Author: dgdon

In the darkness a finger circles your nipple, gently, lightly, tempting, teasing.
You feel it grow harder, your heart begins to pound, your face glows red.
You feel a fire beginning inside you, a slow warmth between your thighs the first sparks that begin to smolder, radiating out from your pussy, a flame that will soon engulf you.
You crave my touch.
You need my firm grip around your throat.
A hand glides down your stomach, past your belly button, between your thighs.
You spread slightly, the hand begins rubbing firmly against your panties, you feel them growing wet, a finger slides up and down.
Another hand slides up your body, grazing your skin and sending chills through you.
It reaches your breast, grasping it firmly, squeezing it, two fingers encircle your throbbing nipple, squeezing, pulling.
Blood courses through your veins, a small bead of sweat rolls down your neck, between your breasts.
You want Daddy to lick it from your skin, feels his tongue glide over you, tasting you.
You love the thought of me swallowing something of you, something from you, consuming some part of you that will live in me.
The finger continues rubbing up and down your pussy, pressing your lips, massaging your clit.
Your panties slide to the side, allowing that finger to feel your wet, throbbing pussy.
It slides between your lips, entering you, you gasp and take a deep breath at the sensation, it enters you deeply, then slips out and brushes against your clit.
You close your eyes, moaning, arching your back, feeling your body tensing as your temperature rises.
You crave my icy blue eyes staring into yours, something about them cools you, soothes you, calms you as the fire consumes you.
You crave my lips on yours, my tongue in your mouth, drinking from you, devouring you, feeling my breath on your skin while I’m inside you, exploring you.
The hand slides inside your panties, two fingers enter you, stretching you.
You grind against the palm of that hand, gyrating your hips, squirming, feeling your clit pulse against it.
Your eyes roll back, you feel the volcano rising inside you.
You struggle to catch your breath, you feel your breast squeezed as if it were in a vice, nipple clamped between two fingers, twisting.
Ecstasy and agony wash over your face, pleasure intermingled with pain, raging inferno quenched by ice, the volcano inside you explodes, your pussy gushes.
La petite mort.
You lay still, entire body tensed for a few seconds, shudder and then release, relax, collapse into the bed.
You want nothing more in the world right now than to be held safe and firm in Daddy’s arms.
You know that somewhere out there in the darkness, miles away, Daddy is waiting for you to come home.
Your eyes grow heavy, closing, carrying you off to dream of him for now, taking you one day closer to being back in his arms.

You step out of the restaurant and into the pouring rain. A morning walk around the village, some window shopping followed by a delicious lunch had been a welcome escape, a perfect Sunday. Luckily you finished your walk before the heavy rain set in and drove everyone inside. As he steps out of the restaurant behind you he motions over to the small church across the street.

“Come on let’s go check it out until the rain passes, then we’ll head home.”

You jog across the street holding hands, laughing as the water splashes up from the street. You feel your feet and legs getting wet, good thing you decided to wear a dress today, at least you won’t be driving home with soaked pant legs. 

You enter the church together and close the door behind you. Neither of you are religious, but you find beauty in this old wooden building, with light streaming in through stained glass, shimmering in the streaks of rain running down outside. You imagine all the people who must have sat in these pews over the decades, some seeking comfort while mourning a great loss, others giving elated thanks celebrating one or another of life’s little victories. You remember reading somewhere this small chapel has stood here over 100 years. It no longer held services, but was restored as part of the locals trying to bring some charm and tourist dollars to the town. Read more »