Does anyone have this one problem where they can't comment unless they log out then log back in? Bc it's been like that for me for a few months now and it sucks

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I walked into the bakery a little nervously. It was my first time here without Frank. My first time alone with his mom and grandparents. I don't know why I was so terrified if they were so sweet.

I saw his grandma sitting by the window, reading what looked to be an Italian newspaper. His mom was sweeping and his grandpa was behind the counter organizing the display.

"Hi, Frank wanted me to pick something up for him," I said shyly.

"Oh, yes, it's right in the back in the fridge," Linda said.

She walked into the kitchen and I stood awkwardly by the counter.

"You want to try a sample?" His grandpa asked through his accent. "It's a new recipe."

I nodded and he handed me a napkin with a little square on it. It was a brownie but had light yellow swirls mixed into it. I took a bite and smiled.

"It's really good," I said.

"Cheesecake brownie," he said.

Linda walked out and I ate the brownie, tossing the napkin into the trash. I took the white box from her and looked inside at the cherry pie.

"How much?" I asked.

"Oh, no, you never pay when you come here," Linda said.

"A-are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded and I picked up the box.

"Thank you," I said. "I-I have to go meet up with Frank now."

She gave me a hug before I left. I got into my car and drove back to Frank's house. I found him in the basement in his home theater in his boxers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We are going to have a Disney movie marathon," he said.

"Why don't you have pants on?" I asked.

"Everything's better pantsless," he stated.

I giggled. "What was his pie for then?"

"To eat," he said.

I sat beside him, pulling the blanket up over me.

"I've already got forks ready," he said.

We ate out of the pie tin and I giggled happily as he started playing Bambi. I almost cried when little Baby Bambi's mom died and Frank wrapped his arms around me. We spent the entire day snacking on foods and watching movies. It grew late and Frank pulled me into his lap, kissing me roughly and running his hands over my body.

"Daddy, no," I whined, pushing his hands away. "I ate so much and now I'm all bloated."

"What are you talking about? You're absolutely gorgeous," he said.

He kissed me roughly and I whimpered, tangling my hands into his short hair.

"Daddy, I-I wanna do more," I said.

"What do you by more?" He asked.

"I-I want you to fuck me," I whispered.

"Okay first of all, language," he said. "Second of all, why do you want me to?"

"I-I just want you to," I said. "I'm really comfortable with you and I want to."

"Well, I guess this is as good of a time to talk to you about it as any," he mumbled.

That made me nervous now as I looked at him. Frank sighed, shaking his head.

"Please don't be scared," he said.

Frank took my hand and led me back into the open living room of the basement. We went down a hall and he opened the door. I whimpered as I looked at it. It was exactly like one of those sex rooms from the movies or the pornos.

"Oh," I mumbled.

There was dark hardwood floors and dark red walls. I could see the lights in the ceiling that were on but there were other colored lights too that weren't told on. Sex toys filled the room, lining the walls. There were chains and cages and ropes and a huge king sized bed.

"I thought that you should know before we went any farther," he said.

I nodded, looking around.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, I just want to make this clear," he said.

"I-I want to," I said. "Even more now."

"Really?" He asked.

"I've always been into this but...I never had anyone to share it with," I said.

I felt his hands on my hips from behind, his lips brushing along my neck. I whimpered, the tingling resonating throughout my body.

"You want me to fuck you hard?" He asked.

I whimpered and nodded. Frank ground against me before he seemed to hesitate.

"H-have you ever had sex before?" He asked.

"No," I said quietly.

"I don't want to hurt you, Baby Boy," he mumbled, turning me around in his arms. "Maybe we should just keep things vanilla at the beginning."

"You won't hurt me, I trust you," I said.

"You sure?" He asked.

I nodded, giving him a kiss. He held me tight against him and I whimpered quietly. Frank squeezed my ass before spanking me suddenly and I gasped.

"You wanna use naughty language, Baby?" He asked.

"Sorry, Daddy," I said innocently.

He spanked me again and Iet out a quiet moan. He pulled off my dress, walking me backwards towards the bed. He pushed me down onto it and I whimpered as I looked up at him, my heart racing. I moved up to the middle of the bed and he pushed my legs open.

"Please," I whimpered.

He kissed over my thighs and I sucked in a breath. His tongue pressed against the bulge in my panties and I whimpered. He pinned my wrists down against the mattress and slowly ground down against me. I gasped, my eyes closing.

"You're so fucking pretty," he mumbled.

He kissed me roughly and I whimpered, desperately trying to move faster but he seemed to want to torture me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down so his crotch rubbed against mine. I whined, my head falling back.

"Shit," he muttered.

Frank kissed along my neck, sucking to leave little marks. He kissed down my chest, his hands, running over my thighs. He pulled off my panties and I bit my lip as I looked up at him. Frank's tongue ran over my nipple and I gasped. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube.

"I use the light system, do you know what that is?" He asked and I nodded. "If you want to stop then red light."

I nodded, pulling him down to kiss him roughly. I whimpered when I felt his lubed up fingers against me as he slowly pushed in. I moaned, holding onto his shoulders. He pumped them slowly before adding a third, gradually moving faster and faster until I was about to lose my mind as he hit my prostate dead on every time.

"P-please, oh please," I begged. "Fuck me."

That resulted in another spank and I cried out. Frank pulled his fingers out and pushed off his boxers. He spread lube over his erection, growing quietly. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and lined himself up.

"You okay, Baby Boy?" He asked.

I nodded and he slowly pushed in. I whimpered at the pain that ran up my spine but he thankfully used a generous amount of lube. He bottomed out and I gasped, my nails taking over his back.

"Fuck, Baby," he muttered.

Frank buried his face into the crook of my neck but didn't move, waiting for me to adjust. As soon as the pain began to subside, I begged him to move. It was slow at first before he began picking up a fast pace. I moaned, my hands tangled into his short hair.

"H-harder, Daddy," I whimpered.

Frank kept snapping his hips forward, leaving kisses on my collarbone.

"Lo amore il tuo cazzo il culo," he muttered.

I whined, my hips rocking up in an attempt to meet his. He pulled out suddenly and I gasped, shaking my head. But then he slammed in all at once and I cried out, my back arching.

"Ah, I-I'm close," I whimpered.

He pounded into me harder and the pooling Of heat only grew hotter and tighter. I moaned, my legs beginning to shake. Frank kept hitting my prostate, bliss running through my veins.

"Fuck," he muttered.

His hand wrapped around my throat and it managed to push me over the edge. Pure ecstasy washed over me as I gasped, toes curling while I came over my stomach. Frank groaned, adjusting the position slightly. He moaned as he came inside me, riding our both our orgasms.

He pulled and I whimpered as I relaxed against the mattress. Frank laid beside me, holding me tight in his arms.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded and he smiled, caressing my cheek. His hand trailed down, his fingers barely brushing against my neck. The feather-like touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Good, I don't wanna hurt you," he said.

"You won't," I stated. "I-I don't mind the hurt."

Frank kissed my forehead and I smiled.

"Maybe you can be the perfect submissive then," he said.

"I want to be," I said.

"We'll have to go over our limits, our hard and soft limits," he said. "Have you ever gone over this or thought about it before?"

"Little bit," I said with a small shrug.

"Well, we'll go over it," he said. "I don't want to push you too far."

I gave him a soft kiss before laying my head down on his chest.

"You're so sweet," I mumbled.

"I just wanna treat you like the princess that you are," he said.

I giggled before groaning quietly.

"What's wrong, Beautiful?" He asked.

"I think I ate too much, my tummy kinda hurts," I said.

I looked down at my chubby stomach a little sadly. I've always been self-conscious of my weight. When I was in middle school and high school I was really fat but after I went on a diet and started exercising more I lost some weight.

"You want some tea?" He asked.

I nodded and he cleaned us up. He brought me back to the theater room before leaving, telling me to pick another movie. Frank came back with herbal green tea for the both of us and we spent the rest of the night cuddled up in each other's arms which watching the big screen.