A Catcaller's Daydream

One evening, I was walking when I passed by an old man. I paid him no mind, until suddenly he spoke. “Hey, beautiful baby,” he said.

My reaction was instantaneous. In a flash, I turned, looking at him. Moments before, he’d seemed old and creepy, but as soon as his enchanting words hit my ears, my perception changed. Suddenly, I found him irresistibly attractive and I was unable to constrain myself as I threw my body into his.

“Please,” I whispered desperately, gazing into his eyes. “Say it again.”

With an air of absolute nonchalance and coolness, he looked me up and down and let out a low whistle. The reaction came half from my body and half from my soul. I shoved my lips against his and we began to kiss passionately, our bodies writhing against each other. I pulled back.

“I shouldn’t do this,” I muttered. “How could I ever deserve your attention?”

“Nice tits, babe,” he said. I let out a low moan. Finally, I threw myself to his feet.

“Please,” I whispered again. “Ravish me.”

That evening, we went back to his appartement, which was small but I could tell it would one day get bigger, the same as his dick. I agreed to his every suggestion, and the next morning, I got up and made him a coffee, serving it to him in bed.

“My darling,” I said. “Please, let me be your lover.”

He shook his head. “You are a filthy slut.”

“Please,” I threw myself down on his bed. “I will do anything. We do not have to be exclusive. You may go out and see as many other girls as you want, and I will stay right here in your appartement, supporting your dreams and hobbies. I will do anything you like.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

I thanked him profusely and cleared his tray. As I walked away, he whistled again. “Nice ass, girl.” My heart was full and I almost wept in joy. Today we will marry, though he will remain open. I will soon borne him a son, who shall be his worthy hei, and then retreat into my lonesome to vanish into obscurity as he retrieves younger, hotter and more deserving girls.

The end.