Sunday, 26 February 2012

What do you do when you miss her ?

When I miss her which is often I remember her smile.
When I miss her I remember the sound of her voice, and what it does to me.
When I miss her I look at her photo.
When I miss her I tell myself this will not be for ever, that it's just a matter of waiting for her.
When I miss her I sometimes cry.
When I miss her my heart hurts
When I miss her I do all of these things and wish as well.
When I miss her I wish I could kiss her, talk to her, tell her how much I love and desire her.
When I miss her it's very difficult to go on.

Now ask me how often I miss her ? , every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Once you have found the one if you are not with them then you know what I mean.

I do miss her.

He's Home

Loving discipline and control was what he promised and what she got, baby girl checked herself in the mirror in the hallway and waited it was 6:58 pm and he Daddy was due home all she wore was a bra and a sleeveless vest otherwise she was naked below the waist which was how Daddy preferred her to be the only exception was during her period when he allowed her panties.

But not tonight , tonight she had dinner ready and she was ready for him coming home, bottomless and now very wet the tops of her thighs were sticky with her excitement which had been building through the txts and phone call she'd had from Daddy since she got home at 5:00 pm.

Now her nipples ached and her clit was super senstitive to the point where just moving sent ripples of pleasure up her thighs. She marvelled at how a few txt messages and one brief phone call could make her this excited , then she heard the key in the door and she smiled standing waiting for him hands behind her back feet apart she could feel herself drip !.

She looked up when she heard the door open and there he was looking a little tired brief case in hand his coat over a shoulder in a dark suit and white shirt, she seemed to leap the few feet between them and putting her arms around his neck she kissed him and he kissed her back his free arm circling her waist pulling her close then his hand stroked and squeezed her cheeks and she sighed.

She took his coat and hung it on the hall stand and placed his brief case on the low shelf and he kissed her again and his hand slipped between her thighs cupping and squeezing her sex she gasped and he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose

'Just how I like my babygirl dripping for her Daddy '

She blushed and closed her eyes briefly as he kissed her again and sank a finger inside her his lips at her neck nibbling and then he whispered

'Coffee babygirl'

'Yes Daddy 'she sighed as his fingers left her and he went upstairs to change , babygirl had everything ready and making Daddy's coffee took a few minutes then she carried the small white cup into the living room where he was sitting on the sofa the TV on low watching the news as soon as she came into the room he turned and looked at her and she handed him his coffee he tasted it nodded and then patted the sofa meaning she should sit next to him.

For the next 20 mins they talked telling each other what they needed to , this was part of their evening routine there would always be this period before they ate dinner when they talked and gave each other their undivided attention the TV went off and all there was silence except for their words and sometimes yelps and moans and sighs and whimpers if Daddy decided to spank her or the soft wet sucking sounds if he wanted her mouth or sex. But tonight he just wanted to look into her eyes , sip his coffee and listen to her giving her all his attention and this was something she loved the way he concentrated on her and what she had to say whilst he drank his coffee only punctuating her words with a kiss or touch or as he often did his hand between her thighs cupping her sex just holding her.

Dinner was shared they only ever ate together , never separately , if there was some reason why they could not eat together then they would wait for each other and then eat. After dinner babygirl washed up and Daddy went to up to the office to sort some paper out before he left her he kissed her and gave her bottom a playful slap, she knew it was playful but it reminded her he was in charge, she was his owned and cared for but his , there was no question of that she wore a necklace with his initials an ankle bracelet in gold with his name engraved on it but more than that in her head and heart she was his.