Characters depicted are of legal age and consenting in their activities. This is purely fictional and meant to convey acts between consenting adults.

I wish you were here right now, snuggling with me on the couch, watching tv with me. I'd have you sitting in front of me, leaning back into me. Your long dark hair would be thrown haphazardly across my bare chest, my arms engulfing you. Your honey brown eyes lazily dozing in and out.

My left hand slowly moves up your chest, past your breasts and comes to a rest on your throat -- not squeezing, but firm enough to know it's there. My right hand wends its way down your belly past your hips, and comes to rest right on the edge of your panties.

"Shhhh little girl, watch your show. Daddy just wants to play with you. Be a good girl."

My hand slides under the brim of your panties, past your soft mound, and right to the top of your slit. My fingers press just above your clit, slowly rubbing a few circles before gently spreading your lips and sliding down and inside you -- only to slide back up for another few laps around your clit. Over and over. Slowwwwwwly. Soooooo slowwwwwwwly.

I'd listen to your little squeaks and moans, your breathing picking up its pace, the little pouting sounds you make every time you get close but I don't let you finish. I bet I could keep doing that over, and over, and over again. 5 minutes? 10? 15? Longer? How long can I keep you RIGHT on the edge but not let you go over? How long before you're begging? A soft "p--lease" whispering its way out of your mouth?

I'd nibble your ears and the nape of your neck while just barely whispering. "Daddy's good little princess. My little fucktoy. My property to do with as I please. I own this little pussy. I own all of your little fuckholes. They're mine to play with." You'd feel the heat of my breath on your neck as I cooed my ownership over you in your ear. You'd feel my fingers on your wet little cunt. My arms would be around you, pulling you into me. You wouldn't be able to move -- not that you'd want to. But you'd be my possession, and you'd know it.

You'd be a pathetic little puddle in my arms, princess, crying and begging for me to use you.

Ever so subtly, the rubbing on your clit would speed up as my hand squeezed harder, firmer around your throat. I'd whisper, "are you going to cum like a good girl for daddy? You know how much daddy likes it when you cum for him. Do you think you can give me a big one, little girl? I think you can do it. I know you're a good girl, and I know you can do it, princess. Show daddy how hard you can cum for me."