Waiting for the next time we get together is like Christmas and a birthday at the same time, anticipating the day and at times counting the hours.
My mind for some reason always jumps to being lovingly (but with strength and planning), with one smooth movement.. being bent over the nearest piece of furniture, the couch. You press your body against me, softly caress down my back.. where soon, our words of love will be, as a lifetime reminder of Our Love. You bend down to gain access, feverishly lifting my skirt, tracing a line of desire up my the soft, sweet skin as you do so. Caressing down into the crevice of my ass, teasing a little at each hole along the way. Feeling your fingers brush over my back door instantly puts all my nerves on edge with anticipation. Exhaling a cute and sexy sigh of want, I relax the muscles of the tight brown hole as best I can.. arch my back slightly. Picking up on my less than subtle signs of yearning, you let out a chuckle "Aawe, not this time baby, Daddy has other plans".
Intentions to tease each of my tight little holes, is soon replaced when you the wetness from my juices I have been exuding in anticipation. You can't wait, want to tease me.. but give way to your plans, as more carnal desires overwhelm. Your finger slips in, causing you to let out a greedy, hunger-driven sound of desire and delight.... and as you do this, we both have sighs of yearning and satisfaction. I am left in what feels like total contentment, finally feeling whole.. as this is always on my short list of places I want and need for you to touch.
Searching inside for places and ways to touch, flick, tickle and caress.. until you feel me start to go weak in the knee's. You must have found something, the stimulation causing my muscles to flex onto your fingers. Gushing because of your loving manipulation of my lovely girly bits, you feel the beginnings of my cum trickle.. down your hand. Filling my need to be bent over and toyed with, you, of course have a need of your own that needs to be fulfilled, to taste the wet desire you have made.
Kneeling down, the scent is almost overpowering.. so much desire, the sight before you so erotic. You have to.. must, taste the sex that you have made your baby girl exude.. dripping in almost a stream starting down the palm of your hand. As you withdraw yourself reluctantly from within the wet warmth, you hear a sad whimper escape from me (lol). The scent, the taste.. exquisite, of course.. you greedily lap up what you can of the stream that had started to flow down onto you. Driven further into a fevered, carnal, lustful desires.. daddy you plunge face first into your baby girls soft, sopping wet and glistening tender flesh.
