Replacing Tony Stark

For those of you that know, Tony Stark is my great white buffalo, or basically the one that got away.


We all have that one Great White Buffalo

I mentally know I could never replace what I had with anyone sexually, but my vagina doesn’t know that. Catherine is a needy princess that wants someone to treat her how Tony Start did; not just with amazing sex, but I wanted a man to take on that Dominant Daddy to my little girl (or DD/lg for those in the know.)

I met Fickle Daddy on Tinder before Christmas; my partner was out of town and I had just recently rejoined the Tinder world. I matched with Fickle Daddy (FD) early Monday morning and we talked all day–literally all day–and being lonely and overly horny made me want to speed up the whole interview process. While talking to FD, we talked about fantasies and I went on a tangent on how much I love the DD/lg relationship. Needless to say, he was more than intrigued. While at work, he looked up what seemed to be everything to deal with DD/lg. I have never met someone so excited about what thrills me the most in bed. Having no one to come home to (other than my dog), I invited FD to have drinks with me. FD was upfront beforehand that he didn’t have money for drinks, and I had no problem being the sugar mama for happy hour. 


Just call me Mama Warbucks

We met at a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant where I became very aware that he honestly was out of my league. Aperiodic Daddy was 23 (almost 5 years my junior), tall (over 6’3), brown hair and eyes, incredibly lanky, and with exciting facial hair. I wasn’t expecting someone his age to have his life so put together (besides having no money for drinks, but a steady job and goals more than makes up for that.) With my experience, most men under 25 that say they’re on board with a friends with benefits situation is because they don’t want to date; FD didn’t want to have trust issues after his last relationship, which I was incredibly sympathetic to. I don’t want a side boyfriend; it’s enough work to make my partner happy, I don’t have enough emotional energy for a boyfriend. 

Back to the story!

FD was more than charming and captivating; he was exactly what I wanted in my bed that night. However, a volleyball game stood between me and fucking him, and not just any game, but a tournament. I convinced him to come home with me, let me change, and come to my game. Long story short, I threw that volleyball game and didn’t try to save the baddies and their horrible play. I have no guilty conscious over it; my good teammates weren’t even there, so my level of care was a zero. Aperiodic Daddy did enjoy the volleyball shorts, though. Once in my house, I went to take a shower and invited AD to join me. He suggested a bath, so I filled the bathtub. Have I mentioned that I’m a casually a bit bigger? Like, a size 18 women’s in US, which means I have huge thunder thighs, a big ass, and fabulous boobs. Well, the comical way of getting into a standard tub together caused me to get a fun scratch on my back.


Just let me take this whole bath alone. Will take pointers

We eventually settled on a shower together. He was incredibly touchy feely, and I loved it. FD alternated between giving attention to each of my boobs, sucking on them while the water ran down my head. Hottest. Shower. Ever. It took convincing to get AD out of the shower, but once he was, we made out like teenagers in bed. Granted, he was fairly close to being a teenager, but that’s just a coincidence. 

Fickle Daddy is an amazing kisser; he was tender, caressing, and used his hands like the most experienced lover. I was beside myself with how wonderful he was. When he had enough of making out, FD said “I can’t stand it anymore,” and climbed on top of me after putting on a condom. His cock was thick in all the right places, and a perfect to me 7 inches. It was heaven having him inside of me; I was in ecstasy without even needing to cum. We changed positions regularly until he said he needed to stop because he was light headed. FD had mentioned earlier that he was hypoglycemic, and then told me he hadn’t eaten since lunch. Being the incredibly caring individual I am, I made him lay down and immediately went into nurturing mode. I not only brought him food, I made him eat it, feeding it to him in the most adorable way possible. While he was recuperating, we watched a movie on Netflix, and I casually led a trail of kisses up and down his forearm and his shoulder. FD let me know I was turning him on by not only calling me “little one,” but by pulling me on top of him. I teased him more by leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and then finally showcasing my lack of gag reflex for him. He complimented me before pulling me up to him, taking my chin in his hand, kissing me deeply as he positioned himself between my legs. 

While I never came with him, I had never felt so cared for during sex in such a long time. FD cuddled with me with no intention of wanting more sex, but because that’s what a good daddy does to his little girl. I spent the next two hours cuddling with him, leaving me wanting even more. We made plans to meet the next night. It didn’t happen, sadly. I was honestly saddened by it; not because I missed the sex, but because I missed that intimacy level with someone. 

FD then disappeared. Granted, it was christmas, but texting someone back isn’t that time consumming. So, I moved on (as we can read with West Point.) I did see him again two weeks later, very unexpectdly. FD texted me the Tuesday after seeing West Point (and literally mere hours before I was to meet someone else) about being in the area. He found my place without my help, and it didn’t take him long, like before, to say that our making out in bed led him to “I can’t take this anymore” and kissed me passionately as he entered me. It was quick, but we both were on a time crunch. He only had one in him that afternoon, but he had no time constraint on kissing or cuddling with me. FD would tenderly kiss my head while pulling me closer to him. We watched did the reverse of Netflix and chill where Netflix came after sex.


When he had to leave, I dressed in my sleep clothes so that once he left I could clean myself up better before my next guest of the day came over.

Lesson learned: why can’t I find a dominant daddy that has more time for me, and specifically Catherine? Also, always have snacks for the hypoglycemic lover.


The Daring Vagina

Well…Oopsie Daisy

As mentioned briefly in other posts about Tony Stark, I enjoyed calling him daddy. I enjoyed the dominant role that brought. Being the overly sexual person that I am, I needed someone else to hold me over while Tony Stark was busy with life and work. Daddy Don (DD) was an interesting man; while he never told me his age, when I put two and two together I wish I hadn’t. Made the whole daddy thing even more realistic.


Oh my excitement could not be contained!

I didn’t say I was looking for a “daddy” or anything. When we discussed our likes in the bed, I mentioned that I liked role playing and he asked to what extent, that’s when the whole daddy/little girl aspect came out. He was nowhere near dominant; he was more along the lines of a nurturing and quiet  man that really enjoyed being called daddy. Not that I knew his age, but he didn’t look a day over 40. DD had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. His smile in the pic he sent….I was speechless and totally smitten.

We only emailed; eventually I gave him my actual email to use. I would send him pics (no face of course) of me, lingerie, and my toys. He wasn’t very descriptive in what he would do, but he did call me a “good little girl” for sharing with him, which hit my sexual buttons in all the right ways. I was ready to meet up with Mr. DD and see how it played out in person. We made a date after work during the week; I was going to meet him at his place (which is super fancy, like…super fancy and rich.) However, Daddy Don was an actual father to an 8 year old boy. While he was divorced, he still had fatherly responsibilities, which I totally respected. On the night we were to get together, he had to cancel unexpectedly, so I was sad, but I did make up for that need by seeing Southern Gent.

When planning another date, within hours of going over, DD mentioned that he was house sitting and we should meet there. I was skeptical and not up for it. Needless to say, I threw a classic Daring Vagina psycho rant at him. This caused him to almost immediately change his tune from going to the house he was house sitting. It creeps me out when people change major details like that on me at the last minute. DD tried to smooth the situation over by suggesting we could just go to his place, that it was just easier for him since he would be staying at the house he was sitting. I calmed down and said it didn’t matter; I just needed a place. I had my toys and lingerie in my car; those poor toys were uber hot when I checked in them before leaving to his place.

So, not only did he live in a fancy place, the house he was watching was also in a fancy place. Hellooooo gated community and my awkward fumbling for the code to give the gate keeper. When I finally got to the house, it was huge. The yard was huge. The windows were huge. The car DD was driving was just beautiful. I felt like Jack from Titanic just chillin all awkward in first class. I looked nice since I got off work, but not that nice. I texted to let him know I was there. I got my bag of toys and purse and headed to the huge entry way. He opened the door and I was not disappointed by his appearance; he had gray slacks, a red button up shirt, and a blue tie; his sleeves were already rolled up. I was going to be putty in his hands.

He offered me a beer, which I gladly took, and we headed upstairs to talk and get comfortable. His voice, while it could come from him, it was so soft spoken and nasally; I wasn’t really expecting it with his personality. I didn’t hate it, but my voice is pretty low, and I felt like I had the deeper voice. We talked and that’s the first clue I had that A. he didn’t realize how “young ” I was and B. how old he was. He doesn’t get quotes around old because, well, he is old. After later deducting skills were used, he was 50. I was 25. I have officially had sex with someone twice my age. But anyways, story! After talking about random super heroes since he has a son and knows these things, I suggested that I change into the lingerie I brought. He encouraged me to also lay out my toys for him to look at. I happily obliged him; I brought a very large dildo, an anal plug, and a butterfly vibrator. When I came out of the bathroom dressed in a cute black and pink teddy, he cooed that I was a naughty little girl. Cue weakness in the knees.

DD enjoyed using my toys on me. So as to not get incredibly vulgar, I will go through a shortened version of toy use. He used a vibrator on my clit first before my dildo, almost chanting how wet I was. While still on the couch, he had me turn around to face the back of the couch so he could play with my anal plug in my ass. With the dildo in my pussy and the plug in my ass, both slightly secured, he walked around to the back side of the couch. He undid his belt and slacks, revealing a little longer than average sized cock. Whenever I give head, I am certain the rest of my sexual muscles tighten. How do I know this? My dildo fell out after I would gag on his cock…every time. So, if anyone would like to confirm or deny that theory for me, let me know.

Each time the dildo fell out, Daddy Don would come around and put it back in. After about the fourth time, he instructed me to stand up so I could move to lean over the arm of the sofa. This is an incredibly uncomfortable position for me; I don’t feel a guy gets in that deep, and my face turns out all red and smooshed into the cushion. But whatever, I love following orders. He left the anal plug in while he fucked me; it didn’t take long with me calling him “daddy” before he came. Quickly he got out from behind me and removed the condom, taking it and the two beers downstairs. I then did something super dooper dumb. Like, the dumbest thing I could I’ve done at that moment. I took the anal plug almost immediately and quickly out. I wasn’t thinking and I got what I deserved for not thinking. I am certain all the color drained from my face when I saw the shit on the toy. I almost ran to the bathroom to clean it and myself.


Well...shit. Literally.

That’s when I noticed: no toilet paper. There were nice and white towels in the bathtub. Who the fuck lived here!? I started panicking; what do you do when this happens? Obviously, you try your best, right? I cleaned my toy in the sink as much as possible and then I used my panties to clean myself off. I quickly stuffed them all in my bag and zipped it. I was certain he was a one and done kind of guy, anyways. We hugged as I tried my best to not run out of there before he smelled anything.

I finally looked at my phone and saw a text from Tony Stark. Don’t mind if I do go get an orgasm! I told him I needed to go home first and drop things off. I got home and showered the gross off me and left to have another exciting night with Tony Stark.

DD and I had a Skype session once after that. It wasn’t very exciting and I was sick. He tends to be busy and I…I need some constant attention and sex. While I enjoyed sex with him, I won’t bring an anal plug around again.

Lesson learned: think before you pull out.


The Daring Vagina