A Sweet Memory

There was a major flight delay and now, when Daddy should already be home with his baby girl, we’re still thousands of miles apart…and I miss him.

I miss the feel of his hands on my body… I miss being tied up, teased, and tortured… I miss his playful (and his sometimes not-so-playful) spankings… I miss goofing around and laughing until we cry… I miss being put on my knees and forced to take his cock in my mouth… I miss the intimate discussions in bed about the nature of our relationship… I miss being reminded of my submission and who I belong to…

So until my Daddy comes home, I’ll have to conjure up some sweet memories of all the wickedly delightful things that he’s done to me…and of course I’ll share one of them with you! :)

Daddy came into the kitchen where I was working on our blog and catching up on e-mail. He stood next to me, then bent down to kiss me and whispered in my ear…

“Come with me, little one.” He took me to the middle of the kitchen. “Now, get on your knees and wait for me. Don’t move.”

As I knelt there, trembling and wondering what he had in store for me, he set about closing the blinds in the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Once he had completely shut out the “real world”, he stood in front of me and dropped his pants. His cock was already throbbing and rock-hard when I took it into my mouth, savoring the flavor of my Master’s thick shaft. Although he loves it when I suck his cock, Daddy had other plans in mind for me…

Grabbing me by the arm, he pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me forcefully over the granite countertop. Without any ceremony or delicacy, he grabbed on to the waist of my pants and yanked them down to the floor. My full, thonged ass was ripe for the taking, but it wasn’t my ass he was after. He pulled down my panties and thrust a finger into my pussy in order to open me up a bit. Although I was unprepared and dry, being used by Daddy to fulfill his desires has a curious way of making me wet!

As I began to lubricate, Daddy filled me with his cock and immediately started pounding into me. Moaning and crying out, my hips slammed into the cold granite with each thrust. Finding his rhythm, Master began to slap my ass, alternating sides and gradually intensifying the blows. As he spanked me through the fucking, I heard his breathing change and I knew he was nearing climax. He left my pink ass and grabbed onto my hips, ramming his cock deep inside of me and keeping me pinned in place on the counter.

Starting from deep in his chest, I could hear the tell-tale roar that accompanies Daddy’s orgasms. He filled me with his seed and I felt his cock spasm in my tight pussy. As he leaned over me, coming down from his climax, he caressed my back with his hands and kissed me gently…

“We both needed that, didn’t we, little one?”