My mind was just one dirty trick.
It seemed as though no matter how hard I tried I could never stop the burning ache between my legs, or tame the naughty thoughts in my head.
Nasty dirty thoughts about bowing before Daddy, allowing him all access to my body with no restriction. Imagining the feeling of Daddy's big beautiful black cock filling up my throat causing me to gag and swallowing every drop of milk he gave me. Almost every hour of the day my mind traveled and made me relive the feeling of a nice long fucking. Of the pleasure I felt when I submitted to Daddy and rode his 10" cock up my ass in pride.
I was a true slut.
That's why I needed a Daddy. To keep my slutty ways in line. To satisfy me so I would have no reason to stray. To protect me from the whore within. He brought out the whore in me and while he was here he tamed it. Now that my Daddy had left me I struggled everyday fighting the urge to drink cum or beg to be fucked up the ass. Part of it stemmed from my dwelling self esteem, Daddy didn't find me sexy anymore, Daddy didn't find me interesting. So here I was lost without guidance, drowning in a sea of naughty thoughts.
It wasn't until today July 6th, 2013 that I finally let go of my restraint.
I was at home lying in bed when I thought about the feeling of dick. The warmth, the size, and all of that milky cum. It was enough to make a girl insane.