(mis)adventures in sex

Daddy and I have been officially dating for six months as of today! He told me he loves me on Thursday! We had a fantasy day on Friday! And, we had a date night last night. :)

Thursday morning, Daddy and I were all cuddled up in his bed. We had hit the snooze about three times already and had decided to go for one more. Daddy held me in his arms and was rubbing my hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Really?!” I started crying. I was so surprised that after waiting so long that I finally heard what I had wanted to hear more than anything else. He told me that he really does. I kissed him over and over, that no matter how many I gave him it wouldn’t be enough.

He said that he knew it wasn’t special but that it felt like the right time to say it. I told him that I thought it was special, all snuggled up together. And better than crying over baseball cards (how I told him on the Fourth of July).

On Friday, I had stayed the night at Daddy’s cabin and wanted to spend the day cleaning up his house and making him dinner. :) I had written him a fantasy a couple weeks before about how I would spend all day cooking and cleaning and that he would come home and I hadn’t finished everything so he would spank and rape me. When he came home to a clean house and meatloaf, I told him that it reminded me of the fantasy I had written, except that I had finished everything.

Daddy started to spank me and play with me. I decided I would be feisty and say no. Daddy held me down and fucked me hard as I told him that it wasn’t his pussy to play with. He told me that it was. That he took it from me and it was his.

Daddy says I keep waiting longer and longer to clean his cum out of me. I can’t help it, I just like it so much.

Sunday morning Daddy and I went and got beignets! We drove back from the city to Daddy’s house. Our original plan was to go to his favorite Mexican restaurant but decided to go to a fancy steakhouse instead. I made our reservation online and decided to include that it was our montheversary so that we could get free desert or something.

I didn’t realize that people would think it was our Wedding montheversary.

Two good things came out of this:

1. Free truffles!

2. Yours truely was called Mrs. Daddy’s last name

I told the server we weren’t married and he told me that I was the “future Mrs. Daddy’s last name.” What a little girl dream! :)

When we got back to Daddy’s house, I had a present for Daddy. I put on a little pink nightie that showed my nipples for Daddy. But we were too tired for sexy time. Daddy enjoyed looking at it and then we snuggled up for the night in each other’s arms.

What a great montheversary :)