Entry #2
*Bang Bang – Nancy Sinatra*
It’s been a week since I’ve last written, so I figure it’s time for an update.
Though I have been following the schedule relatively well, I’ve found that I’d rather have tasks to accomplish during the day at my convenience instead of following the rigid time schedule introduced in [Entry #1](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/69b49m/maxines_journal_entry_1/). While my snapchat hours will remain consistent, I’ve decided that the rest of the tasks on the schedule just need to be done by the end of the day.
What’s weird is that, just a week and a half in, I feel great. In fact, I feel incredible – today is my 10th day sober, and following all of the tasks has made my life so much simpler in a number of ways: I’m exercising more, eating better, stressing less, and sleeping earlier.
The boyfriend, having noticed my sun-kissed olive skin and the slight toning of my ass from exercising outdoors this past week, has been fucking me more frequently than usual.
Just this past week, he woke me up at 3:00am, nibbling on the back of my neck – my weak spot, he knows – and teasing my clit over my panties until I stirred awake. Still half asleep, I was extremely easy to manhandle; his hands guided me to turn over so I was laying flat on my stomach, and he then climbed on top of me, gripping my wrists together in his left hand, so I was unable to move under his weight.
The boyfriend, usually passive and more interested in reading than in sex, grabbed me by the hair with his right hand and snarled in my ear
> **You look so fucking good**
As my mouth opened – half gasping, half moaning from the pleasurable pain of having my head yanked back, my tiny pussy, suddenly soaked in anticipation for the boyfriend’s glorious 5in cock – he stuck two fingers in my mouth and had me suck them off as he fucked me from behind, furiously rubbing my clit until he finally let me cum all over his cock. Watching me orgasm helped the boyfriend reach climax, as it usually does, and he pulled out quickly, cumming all over my slightly more toned ass, my back, and even in my hair (his trajectory is often impressive).
It struck me that following my schedule has dramatically improved not just my own mood, but the relationship with the boyfriend; it seems something of a dominant nature is starting to gradually come out and play, and I’m obviously fucking loving it.
But as great as I feel, physically and emotionally, I miss Daddy. I can’t help but feel that he’d be so proud if he saw what I’ve been accomplishing. So much of my growing success in life is owed to the schedule that he designed for me, and he’s not seeing any of it. I want Daddy to look into my eyes and tell me that he’s proud of me, that he sees me trying, that he sees I’m serious. My heart aches for him.
And so does my little girl pussy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6aote7/maxines_journal_entry_2