In the bath with him, bodies slick with the oils and moisturizers, my princess parts slick for other reasons.
I can feel the hardness of his chest on my back, Daddys hands continuing to warm my breasts with the water.
This is my happy place. My head against his chest, running my hands up and down his remarkable man thighs.
Daddys breath against my hair, ear, and neck.
The strength that I feel laying on him.
I know that I am his. I know that I have never in my life felt safer or more loved with another person.
Admiring him in all that he is, he's so furry. lol.
Remarkably attractive, completely handsome.
That jawline, those eyes. The way his arms are defined just enough. I melt.
He still takes my breath away. The gratitude I feel, the sheer respect for this man that chose to be my Daddy. That chose ME. I still dont understand, though I try.
Im used to him being home at least 50% of the time now, the next few months while hes on orders its going to be a challenge.
A lot of wand use in my future.
So im replaying our weekend over and over.
Kneeling in front of him, his hands tangled in my hair while thrusting down my throat, growling good girl.
Filling all my holes, with plugs, fingers and his tongue.
My needs of the dominance and the more sadistic side of Daddy being exceeded. Eager to be sure that I AM his good girl and meeting all of his.
Hearing him claiming me as his as orgasm after orgasm washes over me and I stay breathless and dizzy.
Swollen and sore all over from our playtime.
Dammit... Im really missing Daddy and hes only been gone a couple of hours. --
