Farzin's Thoughts

 Scotland welcomed us with bright summer sunlight and cool, fresh air. Our first stop was Edinburgh. We spent the entire day exploring like a real couple. We climbed up to King’s Seat for the breathtaking view of the city, walked hand-in-hand through the historic streets, visited the magnificent Edinburgh Castle, and even took a relaxing tram ride around the city. By evening we were tired but happy, our fingers still intertwined. We returned to our beautiful hotel in the heart of the city. The moment the hotel room door closed behind us, all the tiredness disappeared. We jumped onto the big soft bed like excited lovers. Daddy pulled me on top of him and started kissing me deeply. His hands slowly removed my dress and lingerie until I was completely naked. He made me lie down and went down between my legs. For the first time, Daddy gave me a long, slow, wet blowjob. His warm mouth felt heavenly on my clitty. He sucked gently, swirled his tongue, and took me deep while looking up at ...

Even after meeting so many guys, Daddy always remained my number one priority. No matter how many random hookups or group plans I had lined up, the moment Daddy called or texted, I would cancel or postpone everything without a second thought. He was my safe space, my first real claimer, and the only man who truly made me feel like the girl I was meant to be. Life outside the bedroom continued normally. I focused hard on my studies because deep down I knew — if any problem ever came from home in India, my education was the only thing that could truly protect and save me. Until then, I kept everything hidden. I only dressed up and became her inside the four walls of my room. Never outside. Never risky. Then one day Daddy dropped two big proposals that completely changed everything. “Baby girl… how about we go to Scotland during the long weekendd? Just the two of us. You can be my girl the entire trip. No hiding. No rush. Just us.” My heart skipped a beat. The idea of being fully feminine...

 Expectations vs Reality The freezing Christmas night air wrapped around us as we walked from the party house toward the nearby hotel. Marcus and Jamal flanked us like two powerful predators, their tall, muscular bodies radiating heat that cut through the cold. Marcus walked with Nicole, his big hand resting possessively on her lower back, while Jamal stayed close to me, his fingers occasionally brushing and squeezing my ass through the coat. Every few steps, one of them would lean in and whisper something filthy — “Can’t wait to stretch that pretty little sissy hole wide open,” Jamal murmured against my ear, his deep voice sending shivers straight down my spine and making my clitty twitch hard inside the soaked lace panties. The walk felt endless, my heart pounding with nervous excitement, nipples hard against the lace bra, and my hole already clenching in anticipation. The moment we stepped into the warm hotel room and the door clicked shut with a heavy finality, all restraint va...