For Sumddy, I miss you.
I wait in the quiet darkness. I am on my stomach lying across my narrow single bed. My legs are sprawled wide, the sheets kicked aside. Is this wide enough? I wonder. Twisting slightly, I bend one of my knees and slide it upwards, canting my ass higher. My short nightie is rumpled up around my waist exposing my upthrust ass and pussy pushing against the thin cotton of my panties.
I wait in the dark and hear you treading up the stairs and prowling down the hallway. I can hear you turning out the light of the upstairs bathroom and continuing down the hallway towards the master bedroom where my stepmother sleeps. You pause in the bright rectangle of my open doorway, the light falling into my dark room and striping across my bed, highlighting my ass and sprawled legs.
You step into the doorway. I close my eyes, as if asleep, my pulse thundering in my ears and attempting to keep my breathing slow and deep. I can feel your presence as you stand over my still form. You stand there for long slow agonizing minutes.
Finally, you lean over, and grasping the cotton sheet twisted at my feet, you slowly draw it along my legs. It whispers softly against my smooth skin, your calloused fingers scant millimetres away from my burning flesh. The sheet rasps slowly over my thighs. I feel as if I am on fire, Daddy, as I lie in my dark bedroom, every nerve on fire as I lie so quiet so still. I want to raise my ass higher into your hand, I want your hand to fall between my legs, Daddy, I want to rub myself on you.
Finally, I hear the whisper of your footsteps as you turn and walk out of my bedroom, closing the door as you step back out into the hall. You linger longer and longer each night Daddy, each night I play this game. I don't know how much longer I can play this game. I am in a frenzy of want and need.
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I wait again in the quiet and still house the next night. You stay up so late Daddy, waiting for my stepmother to fall sleep. I lie on my back this time with the sheets twisted around my thighs. Again, my thin cotton nightie is hoicked up around my tight waist, exposing my panties, pink cotton this time. I want you to touch me so bad Daddy.
I hear your footsteps creaking on the stairs. You are walking down the hallway, slowing as you approach the open door of my bedroom.
I softly mumble as though in my sleep as you stand over me. Are you looking at me Daddy? Are you feasting your eyes on the thin cotton of my panties Daddy? Are you discerning my shape in the dark Daddy? Breathing slow and deep, I shift and mumble, sliding my small bare foot up towards my knee, opening my thighs. Taking a chance under your eyes, I slide my hand down my taut abdomen and slip my fingers under the elastic of my panties, sliding them over my bare wet pussy. I sense you freeze as I still again, as though in the grips of a dirty dream. I can hear your harsh breaths as you stand over me.
I slit open my eyes and watch your face through my lashes in the dim light from the hallway. Time seems to stand still as you loom over me, your wide eyes riveted on my hand slowly and languorously rubbing under my panties. A faint mewl escapes me lips as my fingers slide and catch on my clit.
You swallow audibly and I watch surreptitiously as you lick your lips. I am so turned on I can barely keep up my pretence as I watch you watching me in the dark of my little girl bedroom. The house so still and quiet, your eyes fastened on me. My breath catches in my throat as I slide my eyes down the gleam of your white t shirt stretching tightly over your wide shoulders and down to feast on the huge bulge in your sweatpants. You want me, you want your little girl. Oh Daddy, I want to taste your cock so bad. Oh Daddy, I want your big Daddy tongue so bad.
Finally, you move jerkily, grabbing the sheet and yanking it up over me as I quickly squeeze my eyes closed tight. You pull the sheet up to my chest. In your haste the side of your fist brushes against my breast, rasping over my nipple and you freeze. You hand slowly uncurls and your thumb slides over my nipple over my little nightie. I 'mmmm' softly. I can sense your shock and your swift glance at my face, a dim blur in the dark. In and out ...... in and oooout... I breathe deeply feigning sleep. Oh, Daddy touch me again.
You move back and turning swiftly step out of my bedroom, softly closing the door behind you. I slide my wet fingers from beneath my panties and running them under my nightie I pinch the nipple you so briefly caressed, painting it with my own cream, and softly moaning to myself, "Daddyyy". Then I freeze at a sudden creak outside my door, and my eyes open wide and my heart thuds in shock at the sound of your footsteps striding away. Did you hear me, Daddy? Did you hear me moaning for you?
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The next morning the house bustles just like normal, and I bounce down the stairs, wearing a flirty skirt and a tight sweater. I know I look good as I dance into the kitchen where you are seated at the round breakfast table while Stacey, my stepmother bustles around the kitchen. You are so hot Daddy, all rumpled and unshaven as you stare at me from the other side of the table. I make sure to point my ass at you as I bend down to rummage in my backpack, I practiced this in front of my mirror in my bedroom, so I know that the back of my skirt has risen up, showing you my little panties. Blue today. I hope you like them, Daddy.
I pop up and flip my long hair over my shoulder as I slip around the table to cuddle you from behind. I press my perky breasts into your shoulder as I slip my arms around your wide chest and murmured "Good morning, Daddy" in my best little girl voice I kiss you just under your ear. I have always been a Daddy's Girl.