him out—er, checked in for his hot yoga class—I was smitten with Daddy. He was tall, dark, handsome, and ripped—not like the Hulk but slim-ripped like a movie star, with a movie-star face and smile to match. His energy was damn good too—and so it was settled: I wanted him.
I was all, Yes, Daddy! in my head after every cue he gave us, sticking my ass up that much higher in downward dog and hoping he’d notice. I even found myself scanning the room between poses for any “competition” that might stand between me and him (admittedly not the yogic mindset). But was he even available? Was he even into women?!
Instead of asking him out in person after class, I showered, went home, and stalked him online—like a lady. A few keywords from his teacher profile and a little googling later, I was on his Insta, sliding into his DMs like sliding into downward-facing dog. After a few casual niceties, I got brave and asked him out. The OMG-he’s-texting-back ellipsis appeared, and I was at the edge of my seat waiting for his reply….
A wave of relief and excitement washed over me as a paragraph appeared on my screen—a good paragraph! Daddy welcomed and reciprocated my flattery, sharing that he was recently single and was, in fact, into women. Score! We set up a hiking date the next day.
We smoked a joint as we walked around the Japanese gardens near the trail, sharing our life stories and fully hitting it off. How refreshing to meet someone “in the wild” and vibe so hard.
Not long into our hike, we stopped to take in the ocean view, and I took in my situation. There I was, standing shoulder to shoulder with the handsome stranger who, just a few days ago, was instructing me and a roomful of other sweaty strangers to “Keep going!” with our yogi bicycle crunches. That’s how quickly life can change, I thought.
As we gazed out in appreciation, without even realizing it, our breathing had organically synchronized. At the exact same moment, we both inhaled deeply, and exhaled with a long, audible sigh. Ahhh. At the bottom of our exhales we giggled, still looking straight ahead at the gorgeous view. “That felt so good. Let’s do it again,” I said.
We inhaled and held it, then exhaled with another sigh, in perfect unison. Ahhh.
And it was at the bottom of that second, synchronized exhale—which gave me a body high like our auras were amalgamating—that I knew I was about to kiss him.
I turned towards him. He turned towards me. And we kissed in a magnetic, eyes-closed-but-everything’s-bright kind of way. The vista disappeared, the hike we were supposed to go on no longer existed. Physically we were making out on a hillside, spiritually we were on vacation in The Bliss Dimension…
…Aaand then a hiker passed by and snapped us back into reality. Oops! We were pretty ferociously feeling each other up, forgetting our surroundings. I looked down to confirm what I thought was pressed up against me. Sure enough, through his green joggers I could see the topographical map of Daddy Dickland, and I wanted a one-way ticket there now.
“Is that even safe to hike with?” I asked playfully.
He laughed, and we decided we’d better get back to my place. Our cravings for each other were ravenous, and no one should go on a hike hungry—especially when the option to “eat” is only 3.4 miles away.
We salivated for each other as the longest 3.4-miles ever led to the quickest tour ever of my place. We landed on the couch where I straddled him, kissing from where we left off. As we writhed on each other, pushing our bodies together and pulling on the occasional bottom lip, I could feel how wet I was getting. This connection was no joke.
I slid my hands from his—oh, I don’t know, twelve-pack?—abs up to his shoulders and started instinctually massaging him, surprising myself. I’ve never felt an urge to massage someone; I’m usually the Goddess receiving such treatment. But with Daddy I was overcome with a need to make him feel good. It was suddenly my submissive mission to ease his tension and give him as much pleasure as possible, and the most beautiful thing was happening: I was feeling him feeling good. For whatever reason (my money’s on the breathwork connection) I was feeling double the pleasure, both his and mine.
Needing more surface area to be connected, we got up and headed to my bedroom. On the way, we stopped at my giant mirror and stripped down, admiring our yoga-toned bods. We looked like a perfect yin yang together as he stood slightly behind me, the outline of my curves popping against his strong torso. I watched through the mirror as he traced his hands along my hips up to my waist, then grabbed my full tits, holding on.
“Mmmm,” he sighed in my ear, making my pussy ping for more.
“Mmmm! Now I need to really massage you, Daddy! Face down.”
“Yes, baby,” he said in a lower voice, departing our stance to go lay across my bed.
I grabbed my CBD-infused massage oil and sprinkled it all over his back and ass. He had a nice, strong one, perfect for me to sit my wet pussy on. My arousal grew steadily as I rubbed the oil into his soft, smooth skin, relishing both how good his body felt to my hands, and how good my hands felt to his body.
“Turn over, I wanna massage your neck, Daddy,” I moaned, totally getting off on giving.
He landed his head in my lap, and I wrapped my legs around him from behind, working my fingers into his neck muscles as he dissolved into my touch. Then I started massaging his head, and that’s when everything really went berserk. As I made my way around his scalp, pressing into the tension points and breathing with him, we started literally getting off on it. I was soaking wet, he was fully erect and dripping with pre-cum, both of us having almost-orgasms over and over.
In other words, we were accidentally being tantric as fuck! How was I this close to coming from massaging someone's head?! He must’ve felt it too, because he turned around to face me and started kissing me from my neck down, down, down. When he got dangerously close to my pussy he looked up at me and said, “Is this okay?”
“Yes! But I’m so close, Daddy, I don’t know how much I can take!” I pleaded, offering my pussy up to his lips.
Damn he’s good at this. He was gentle, thorough, and intuitive—taking his time and sucking my clit at just the right moments. I was drenched! When he came up for air (and a condom), I grabbed his face in my hands to suck off my juices.
“God, you’re driving my crazy, Babydoll,” he said, gracefully positioning me flat on my back so I was looking up at him. I watched as he stood on his knees and rolled on the Magnum. Then he picked me up by my thighs, pulling me towards him so his cock was pushed right up against me.
“I want you, Daddy, please,” I begged.
Slowly he gave me what I wanted, pausing halfway down his shaft so I could pull my ass cheeks apart and spread myself open to let him in deeper.
There we go. Once he was fully inside me, I let my entire body go limp—not in a non-participatory way, but in an I surrender, take me, Daddy way. And take me he did. His upward curve was hitting me just right, and the more I relaxed and let him hold my weight, the better our rhythm became.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I started repeating in a quiet, relaxed whisper, over and over as he thrusted in and out of me. I legitimately felt so grateful that this kind, yogi Adonis was fucking me good. “Thank you for giving me what I need, Daddy.”
“Babydoll, you’re gonna make me come!” He huffed—and then, “I’m coming!” He pulled my hips all the way up against him, as tight as they’d go, and I stayed right there, enjoying how hard his cock pulsed inside me.
I was right on the edge but hadn’t come yet, so we slowly pulled him out and threw away the condom. I flipped over, face down/ass up, like low cobra. Daddy licked his fingers, still breathing heavy from his climax, and filled me from behind. Mmm! Having his pointer and middle finger in me almost felt more intimate than his cock! I started rubbing my clit, working together with him as he tapped down and forward from within.
“Let it go, Babydoll, let it gooo,” he whispered in my ear, pressing his bodyweight against me, making me feel safe and held. His words were all I needed—a full circle from him instructing me into asanas a few days ago, to him instructing me into orgasm right now.
“That’s it, come for Daddy. Let it gooo.”
“I’m coming, Daddy, I’m coming!!!” I burst into the ether and became a lightning bolt of golden electricity, tethered to Earth only by his fingers inside me, the perfect conductors for my climactic storm. He felt my jolts and seemed very pleased. When he started to pull out I grabbed his wrist—I needed a few more moments of this ultra-connection for my come down.
And then…we flopped over and started cracking up—laughing because we couldn’t believe how seamlessly this entire whatever-this-was had gone. We were sexed and centered. When he left a couple hours (and a few more orgasms) later, I showered and got into bed for the deepest savasana of my life.
Namaste, Daddy 🙏.
GG Sauvage is a writer and all-around artist on a mission to f*ck shame away and empower people with self-love. She designed The Sexiest Deck Alive: Erotic Oracle Cards to Turn You On & Help You Turn the Corner, co-hosts the Basic Witches podcast, and wrote the audio drama Sex and the Synchronicity. See her work at Refinery29, Vogue Italia, Vulture, CollegeHumor, and WhoHaHa, and check out her website for more!
