Red

For the fourth of July, Cowboy decided to show his true colors, and they're red, white, and devoted to me. He knows how much I love a good theme, so he slipped into something red for the holiday, a vibrant declaration of his loyalty. But he didn't stop there. He slid on his full football gear, a tight jersey stretched across his chest and those pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, hugging every curve of his athlete's ass. He did it to show Daddy he's the best slut I have on my team, the star player, the one who always gives 110%.

He's out there posing, begging to be fucked like the good little sport he is, his body coiled with energy and a desperate need for his coach's approval. He's not just celebrating America's independence; he's celebrating his own submission, his freedom to be the slut he was born to be, free from the burden of pretending to be anything else. He's begging Daddy to use his star bitch over and over again, ready to score a touchdown in my endzone, to be the MVP of my private celebration. He's ready for his halftime show, and I'm the only one he's performing for.