Dear Daddy,
You wanted me to write down what's been going through my mind lately, since we became lovers. You say that writing things down can help me organize my thoughts. Well I want to make my Daddy happy above all, so here we go, even though I'm not a good writer.
You may think it started when I moved in a few months ago, but for me Daddy it's been going on much longer.
I've always thought you were handsome, growing up. I compared you to my friend's dads, it was always no contest.
You and Mom were so good together. You know that before she died she told me about the 'games' that you two played. What I never told you was that I used to fantasize about the things Mom had told me. Being spanked. Being tied up. It excited me too.
I used to lay in my narrow bed in my college dorm and think about all the things Mom had told me you would do to her. Daddy, I think she liked telling me, I think it got her excited. I remember her eyes would sparkle when she mentioned things like being handcuffed or flogged. Lying in my cot at night I would touch myself and picture the two of you in my mind.
Pretending I was outside your bedroom door, hearing your cries, smelling your sweat. I'd strum my clitty with one hand and shove three fingers into my cunt, wanting it to be your cock, Daddy.
That's when I realized how much I wanted to replace Mom in those scenarios. I wanted it to be you who licked my pussy for the first time, you who took my cherry. I wanted your rough hands gripping my hips as I rode your cock.
I knew I could never tell you any of this. I got married and moved away. But my ex was a bum. You told me that, Daddy, and I should have listened to you. Now I'm a free woman again, and now I want nothing more than to be your slave!
Our first night together was so exciting! Feeling your tongue on my sweet snatch for the first time. Feeling every inch of you as you sank your hard eight inches into me. You spanking me, that was my favorite part. My cunny got soooo wet for you, Daddy!
It was like, nothing changed, but everything changed. Our formerly covert glances became open stares of lust. Our daily routines didn't change much but our nights sure did!
Remember the first time you used the mink mitten on me? Oh, my God! So sensual, feeling your fur-encased hand glide up and down my sensitive skin. That could become a fetish, Daddy, just so you know! *wink!*
I found out how much dirty talk with my well hung stud of a Daddy turns me on. How much hearing my big strong Daddy talk dirty to his little girl turns us both on!
His strength, his smell, his voice, everything that made him Daddy was mine, and I was his. His to spank, to lick, to tease and suck and... Oh, my, Daddy.
I promised you I wouldn't play with myself unless you said so, Daddy. But it's soooo hard! Writing all these things for you just makes me think of them, and want you!
