4 comments/ 23890 views/ 0 favorites Dear Daddy By: lindiana Dear Daddy, Almost 45 years ago, I was born. You were already a dad. You had my older sisters. But something between you and I bonded. And over the years it strengthened. It wasn't easy for you, I know. After me, you had my brother and my baby sister. We all grew and had to be clothed and fed. Momma was the definition of homemaker. She cooked and cleaned and took care of us. But you took care of us too. Being the provider for seven people had to be very hard. Yes you had a temper and you were very strict. As a child, I guess you could say I hated you. You were the first Dominant in my life. I didn't know it then, I didn't even know it until a few years ago. But I guess you molded that inside me and now I am drawn to the Dominant men. I can't seem to resist them. I always was a daddy's girl. As an adult, I grew to respect you more and more with every passing year. I am so glad that I took the time to tell you I loved you. I am so glad, daddy, cause you passed away this morning and I miss you already. I'll always be your little girl, daddy. Always. I will always love you and miss you. Already I can feel the big hole in my life without you here. If I have my wish, I'll be with you again soon. I know we see each other almost every night in my dreams. I know you really are there, in my subconscious. I know you wouldn't leave me, you know how much I've always needed you. I've been so sick, daddy. You know that. I haven't seen you in about a year because of it. Sometimes the pain has been so much that I wanted to die. But Steve was there. He got me through so much. You would love him, daddy. He is so much like you. Smart and strong and he takes care of your little girl. I'm just sorry you never got to meet him. The doctors keep telling me I'm getting better, daddy. I guess I'm supposed to believe them. Just like me to get an extremely painful incurable disease, daddy, that isn't fatal. Oh no, can't be fatal. Remember when that doctor said it would be better if it was cancer because they could at least cure that? You've been sick a long time too, daddy. You were sick with Parkinson's. Mommy says you are in a better place, you would be so unhappy living the way you were. You were in a nursing home with dementia when you died. But I heard that you kept asking for me. Both my older sisters told me you did. And they patiently explained to you that I was sick and you knew I would be there if I could. You know I love you, daddy, always and forever. I don't know how I am supposed to go on without you, daddy. I know you would want me to, I know you would want me to make you proud. I will try, daddy. I will try so hard. I will try to be the strong one. I will try to stop crying. Okay first things first, daddy. You know what a crybaby I am. I'll never forget you, daddy. I will visit with you often in my dreams. And you will be in my thoughts every day for the rest of my life. You will never know how much I loved you, despite your faults. No one is perfect, daddy. Not even me. I love you so much, daddy. Thank you for being my daddy. Dear Master Dear Master, I'm taking your advice Master, I'm watching pornography while I masturbate I came the first time in only three minutes! I hope you will be proud. I tucked myself underneath my blanket and held my pussy lips open with my left hand pulling nice and tight the way you showed me. I also made sure my Pubis Mons was tugged upwards, to help expose my clit, and my right hand was using my favourite toy. I started by gently running my little vibrator over my labia. I like this Master, to start things off, because it makes my pussy feel tingly all over. I would wish that I had your fingers circling the small opening of my cunt, and I cannot do this without you, so I imagine this happening when I start playing. Sometimes I slide my vibrator over the opening down there while thinking about you. I pushed the tip of the little black toy up against the right side of my clit. I usually aim for the base of the clit at first, because it's so sensitive, although this might be because I use it at full speed. I make small circles around this area, keeping myself spread open the whole time. I always imagine you ordering me to open my legs really wide and to not move them, this turns me on so much Master. I hope it's not boring that I always imagine the same things. I can't help that hearing you order me to spread myself open for you is so arousing. Hopefully you will understand. Of course, you may say anything you want to me, anything you want at all. So after about 30 seconds of this, I take the vibrator off my clitoris and run it over my labia again. I imagine here that you would be looking at my pussy, because it makes me so nervous to think of you looking down there, where i cannot hide from you. I can almost see a smile curling up your lips as you know what your light touches are doing to me. You are so smart Master, knowing about how girls like me have nerve clusters more sensitive on one side than the other. And by this point, my clitoris is relaxing a little, so I usually place the vibrator tip back to where it was; still on the right side. I always imagine you telling me how FUCKING ADORABLE it is watching me moan and squirm underneath you. The tingling sensation starts to build up soon, and my clitoris is getting used to the sensations, which are so warm and wonderful, but I need your help Master. I imagine you sliding the hood of my clit up tightly and gently tapping my vibrator against that once protected area. Each tap sends a jolt through my clit Master, and it feels sooooo good, and I love knowing that you know exactly how to touch me. After a moment or so you decide to slowly run the vibrations over the side of my clit, so slowly that I can feel each and every vibration so inescapably pleasurably close. I like feeling it slowly against me like that sometimes Master, because the speedy movements can take away from those warm vibrations I need so badly. Sometimes you hold it near the tip of my little clit for a second just to tease me, to let me know that you can make it much much more intense, if ever you felt like it. I imagine you being rather entertained by the fact that I am so helpless to your knowledge of sexual anatomy and delicate hand work. You swap and change between the slow movements and the tapping movements depending on whether or not you think the sensations are escalating or not. Sometimes you hold the tip of my toy firmly against the base of my clitoris for an unbearable amount of time, and it is delicious torture. I want to hear you talking to me Master, swearing and soothing and whispering all the words you know make me flush with excitement. It's always the slow vibrations that get me Master, that's when I cum hard, and only think of you. I imagine all these things, because it doesn't feel as good if I realize consciously that I am the one touching myself. Only your hands make me feel the excitement and nervousness that I want so badly to make me cum. However, this time, as you know, I was watching PORN while doing this. I was watching a girl wriggle her fingers over the sensitive upper body of some poor naked girl who begged for it to stop. I did not look at their faced though Master, I only looked at the hands. I wanted them to be your hands; touching me, tickling me, and leaving me completely at your mercy. Oh Master it was amazing, the one girl in the video clip who was completely naked was tied to the bed, so she could barely move! The victim giggled and moaned and begged for freedom, while I shivered silently, and thought mostly of you. Your fingers know best where to touch me, you would always do a better job than the people I see attempting this torture upon the screen. That's why I'm writing these letters to you, I want to tell you my fantasies all about you. Just for you Master, please will you read them? I know I'm not a fancy writer like any author YOU would read by, but I will try for you, I will do anything for you. And Master, if you read them, maybe you might consider playing with me again soon? *blushes* I do not usually masturbate; I barely did it at all before I met you. But you're so smart Master, telling me how the body works, and why little girls like me need to practice how to orgasm for Daddies like you. I want to be able to cum for you Master, at your command, helping you manipulate my body like no other. Only you know how to do this for me. I want to tell you all my secrets, is that okay? I'll try to spell all my words right and not say anything that displeases you. I'll even remember if you tell me to write something differently for you. See, if my secrets belong to you, then I know they will be safe and cared for. So I desperately want to expose all of myself to you. Will you let me expose myself to you? I took photos today of my breasts and all the small bruises you left upon them for me, marking them as your own. I was too embarrassed to send them to you; I couldn't make them look good enough to please you from the angles I had to work with. Also, I've never sent you a picture of my breasts; would you like them like that? In a small picture on your phone rather than in your hands? I like them better in your hands. However, I do like looking down at the blue and purple marks you have left on me. Surrounding my pink puffy nipples, while reminding me of your mouth suckling, and nipping down upon them. You know how I can barely withstand you playing with my nipples; it turns me on beyond what I can ever imagine. So when you do touch them, I have to grip the sheets beneath me, if only to stop myself from pushing your hands away. I want desperately to let you do as you please with me, even if that means forcing myself to lose control. So would you tie me down while you tease my nipples, Master? I know you've done this before, but I want so much more! I can't stand not being tortured by your fingertips gently grooming me and soothing me with the sensations I can't live without since you made me yours. I secretly imagine you playing with my nipples very often, for so long that I lose my senses, as you tease me with your words and lips against my neck. I imagine you telling me how you think it's FUCKING CUTE that my nipples are so sensitive that I can barely even think when you touch them. I like it when you say the F word, it sounds so good on your lips, and I could never say anything like that myself. I desperately want you to gently tease my nipples for a very long time, until I beg you for something- ANYTHING- else but that. Master, I'm shy to admit all these things to you like this, I hope you will understand. I have so many desires for you, to be touched and fucked, only by you Master. I've never known anyone who could take care of these needs the way you can, and I don't know how else to control my desire for you but through these pleas to be touched. I'll be a good girl and wait for you Master, until you decide to touch me next, when i deserve it. ~ Your Girl