Good Pet

This is why the minute I’m able, I head out to my car and head to one of my favorite restaurants for lunch. It’s a Cajun/French Creole restaurant, called The Happy Alligator. It’s one of those “hole in the wall” type places, but it’s good. I like the influence of French cuisine along with Cajun and Creole. It’s spicier, deeper and livelier than a lot of things in typical French cuisine. It’s also a much more laid-back affair, being cooked by people with “soul” rather than elaborate manuals and traditions about how it should be done.

Aside from this restaurant being my go-to place when I’m feeling out of sorts and in need of comfort, if I didn’t go out for food today, I’d go nuts. If I had to spend one more moment in that office, even if it was eating, I’d lose my mind. My thoughts would just keep going back to Dennis, with nothing to break it up.

As I pull out of the parking lot and onto the main road that leads to downtown Manhattan, and The Happy Alligator, my mind drifts to Tommy. How he looked so handsome in his suit this morning. How fastidious and no-nonsense he was, even in a suit and tie, that was much too big for him and much too frumpy.

I smile, thinking how cute that is. He’s not your typical Greek God example of beauty, not like Dennis, but to me, that’s what makes him even more adorable and even more handsomeand unique and delightful.

Tommy’s body size, while a lot bigger than Dennis’s or any other man I’ve ever been remotely attracted to, is interesting to me as well. There are a lot of women drawn to large men, and even though he’s so tall I doubt I could kiss him without him having to lean way, way down, I can see the attraction now. I don’t even mind that his clothes were frumpy because it’s something that someone like Dennis — a man who is virtually obsessed with maintaining his weight and a flawless physique — can never and would never provide.

I smile, thinking about Tommy’s big, brown, warm eyes. His gentle-giant aura, despite having a driven personality and a way of holding himself that can be standoffish. Despite this, he exudes innocence. An innocence that just begs to play dirty.

In my head, I imagine him looking to me for guidance and for an “initiation” into my world. That way of love. I wonder if a big, strong man like that could dominate me in the bedroom.

I imagine brushing my hand along his big, thick cock. First in his underwear, then bare.

I imagine the way Tommy moans at me.

He gasps at me, shows me those big brown eyes and says something like, “Melissa, I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it feels amazing. You’ve shown me the door to one of the greatest treasures on earth. Love for myself. Love from my body. Love for who I can be, and who I am.”

I giggle to myself. In my head, I see him naked. I imagine his hard and heavy cock standing straight up. It must be really big, just like the rest of his body is.

I imagine how much I’ve gotten him hot. How much he’s losing his cool around me, and I love it. I’m usually the one doing and feeling these things about Dennis.

But not here. Not now.

Right now, I get to be the pet who shows him how to be a dominate man. I get to be the one to show him how to take a woman properly, the one to feel the honor and privilege that comes with being the one to initiate the more inexperienced. Just like I was once upon a time.

“That’s my job, Tommy. As someone who loves and cares for you, and thinks you’re sexy just the way you are, it’s my job to show you just how lovable you are. How strong you are. How powerful and important you are, regardless of anyone and everyone else.” As I imagine myself saying these things, I imagine that I’m kissing him on the mouth, before getting down on my knees before him and kissing his cock, next. I lick the head and shaft all the way down and all the way up.

In my head, I hear Tommy beginning to sigh and moan. His fingers run into my hair, grabbing hold of the strands, not hard, just tight enough that my head is held in place before him. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you, Melissa. Someone safe. Someone kind and patient. Gentle.” I imagine he sucks in an adorable breath here, and shivers. I feel it in his hands, just as I bring my lips closer to the tip of his gorgeously long, thick cock, waiting for me to suck it. “Nonjudgmental. Everyone else seems to make a big deal about my body, but not you.”