Lately life has been difficult on Daddy and I both, thus the reason for the disappearance. Honestly, I can't say that I am for sure what caused it. Stress maybe? Life priorities that managed to get in the way of TTWD? Being ill or in pain from unknown causes? No matter what it was we have been slacking, missing, and apart in more ways than just physically.
Saturday was finally us time again. Daddy's son was back at his moms, my daughter was being watched by my mom and it was time to try to reconnect. We both needed to reaffirm where we stood with just us.
I arrived at Daddy's and found him sitting out back smoking a cigar and watching a show on his iPad. He seemed aloof to my presence, not really caring that I was there or not. I needed to shower and "get ready" because we had planned on going out to eat and then coming back to his house. I asked if he was going to shower with me and he said he would once he was done smoking and watching this show. I'll admit that made me feel...well not important. However, I kept my head on and said ok. Knowing that I needed to shave and how long I take in the shower I decided to wait a few minutes and then jump in on my own to get ahead a bit. Otherwise he is done and waiting on me to finish and I hate him having to wait on me like that.
I start the water, plug my phone in and start playing one of my favorite play lists, strip down and jump in. The water feels refreshing and I get into a groove of humming and singing along with washing. I actually managed to get almost completely done with my shower before Daddy arrived! Hair washed and conditioner in place, body washed, body shaved, and was in the process of rinsing the conditioner when Daddy snuck in behind me. I'll admit, even with head under water and eyes closed I kinda thought he was there. Despite not touching me, I could feel him. So once I was done I turned around and there he stood in all of his glory.
I washed Daddy...I love washing him. It may sound silly, but there is something in washing someone from the top of their head all the way down to the private parts and further to the toes that is an awesome feeling. I would compare it to washing your own child except that with a child it is for health reasons, and there is no sexual energy there. As small and vulnerable as a child is it is necessary, they can't do it yet themselves. When washing the person you love...getting to certain areas like a cock or an ass, being allowed to clean what can potential be the most uncomfortable places for someone, is an amazing feeling. Despite me being the sub, the vulnerable one, in that moment Daddy is (in my mind, he may not view it the same way), and he is allowing me to be in control of that for a moment.
Once Daddy was all washed we stayed in the shower, him towering over me with me against the wall. We chatted, we rubbed each other, we kissed, we touched. Soon Daddy was slowly but with force pushing me down. Once I was seated on the floor of the shower looking up at him made me feel so small, but I wasn't scared. I knew what was coming, we had talked about it, and I had been anticipating it every other time since St. Louis that we had been in or near a shower together. Daddy is slowly but deliberately pulling on his cock, blocking the shower water from getting in my face, staring me in the eyes, and then I feel it. Daddy was pissing on me.
He started on my left shoulder allowing it to run down in all of its warmth, and then moved over my breasts to my right shoulder. Going back and forth slowly, being careful to avoid my face, covering me as best he could. I'll admit it wasn't the horror story I was expecting it to be. It turned me on, and in its own way, calmed me. I thought I would feel demeaned, instead I felt owned. Afterwards Daddy helped me up and we switched places so I could rinse off before he gathered me in his arms and quietly said "I own you, you know that? You are mine."
In that moment, the rest of the world melted away even if it was only briefly. We soon stepped out of the shower, and to the bed where Daddy decided to eat dessert before dinner. Yum....god I love it when he eats me out. Even though I can't seem to stay still it is the best feeling ever!
Instead of going out, we ordered pizza and went to pick it up. Coming back to his house we ate and sat on the couch for a bit. Some of the other issues we had been having still seemed to linger even after the shower scene, and though I'll admit I soon forgot what caused the initial issue between us that night, we made it to the bed where we chatted while I laid across his lap.
At one point I basically told Daddy to just fuck me, which sounds demanding, however it was the best way at the time for me to say what I was trying to say. And fuck me he did.
His cock was so hard moving in and out of me that I came harder than I had in a long time. It felt so amazing to just have him inside of me, and pulverizing my pussy with his cock. It must have felt good to him to, because there was a few times he had to stop and breathe which made me feel great. Not only was I enjoying what he was doing, but so was he! When I came again coating his cock in my juices, he started cumming as well. We hadn't even made it to doggy style, which is Daddy's best and favorite way to come! All in all, it was amazing, and it allowed Daddy to let out some frustrations as well as put me in my place.
Even still the rest of this week with us has been up and down. I've been having issues and I'm not sure what they are stemming from. It's not Daddy's fault nor is it his problem, but nonetheless its a problem. I'm feeling misunderstood a lot lately, or simply not important. Maybe it's because we haven't had as much us time as we were having, or maybe because in my vanilla world I'm dealing with more issues than I was previously. I did however tell Daddy that I know we will be fine. We will figure it all out and how to work it and eventually everything will come back to how it was, or maybe it will find a new better way to be. But in the end I'm still in it, I still want it, and I still want him. I will always want him.
Daddy has been attempting to get me to plug everyday this week. I say attempting because there was an hour long failure the other day to embarrassing to even type out here >_< but needless to say, that day it didn't work out. He admitted to me yesterday that he wanted to take my ass again this weekend, and though I am yet again nervous, I can see no better way for him to assert what is rightfully and truthfully his.
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