Imagine meeting Someone who makes 8 hours feel like 1. And a whole day flash by in a blink.

I can’t quite explain all my feelings and sentiments - well actually they are quite simple. I’ve met Someone who makes me extremely happy, Someone I can’t get enough time with. Who I can literally laugh until I have tears, share what excites me & what I’m scared of. Someone who I’ve started to understand His presence, reading if He is happy, energetic, down, grumpy - all the feelings that make us human. Someone I can endlessly talk to. And more importantly Someone who I can be extremely open with, sharing that there's new kinks I want to explore (including all my historic slutty adventures).

His presence is undeniable. He makes my body react in ways I didn’t know were possible - may it be springing up and welcoming Him whenever He walks in through the the door with a tongue filled kiss, meeting His mouth for the most perfect kisses, or maybe it’s the way I can drape and intertwine my body with His. Or that without thought when I see Him outside I must (for myself) hug Him tight. His strong hands make me feel comforted in ways I’ve never experienced before. He’ll hold my hand when we’re out, or touch me all over when we’re inside. Often He’ll rub my breast and play with my nipples whenever we have any type of discussion on the couch or in bed (sometimes pulling on my nipples to see how much pain I can take). Did I mention He loves my ass? I’m thankful He does, I have just enough ass to keep His huge hands full. And I hope my ass brings Him immense pleasure when He’s spanking me. He’s already mentioned that my body is a canvas, I know that means He’s going to mark up my body with bites, writing and spanking bruises.

I still often think about the time He gave me a full body massage. He had me lay on my stomach, and He massaged every part and of my body. And then, as He was finishing the massage, He spread my legs apart just a bit and blew on my pussy. It drove me wild, I was insanely wet and wanted so much more than the massage and only His hands on me.

He makes me putty. His comfort, openness, guidance, affection all allow me to be myself and give in deeply into a never before discovered submission for Him. There are many things I simply enjoy just to please Him. I very much want to continuously please Him, help Him relax, release, and enjoy His time with me - all because He simply deserves it. He adores when I rub His legs, take His socks off and rub His feet. I don’t do enough of this for Him, I need to get better at that - He deserves so much more.

I love kissing Him all over His body - I cannot keep my lips off of Him. I enjoy kissing Him all over His face and body with either tiny butterfly kisses or wet sloppy kisses. If you ever see us out, you’ll know it’s me and my Daddy when you see the devotion in kissing Him all over. Kissing Him on His mouth, cheeks, forehead, moving down His neck, kissing His chest, shoulders, down His stomach, and moving directly to kissing all over His feet and moving my way back up His legs to where His incredibly thick and perfect cock is, closing my eyes right now, I can easily see the curve of His cock, and recall exactly How he feels in my hand and mouth. I love kissing the head of His cock, sucking on it, moving my face lower and kissing, licking and sucking His balls. Sometimes burying my face into it. He enjoys it so much and has made it clear to me He expects me to suck Him as much as I enjoy kissing His mouth. Over the weeks I’ve gotten more comfortable and enjoy sucking Him so much (and yes, the enjoyment is because I know it makes Him happy). I love the way He fits down my throat, the way I feel the thickness of the base of His cock (barely ever fitting it all into my mouth). My favourite part is when He tells me to stop and come up and kiss Him before going back to sucking Him off. He indulges me so much.

Often, may it be kissing Him, being touched everywhere, the intense make out sessions, me sucking Him, or even when He pulls me across Him on the couch and spanks me - I get so, wildly excited and my body responds by ruining my panties with how wet I get. He knows exactly how wet He makes me, having listened to the sound of my wet pussy when He holds me and watches me play with myself.

He takes care to share new things with me, to check in and see how I feel. We both discuss these things with one another. He enjoys spitting, and now I can’t wait for Him to cover me in His spit. I often find myself getting confused between what might be a kink and what might be a deep feeling of connection, desire, and pleasing one another. When I try new things with Him I know it will be met with Him checking in to see how it made me feel. He started off slowly with me, telling me to “come here” and giving me His gum into my mouth with a kiss, and then telling me to spit it out into the trash. Since then we’ve grown to having Him spit in my mouth - an intimate feeling, opening my mouth to show Him that His spit is in my mouth, and then swallowing it. He loved that. Later we tried something new, never done it before and He spit all over me — and then He spit on my face. Wiping all the spit and wiping my face clean. I’ll never forget the sound of the first time He spit on my face. I was shocked for a moment but then came down from the shock, and realised there was something deeply satisfying by this degrading act, letting Him do what He likes to me. God this man makes me feel so happy.

Nothing beats the joys of our night time routine, He cares for me, and makes sure I make time for myself and go through my full bed time prep. On some nights He will cuddled and tuck me in, whispering “Sweet dreams”, before he leaves (always locking the door), but the absolute best & happiest moment, is falling asleep with Him and waking up next to Him.

Did I mention He’s perfect? He’s handsome, brilliant, quick witted, and sometimes a step ahead of me. I can climb all over His body, kiss Him everywhere, lay with Him all day, and talk His ear off for hours on the phone.