Laying on daddy’s chest, in his arms, is the most calm and peaceful feeling I’ve ever felt.
As I lay with my head on his chest, my hands rubbing on his skin, he plays with my hair. Rubs my face....and starts playing with me.
Daddy is ready for another session. He’s getting his fill this weekend, making up for lost time, and as usual I am of course loving every single second.
He tells me to get on all fours in the bed, then move to the edge. Facing away from him. My body is trembling from needing a release and not knowing what he has in his head. The tension so tight in me you could cut it with a dull knife. Excitement and nerves coursing through me while he’s behind me and I have no idea what hes thinking or doing. I start to shake worse because I'm missing his hands on me. I hear him rustling for something and then another noise, I turn my head toward him to see what he has or at least an idea of what he has planned. He knows I'm nervous, he always knows everything, I don't even have to say anything most of the time. Its like he is inside my head and body, he knows exactly what to do or say when I need him. This time was no exception. As I turn, before I can even glimpse at him he tells me, firmly, gently, to turn around and face front. Instinctively my head snaps back to where it was supposed to be. In my head is such a whirlwind of thoughts, but not decisions, never decisions with Daddy. He makes them, and I crave it. The first one Ive ever been willing to trust enough to be able to release myself completely to him. I am there, I am exposed, I am his. I am exactly where I belong.
P.S. As usual I wasnt wrong to trust Daddy. Grrrr.
