(mis)adventures in sex

Daddy fucked me in the ass today. I seriously had the most intense orgasm in my life from it. I gave myself an enema and had a nice clean hole for Daddy to play with. Then we got in the shower and Daddy played with my hole with his finger to open me up a little bit. We haven’t played with my ass in awhile so it was nice to play in a new way by being in the shower. I told Daddy to take it slow so that I would open up for him. Thankfully for him, it paid off well.

Daddy put in just the tip and I played with my clit to help me get more warmed up. I slowly wanted more and more of his cock in my greedy asshole. Daddy was playing with my breast but I guided his hand up to choke me. I kept cumming harder and harder as we went on. I begged him to put his whole cock in my ass. I pushed back and felt so full. I had no air as he choked me hard. I came so hard without any touch to my clit at all. I came so hard I collapsed in the shower and started balling.

It took me two hours to recover. I was babbling and weak. Daddy said that he thought he felt some wetness when he was fucking my ass that wasn’t from the shower. When I got out of the shower and lay down, I felt myself and I was soaking went from cumming so hard. Daddy tortured me a little bit while I was relaxing to recover by pulling out the hitachi. 

I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my whole life. I love Daddy so very much. He makes me cum the best!

Two of the guys I’ve had a date or dalliance with in the last year or so are now married.

Not that I want to be married to either one of them, but what are the odds? A third is on his way to getting engaged come March.

Seriously. This is my life. Can’t make this shit up.

Right now, I’m laying in Daddy’s bed all sickly and sniffly. Yesterday, I was Daddy’s good little girl who got all roughed up.

I’m hiding out at Daddy’s house until school starts so I brought lots of pretty things to wear for him so he could play with his pretty little girl. :) Daddy picked out a matching bra and panty set that he thought was cute and I put it on.

I’ve talked to Daddy before about how he was really intense the first time we met and that I kind of wanted him to be more firm with me like that. Daddy put me over his knee and spanked me. Before, when I’ve said that it hurt, Daddy would stop and then we would do something else. This time, Daddy stopped when he wanted to. I would get off his knee, saying that it hurt. Daddy would look at me, ask me if it did, and then push me back down over his knee saying that it wasn’t enough and he thought I could take more.

This turned me on beyond all belief. Daddy telling me what I can take and what I can’t.

Daddy started pulling my hair to pull me back. He pulled down my bra and started to hit my breasts. He pulled my hair to move my head where he wanted it. After awhile, I guess Daddy was turned on.

Daddy laid back and unzipped his pants. He pulled my hair and pushed my face down on his cock. I could hear how much he enjoyed it and that made me more excited. He pushed me so far down on his cock and I loved having his cock in my mouth. Daddy pulled me up by my hair and had me strip. He pushed me down on the bed and had me spread my legs so he could get in behind me.

Daddy fucked me so hard. He pounded into me over and over again. I loved that he was just thrusting into me shamelessly.

When Daddy got tired, he stopped.

What turned me on so much about the whole experience was Daddy’s carelessness for me. That he did what he wanted with me and threw me around. He had control over when he stopped spanking me. He had control over when he stopped fucking me. He had control over how far I went on his cock.

That’s the submission I crave most.

Have you gotten your annual exam? I got mine today! Pretty sure I’m in for a clean bill of (sexy) health but I’m glad I went and made sure rather than waiting around for something bad to happen. Get your lady bits serviced! Tell your lady friend to get her bits serviced! Hell, tell your mom to get her bits serviced!

One thing to not do before going in: have your Daddy give you a hickey. My Dr. is a nice lady who giggled at mine but yours may give you that look. You know what I mean.

Anywho, if it’s been awhile and you need your bits looked at, get it done.

That is the end of this PSA.

Daddy and I decided to have our Christmas on Saturday before I left for Southern California to visit with family for two weeks. We decorated his little tree and opened presents!

I got Daddy a nice leather wallet that now has my picture sitting across from his driver’s license, that way our pictures can kiss. :) Daddy got me a pretty silver necklace, you probably saw the picture. It has a key with a heart at the top. We talked about how it could be the key to my heart, his heart, or my collar. I had asked Daddy for it because I wanted something I could wear when I was out and about that said to me that I belong to him.

Daddy and I spent the day relaxing together. I made him french toast, his (and my) favorite. We snuggled and kissed. Daddy also gave me some nice bruises! (Again, did you see the picture?) I asked him to give them to me so that I could have a mark while I was gone. He also hit me really hard while I came over and over as each smack fell on my breast.

Now I am home and missing him. I can’t wait to come back to him soon. :)

Photo: I’m at home with the ‘rents for two weeks. Glad to see them, but missing Daddy. He did leave me this… http://t.co/SU43MHSD

When Daddy and I went to my parent’s house for Thanksgiving a few weeks ago, I had tried to keep in mind to not call my own father “Daddy.”

As a child, that’s what I called my dad. That’s who he was. I never had a sexual connotation of the word “Daddy” when I called him that. I still don’t think of my dad that way.

Unfortunately, as much as I had tried to avoid it in front of Daddy, I let it slip and called my dad “daddy.” I felt terrible as soon as it slipped out of my mouth. But how do you bring that up casually in conversation? How do you apologize to Daddy for calling your dad “daddy?”

I carefully brought it up. I asked him if he remembered it happening, if it freaked him out. He told me that he noticed and that he was a little concerned by it. I told him that the only reason that came out is because that’s what I called my dad. That when I say it to my dad and when I say it to Daddy, it means something completely different. I’m not sure if I completely got my point across, but I think I’ve reassured Daddy that I only mean to call him that and that I only mean it for him.

Does anyone else have that problem with the “Daddy” issue?