Yes Daddy

MONALISA

I walked down the rainy and lonely path leading home, not caring about the rain pouring down my body and wetting me up in a way my boyfriend could never.

My boyfriend had just broken up with me and I was heartbroken, perhaps not very much so but it did hurt me. His reasons? I never responded to his touches well enough and never melted in his arms like I should.

He claimed I never let him touch me enough too. Just once I had let him touch my pussy and his remark? I was dry as fuck and penetration would hurt.

That was just a week ago and today he had broken up with me, giving me one advise... To become a virgin nun for the rest of my life as I was too insensitive to a man's touch.

I was mad at how much he had shamed my body. It wasn't a lie that I couldn't get wet with him but I knew that was not entirely my fault. It could not be my fault.

I had to be sexually attracted to some type of people but I had no idea what type of people I could be attracted to. At a point, I had thought maybe I wasn't straight but that wasn't the case.

I was straight but I was hardly aroused by my now ex boyfriend.

"To hell with him!" I muttered, almost angrily and stopped at the gates that led into my home.

The lights were out and that was a little bit weird as I was sure that mum should be inside. Brushing it off with a guess that she went somewhere and was caught up there because of the rain, I proceeded into the house.

My father was dead, long dead in fact. I was just 6 when he died and if it wasn't for the pictures I stare at constantly, I would probably not even recall what he still looked like.

After my father's death, things had gone south for a few years until we suddenly moved into this huge beautiful estate. Mum said it belonged to Dad's friend who had found out about our state.

I had never seen him, never even heard his voice but he was the owner of the estate and also the one sponsoring my education. I pushed the door open after unlocking it with my thumb print and walked into the living room.

It was dark inside with only a small lamp turned on but almost immediately, I sensed the presence of someone in the living room. I looked towards the sofa and I was shocked to find a man sitting on the sofa.

He was shirtless and the only fabric on him was the towel wrapped around his waist. As much as the first thing I wanted was to scream at this strange man in our house, I could not.

I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides churn with excitement!

His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. He had a stern look on his face but that didn't take one bit or gorgeousness away from him.