A nice chat.

"Did I go too far? I feel like it got kind of out of hand..." Cassidy looks away. I smile, "No. I think it's a perfectly normal evolution of things. It's the freedom of it all." She ponders quietly. "So what's the evolution of that?"

I shake my head, "No idea, but when it comes it comes." A shrug, and a giggle.

"It was pretty crazy though. Some other guys wanted a hand at me too, but since we hadn't okayed that, I told them no." Cassidy explains. I feel relief, "Thank you. I'm worried about them ignoring your personal limits. It's best to do it with people we trust because of that." She agrees. "Yeah, I'm keeping it with Daniel for now."

"Well, he's done you good so far." I grin. She chuckles, "Even if, like we said, we end up going back to the way things were... I'll never not be marked by him." I blush, Cassidy blushes too, "And that's kind of hot, you know? He took my anal virginity too. That's just a fact." She bites her lip. "Daniel likes it when girls wear slutty clothing. So I think I'll go buy some." I smile brightly, "You should, that's hot." She grins, poking me. "I'll wear them for him." She smiles. "Good!" I hug her.

We get into bed. "Pussy free. Feels... freeing." I chuckle. Cassidy nods, "It's hot, isn't it? Knowing you can't fuck me anymore?" I agree, blushing. "Yeah, your body belongs to Daniel, not me." She nods with a smug face. "Mhm. But my heart is still yours, you know that right?" I nudge her, "Of course I know that." She sighs a sigh of relief. "Good, good. I'll buy some girl clothes for you as well when I'm out shopping." She mentions. "I was expecting that at some point." I say.

Cassidy ponders. "This is all happening so fuckin' fast." I inquire, "Too fast? Should we slow it down?" A concerned tone. She shakes her head. "Not after that stunt I pulled in the club." A lip bite. I smile, rubbing her shoulder, "Just go as fast as you like. I'll let you know if it's too fast for me."A warm sigh, "You better!"

She smiles a bright, warm smile, stretching her body out, "So, about that queen of spades tattoo thing." I whip my head over, facing her. "What about it?" She tilts her head, "I think that's pretty ****, to be honest. It's hot as fuck in concept but, also it feels a little too far. Isn't Spade a racial slur?" I nod, honestly agreeing. "Yeah, most people don't use it these days, and I guarantee you most people who prefer interracial don't even know it's origins-- I personally like to think the kink has nothing to do with where the term came from." She chuckles, "That makes sense, it's old-timey, but I was just worried. I hate people who dehumanize others. Honestly I think it's a cute symbol and I wouldn't mind wearing some Queen of Spades stuff." I grin, raising an eyebrow, "Fair enough. If you ever did get a tattoo, though, where would you want it?"

She ponders. "I think I'd get it right above my vagina." She rubs the spot. I bite my lip, "Good choice. Tattoo aside, though, They have queen of spades clothing and jewelry though, that we can get now."

She blushes, "Oh boy... just letting people know." I tease her, "That you've got a real man?" She rolls her eyes back while inhaling deeply. Her breath stutters as her toes curl. "That I've got a bull pumping me every night." She chuckles.

I whip out my phone, and go scrolling through merch. "Look at this one." I point out a necklace with a simple spade design. A golden Q is in the center. "I like that." She raises her eyebrows. "I'm shocked at how cute and elegant it is." I add it to the cart, and purchase it. "You crazy bastard." She rolls over for a kiss. I accept it happily. "Gonna wear it in public?" I inquire. She grins, grabbing my crotch, "I thought that was obvious."

I kiss her cheek, blushing brightly, and we go to sleep.