Daddy and I have been sick for weeks. One of those hacking coughs that precursors something worse. We are both finally on antibiotics and healing.
When Daddy saw his Doctor they found that even on multiple blood pressure meds his blood pressure is still dangerously high. They put him on a couple more.
With all this happening, we weren’t able to have sex before he left for Texas. I bit my tongue even though I desperately wanted him. You want to say your sex life is worth dying for but in reality I don’t want to kill the man with ecstasy.
But damn I want him. Two more weeks until I see him. Every night this week I’ve masturbated after all are asleep and the house is quiet. The need is so great that every orgasm has rocked me long past my normal response. It’s this odd shaking shudder that begins in my sex and spasms through the rest of me. Delicious but telling.
I ache in a very deep way for my Master, my Daddy, now my Fiancé. He brought me to life and my body responds to him like no other.
Counting the days…