That you’ll hold me in your lap and fill me with your seed. That you’ll keep your cum inside my ass with a butt plug. That you can’t wait to spank me, fuck me, choke me.
Or when you said you couldn’t wait to hold me in your arms, to kiss me, to undress me.
You tell me I’m yours, but you’re always just out of reach.
All these… are for you, but you never notice my desperation isn’t just for your cock, but for *you*.
I’m so tired.
It’s been so long since I last touched you. I want to be held, fucked, choked, spanked, collared, made to cum over and over on your tongue, your fingers, around your cock, to be bred with your cum filling every single hole.
I want your collar around my throat. To be owned, like every good slut should be. To be yours.
I’m so, so tired.
Daddy, can’t you see I need you and no-one else? That I love you and can’t let go? That I just want to be loved and used in return?
But I’m unfilled, unused. Uncared for.
I don’t like to ask for much, but this is killing me. I need more than this.
I need you here, with me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on without you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qwc01m/promises