send off

Had lunch with The One I Don't Like today. I have to say, she was communicative and less creepy than I found her the last time. I wasn't sure what to expect. Don't think Daddy was either, told me yesterday, "if things go poorly at lunch at least try to have some fun with it." Rather uneventful if a bit boring. She is socially awkward but we found some common interests to talk about. I'm glad there was no freak out or emotional trauma. I am relieved I don't have a better story from lunch.

Daddy came over last night. He had just come from a meeting and looked very handsome, black button down, jacket, jeans and black loafers. Daddy doesn't pay much attention to his clothing. Not saying he looks like a dork when I see him, but I do enjoy seeing him a bit fancy. There was that unfortunate red and white striped shirt incident...I'm still trying to block out that memory.

We went to dinner then came home and went directly to bed. Something was brewing with Daddy last night and the use was even more intense than usual. I got the belt, new one. Even more stingy than the last if that were possible. He flipped me over and fucked his pussy. He bit my neck, my ears, my cheeks, my lips. There was a deep fire burning in him last night. Of course, my body responded by further surrendering with every bite and blow. Multiple hits to the face which set my ears ringing and were punctuated by a flash of white light in my head. He pulled my hair and wrapped his hands around my neck demanding I cum over and over. It is an intoxicating meld of our bodies each feeding off the other. He spit in my mouth and I lapped it up hungrily. It was exceptionally raw and honest. He dumped his sperm into me and he lay on top of me, both of us sweaty, exhausted and sated.

We cuddled in bed for the rest of the night. Daddy has been thinking a lot about us this last week. He says I fill a void for him, I complete him. He is feeling protective and a wee bit jealous (unusual for him.) Trust and love him and he promises he will work everything out. I am owned and will never have to worry about the future again, that is his job. He has opened up to me in a way he has never done to a submissive and he is feeling vulnerable also. He wants us to be wrinkly old prunes together, both with busted hips from years of fucking and a lifetime of cherished memories and moments to share. He actually got welled up, touched me in a really deep place. I think he may actually love me.

He fucked me up the ass. I just lay still and took his cock. I arch my back and pressed my cheek against his. I am his whore. Undeniable and a magical place to be. We are making progress. We both feel it. This is something special.

We got dressed and shared some tea. I won't see him for a week. He is going away with his brother. One week from today we are leaving for a long weekend to celebrate my birthday. I can't wait. We stood looking at one another through the screen door, Daddy saying he didn't want to leave me. Maybe one day, he won't have to.