He always gives the best presents
He always knows how to make my bad days better… I got home to find him in the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed, Scotch in hand wearing a smile much like that of the cat who ate the canary. He opens his mouth but says nothing, noticing my gaze has gone past him, to the tired, panting, clawed mess of girl behind him. If possible I think his grin grew wider when he saw me unconsciously licking my lips.
I burn for him
The room is crowded, smoke-filled, and yet all I can smell is my own desire. I’ve been sitting in the same secluded corner for over an hour now, legs clenching together every time my phone goes off…
Two Can Play That Game
The pleasure ended alright, I never should have started this game.. Denial SUCKS! Daddy is so very good at it, I should have known better than to test him. After the encounter the other day I've been a whimpering aroused mess and he knows it. He left me this way, but it's my fault.
Two can play that game
I like to be terribly distracting… especially when Daddy is busy... Like sneaking up n snuggling close to him, running my nails down his chest and sinking my teeth into his shoulder just to get his attention.