Things have been tough for me and Daddy. If you have read any of my previous posts you will see tha tthings have been off and I've been feeling lot of emotional strain. Daddy and I finally got to talk it out. It went really well. I explained to him that I was starting to feel like we are too seperate people moving around each other, as opposed to being two halfs of a single unit moving with each other. Daddy said that made perfect sense to him. We are so use to always feeling the same way about things, and lately it hasn't been like that.
We have been trying to plan time together for weeks. But I got really sick and missed a lot of work, which pretty much meant there was no chance of me taking time off for fun. I'm still getting over being sick ( its' been going on 5 weeks now), but this last weekend things just seemed to fall into place for us. Daddy's exception was out of town, leaving him free to talk to me and see me whenever we could. And I had the weekend free.
Now the fun part was every night when I came home from hanging out with my bff's, I got to stop by Daddy's house. On Friday night, I just sat on the couch with him and he just held me. We talked in quiet voices and just talled about everything. We shared soft kisses and that soon turned into deep kisses. It was sweet, and full of love and desire, but not the usual urgency we feel when we have so little time. We kissed for what felt like days. All I could feel was his lips on mine, his arms around me, his hands brushing my hair. I wanted him to make love to me, but I wanted him to make the first move. We kept kissing for about 5 more minutes and then he gently pulls me off the couch, whispers in my ear " I want to make love to you." I was without words because it was as if he read my thoughts ( which he does on a regular basis). He gently guided me to the bedroom, kissing me all the while. He was very slow in his movements. Sensual taking his time. He stripped me and laid me on the bed. Removing his clothes before joining me. He made love to me like he had all the time in the world, kissing me, holding me, whispering to me. It was so perfect. And when we were done he just laid with me.
He held me for a long time after that before I had to go home. I felt so bereft leaving him. Like a part of me was missing, its' exactly how I use to feel when I left him. I was so happy I had gotten to be with him, but so sad I wasn't with him still. I took it as a good sign. I was back to feeling like we were two halves.
Saturday I again got to stop. I had told Daddy I was worried about it becuase I didn't want the glory of friday night ruined. Daddy told me I would be happy when I left and not to worry. I arrived at his house and we again just sat on the couch. We talked about everyday things and he told me he was just gonna hold me tonight. He began to tell me what he would have done with me if I had been with him all day ( i had gottten to spend a good part of the morning with him). He started to tell me about everything we would do, where we would have gone, I could here his Dom side coming out a bit in his voice and his story, but he still juse held me close, loving me. I leaned over to kiss him and after a while I felt his hands caressing my back. When i felt his hand brush my nipple through my shirt, I knew I was lost. I moved to grant him more access to my body. Moaning softly to let him know I didn't want him to stop.
Daddy continued his course and then slowly slid his hand down into my jeans. After a bit of driving me wild he held me again, saying he didn't want to do too much. I opened my mouth and the only thought that came out was "Take me to bed...please." He looked at me, trying to decide if he should no doubt, then he told me to go to the room, removed my clothes, and wait for him. I did as I was told. It was a suprise to me cuz I didn't even think about it. I just obeyed. The waiting was torture. The anticipation of laying thier naked, waiting for him was hieghtening my sense. Daddy came in, having removed his clothes, and moved me a different way on the bed. He gave a soft order and with one hand I began strokin ghis cock, and with the other I began to pleasure myself. He wanted to watch me get myself ready for him. Once he was sure I was jus thow he wanted me. He positioned me so I was laying on the edge of the bed, my arms up, hands holding the other end, and he fucked me.
He was very in charge and kept up a steady stream of whispers to me ( he knows it helps me to hear his voice). I was in complete submission and subspace. I had a thought of where I wanted him to fuck me next, and I was gonna ask for it, then I chickened out. Suprisingly, not even two minutes later Daddy was doing the exact thing I wanted. I didn't even have to ask. He laughed after when I told him that. We spend a long time in the room, although it didn't seem like that long. And when we were once again cuddled on the couch I couldn't even remember why I had been worried that tonight would erase he fun we had the night before. I had never felt so close to him, or so in love with him, or so much like myself as I did right then. We talked and kissed and cuddled for the next 20 minutes before i came home.
The whole experience was amazing and greatly needed. I was suprised it went so well, having him use me as his sub. I thought for sure that it would be strange for me since we hadn't felt that close, or at least i hadn't felt connected enough to him, I would have said before that I don't think it would work or that i'd enjoy it. But did I ever. Things finally feel back to how they should be, and we got to talk out a lot of things that had been on our mind. I think it was a weekend of healing and bringing us close, and I can't wait to see him again tomorrow, it will be a vanilla situation, but just looking at him makes it worth it.
