Thoughts along my way

It's 3:41am on the 4th of July and I've been up doing some cleaning because on the 5th I'll be heading back to my other home, with my Daddy Wolf. It's his birthday. I would leave tonight, except that the 5th is also my Father's birthday and Daddy Wolf insists that I not miss the celebration at my parent's. Stating that no man would take kindly to his daughter missing his birthday in order to go help another man celebrate theirs. Especially if that other man happens to be fucking her. 

Anyway, I've been cleaning, needed a break and for some reason The Cage popped into my head. I said "for some reason", but the reason is actually pretty simple, this is where I met my Daddy Wolf. We started talking with each other in May 2019, I made my first trip to see him that June and we've been together since. And early this spring he moved so we would be closer, the 333 miles that separated us to only 120. 120 miles may sound like a lot to most people, but it's only a 2 hour drive, I've known people who commuted that far to their job and instead of work at the end of my drive, is Daddy Wolf and Our home. I...

I need to get back to my cleaning. I guess I really just wanted to let anyone who might still be here, that knew me, these things...

I love.

I am loved.

I am happy.

Ya'll be safe this 4th of July. I hope you find your Happy

    It's been one year since my first trip to see Him.  One year since I first arrived on his doorstep, seeking the reward I'd been promised, should I deliver myself into his hands... to be taken and to be used. As promised, he took me, wringing my first orgasm from me before I'd been there ten minutes and yes, he to used me over and over during my stay. He also encouraged me, praised me, made me feel beautiful, desired and loved.

    Since that first trip, I've made nearly a dozen more, enough that our lives are truly entwined. Silence, that feels awkward with others, that i would seek to fill with chatter, feels comfortable, peaceful with him. I am free be who i am. When we're together, I am silly, I laugh, I tease, Sometimes I cry over things I've lost and he never tells me "don't cry" instead he holds me, telling me he's got me and he loves me. He's seen who I  become when angry or demanding, not just the gentler sides of me. He smiles at my shyness, as I blush and look away. He praises my boldness when I bring a new toy or idea to our bed. I have no need of masks when I'm with him. And while he may not like every side of me, I'm secure in the knowledge that he loves all of me.

      He is my anchor, keeping me secure when life's chaos would sweep me away. And when life's troubles become so heavy, pulling me down, he lifts me up, taking what burdens he can and helping me find ways to manage what's left. He is my friend, he is my lover and he is my love. 

      And finally, as I lay next to him while he sleeps, I must admit, that everytime i show up on his doorstep, I feel the same excitement, the same thrill of anticipation rushing through me that I felt the very first time I knocked on his door.

One week from today marks two years exactly... Two years ago, on November 17, my love was taken by Death. Death didn't creep in or knock, He left no time for begging or bargains, He simply came and left. Leaving me. Leaving me alone, afraid, broke (less than $300 in the bank), my life and heart shattered into pieces too numerous to count. Humpty Dumpty had nothing on me. And yet...

And yet here I sit, writing this. Tears streaming down my cheeks, yes, but I am here and I am almost whole again. I was shattered and those pieces of me could not be put back again, but the strangest thing happened, New pieces are forming, growing over the holes, connecting the parts that remained. Taking what was left of me, adding to it and creating a new "me".

Slowly, I am taking shape and learning how to live, how to laugh and how to love again. My Daddy Wolf is helping me be. Through his love, my love grows. The joy he has brought into my life, has also brought the laughter back. And once more, I have truly begun to live. Still today... 

Still today i sit and cry. Crying for all I had and all I lost. 

I believe now, I shall call my Daddy Wolf and let him comfort me, soothe me while I cry and stay with me until the tears stop falling. Because, as he is always reminding me... 

      "I get it all Babygirl. I get your cummies and your tears and, my beautiful Babybitch, I've got You.

For the first time, my Daddy, Dom, Sir, Big Bad Wolf, Anchor, Love... has commented that I should post something (albeit He was jesting, but...)

"I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE SEX!!! SEX WITH YOU, Mmm, Mmm, Mmmmm..."

(and I really, truly do!  Pinky swear)

    He is sleeping next to me and the rythm of His breathing makes a soothing melody. 

    This is my 7th visit since we met in May and the week is flying by way too fast. Our time together always goes too quickly, but it is full, it is a time of just "us". Time when all I need do is look up, to find His eyes on me, sigh loudly to have Him ask "what is it Babygirl?" and ask "Daddy?" to be pulled into His arms as He says that wonderful, perfect word... "Mine.".

      I've been a bit sick this visit. The sniffles, a sore throat, a bit of a headache, He has taken care of me, all of me. When I was restless last night He teased me and fucked me and toyed me into orgasm after orgasm, until I finally fell asleep in His arms, exhausted.  I woke up to Him, besides me with a glass of cold juice being held up to my lips. "Drink, Babygirl, you need a drink." All night He watched over me as I slept, so now He is sleeping next to me. The rythm of His breathing makes a soothing melody.

One day I met a man who claimed he was broken,

      Yet he made me whole.

He claimed he was weak now,

     Yet he carried my burdens along with his own.

He claimed he was too tired,

     Yet he read me to sleep and stayed, watching over me.

He claimed he was no longer of consequence to anyone.

     How lucky for me then, to not be... anyone.

I was feeling a little down today. Then I found this while out a drawer. I had forgotten all about it. But when it popped up, it put a smile on my face. Also made me wonder what strange things other people do to show someone they care.