That Naughty Thing
You are watching me sleep. It's a dim, rainy Thursday autumn morning. You don't have class today.
You are different this day. Oh - you're the same person you were yesterday. You're the same girl that arrived at the door of this big old house last spring. But you're different and you're contemplating it now, this Thursday morning after you took me so completely last night - all night.
Today you're no longer a virgin. Today you belong to somebody more deeply that you ever imagined possible. You belong to the man sleeping in bed with you now and his seed swims within you - you know it - you ache with it - you can smell it - you are sore from your taking it and very, very content.
You think about how there will be many moments like this one - and you smile. You reach up carefully and brush a lock of blond hair off my face. You marvel at the paleness of my skin. You are struck at the contrast between your summer colored small hand and my brow. Who would ever have guessed you'd find yourself here, now, like this. You smile again.
You inhale deeply and slowly. The air is ripe with our love-making. You can smell a hint of the wood embers still snapping and hissing in the grate. A crow is chatting it up with his pals outside the west window and over the hill. You hear my quiet, even breathing. You feel the warmth of the layers - the sheets and blankets and the feather comforter. You feel the caress of my breath on the hand you're still holding by my face.
You slowly and carefully inch toward me sliding your arm over my torso and pressing against me under the covers. You think I'm asleep -- you whisper "What's to become of me, Daddy? What will I be when I grow up?"
I wrap my arms around your and hold you close. I kiss your mouth very gently.
"You will be strong and beautiful. You will be anything you want to be because you will work hard for it. You will meet life straight on with your head high and proud. You will be wise."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, darling."
"I'm going to make us breakfast after I shower. Sleep for a while more, Daddy. Then, after another nap, I want that naughty thing we talked about."
"Yes, Darling. It will be my pleasure."
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"Oh -- oh -- my God -- Oh, Daddy" You are trembling. My hand is on your back. I'm pressing you down.
"Oh -- Oh yesss" You are bent over a large bolster so your bottom is high in the air -- your legs are spread wide.
"Oh -- Oh Daddy -- Oh I love you, Daddy." My hand is between your legs from behind, my finger is stroking your clitoris.
