I lay here in the comforts of my bed unable to yet quite fall asleep. It seems as though the sandwoman has not yet come to visit me. So against my efforts but for the comfort of my readers I write.
I close my eyes and I'm drawn to her, my breath is only for her. When I find myself awake on these cold nights the thoughts of me pleaseing my wife are the things that seem to keep me content.You are probably wondering to yourselves like any normal daddies or femmes or even those of you that are like me. Why not just ravish her and take what I want and what I crave to feel in my mouth, on my tongue, dripping down my face. The truth be told that I'm not sure quite now
if my baby would enjoy that all so much and in some sense its
my respect for my wife that I so do hold honestly too passionately next to my heart. With much respect for my wife I wait for her to grant me the permission to dominate her or to take her when I crave her the most. Only when permission is granted can I honestly show her what it is that i wish to do.
There have been times that I have said to her in the heat of the moment " Do you like it when I fuck you like
this or? , Who's pussy is this? and then there are the times when I think them inside of my head only wishing that i could say them to her, but she is not one
I see much into the role playing and even so on some extent of my life and who I feel myself to be, it's
not even role playing but it is a part of my life. A life I wish to take her into but only if she wishes to souly submitt to such a thing.
I am very versatile, not really because even when she is fucking me i still feel that I am in control of what is going on around me.It is this control that sends me over the edge on being more than just a daddy. On wanting to be more than just her wife or her lover. Master and slave is not even close to the concept that runs through my brain it is more complex than that.
In some ways I can not even begin to explain the
concepts that have been soaring through my brain since I was little. I have always been this way, but from time to time I feel myself wanting to release it more and more. These concepts are what no one has ever been able to grasp and that's what makes me me and so much more.
Always something new behind a newly formulated door.
I am not butch. Never to be femme. A fluid that runs through my veins is the closest I can come to it to try and explain. Female biologically only. Man never, I am KRIS, I am more than a woman and more than a man.
Unique to the fullest tee, a rarity amongst all species in this place that we forsake to be a society.
I close my eyes
and I see her before me. So innocent she seems and this innocence drives me crazy, and the fact that when I reach out to touch her I can not drives me over the edges of insanity. So I watch her teasing me as she pleases herself.
Her hand slowly slides down between her legs, rubbing over her mound and toying with her delectible clit. It throbs to her touch, I exhale and she hears me but she does not acknowledge that I am there. Yet she continues to rub her clit gentle between her fingers. Grabbing her mound with her hand and saying outloud " Who does it belong to Daddy?" , You want to touch her don't you daddy? Do you want to feel her aching for your touch? Do you want her craving for you to kiss her with your moist and gentle lips? Do you want to feel her thrusting against your face as your tongue dives in and out of her mouth? To feel her shake as you take her on a ride she has thought to have experienced but this ride has new turns? Well daddy? What are you waiting for?
And then she looks at me with the innocence in her eyes and tells me I love you too daddy. She toys with me and she knows exactly what it does to me. That right there is the
thing that turns me on even more and more. And she knows what she is doing to me and that makes the moisture creep down from between her thighs.
so she turns her back towards me and arches herself. On her knees she lies and I can see her cat waiting to
be petted. Her fingers trace the intricated outlines of her lips and the spots that I love to kiss the most and she draws me into her even though I'm still not allowed to touch.
She calls out to me....Daddy what's wrong? Why are you breathing so heavily? Are you okay daddy?
Why won't you touch me Daddy? You know I want to feel my clit
grinding on your tongue. You know I want to to slide back and forth across your tongue as you flick across my clit and down my slit and back up again. Daddy Please don't make me beg! I want to feel you penetrating me soft and gently with your tongue, with your fingers, and then faster with your rock hard cock. I want to take you into me hard daddy... please daddy fuck me.
Her fingers slid in one
a time sliding in slowly and moving faster as she rocks back and forth.
she spreads herself open for me. But I'm not allowed to touch let alone enter.
Daddy, pull my hair harder! Daddy I love it when you smack my ass! I know I've been a naughty girl and I need to be disciplined, there are no excuses for what I'm putting you through.
And i know that you are enjoying your little game.
You walk over towards me and lean down and whisper into my ear. Come here daddy, I want to show you something. I promise you will enjoy it. So I follow I always do.
You tell me to sit on the couch like a good boy and I obey. You get down on your knees as you tell me to spread them. I resist thinking to myself that this is not part of the game. But nothing ever is. You slid your finger beneath the strap and feel my clit throbbing to your touch. You slid your hand down between my thighs and feel moisture spillin out. My head falls backwards as i feel your tongue slightyly toying with the tip of my clit. I close my eyes and think oh my fuckin god. Rock hard it swells. Then you nestle the strap back into place. Then you look up at me so innocently and ask " Does it feel good daddy, Do you want to fuck me is that why you're so hard beneath my touch? And i don't respond.
Your tongue flicks across the tip of my cock.Inch by inch you take me into your mouth.Still no response.
Then you stop with your left hand you slide up and down my shaft, and when you reach the base you push it against my clit. Your right hands glides beneath the strap and yours fingers slide in one by one. Slow inside and then out.Your mouth encircles my hard cock up and down, your fingers thrust hard and fast inside of me. Harder and faster, harder and faster until I feel I'm about to cum and then you stop.
I grunt. Then you saddle me grinding your soaking wet mound against my cock, but not allowing youself to be penetrated. Rocking against me.Your hands reach behind you and plant themselves on my legs and you bounce against me.I can't resist and somehow I manage to bite your neck knowing that that is one of your many hot spots. and you look at me with disapproval. I know I have just fucked up....but in a sense it was worth it and then i think well maybe not.
You push me inside of you but yet you don't move and i'm not allowed. and then slowly you rock against me.I want to thrust inside of you hard but you pin me from doing so. Pulling me out and thrustin me in.I'm not allowed to join. And when I feel you are in fact about to cum you stop. A tear falls down your face , you lean down and kiss me on the lips and whisper in my ear " permission not granted" I'm not allowed to fuck you, and then I respond " permission not granted" You're not allowed to cum.