#beingherdaddy

[beingherdaddy]

Thinking about how nice your thigh feels in my palm, the sweet sounds you make when I squeeze and caress it, being careful not to touch you where you want to be touched. Not yet, at least.

[beingherdaddy]

It is such a privilege to be allowed to touch you, feel you shiver as my lips brush your ear lobe, and to make you pout as I take my time with you.

This time is precious to me and I'm planning to drag it on for as long as I can, agonizingly slow, just until your hips buck against my fingers.

It's torture for the both of us, my self restraint tested each time you ask for more, or look at me with those eyes that beg to be seen. And for you, it's just the waiting isn't it?

You're so fucking impatient, always wanting more from me. You'll get it; I always give in, but I'm going to savor every last moment until neither of us can take it before I bury my tongue in your cunt and devour you.

[beingherdaddy]

Absolutely touch starved after 76 days without you. Sure, I could go out with someone else or even just fool around, it's not like we're in a relationship... but it wouldn't feel the same with someone else, especially when I'm wholeheartedly committed to you.

[beingherdaddy]

I'm laying here with my cock absolutely throbbing, thinking about how wet your cunt gets when I wrap my hand around your throat.

You like that little sense of danger, it makes your pussy drool with just the slightest pressure of my thumb.

I bet you want me to touch you, don't you? Want me to slide my free hand between your legs and explore the mess of slick cum dripping down your thighs.

Maybe I'll gather it up and rub it into your slick cunt, listening to your gasps as your wetness only becomes more evident.

What's wrong baby? Do you need more? Are you needy for daddy's touch?

I'll look right into your eyes while I curl my fingers into your sopping pussy, when your jaw drops to let out a gasp of surprise my my mouth will be there.

I am insatiable, ravenous, starving for you.

I'll dance around your tongue as I probe your cunt with my fingers, letting you moan into my mouth with each thrust.

God, I want to keep kissing you, but you make such pretty noises when my lips are elsewhere.

I want to suck your pink nipples while your hands ball into fists, tugging at my hair as the stimulation becomes too much.

I want you to gasp, moan, cry out, arch your back, shout, shudder, I want you to unravel and cum around my fingers. Then I want to lap at your sopping cunt, cleaning you up before giving you even more.

[beingherdaddy]

In the mood to absolutely devour a pretty girl, feel her legs lock behind my shoulders while my tongue swirls a hypnotic pattern over her puffy clit.

[beingherdaddy]

How do I decide what is safe? I trust you implicitly, but that trust isn't reciprocal. I love you faithfully, yet that love isn't reciprocal. You voice worries over our relationship being transactional, yet we have no label. So, below is some of the truth.

I've never had intimate contact with someone I've loved before you, I genuinely don't understand how to proceed at times. I'm much more self conscious when it comes to pleasing you than I've ever been with anyone else.

I've never craved intimacy or connection like this before. This is all new to me, and I'm constantly worried I'll be too much, scare you away, or just be a stepping stone for you to move on.

I don't know how to tell you my fears, because you've been up front about what this is - and yet, each time we're together it feels different than you say it is.

I signed up to have my heart broken by you, knowing you couldn't commit to me yet, and the more we come to know each other the more worried I get.

As I spend more time loving you, the stress fractures of my heart deepen, growing brittle with each passing day. I need to find a way to temper this glass heart of mine, it's yours and at times I feel you do not want the responsibility.

These are all just musings i've had, in no particular order. I'm worried you'll read this and hate me, or try to break things off before I get hurt. You're kinder than you think, and unfortunately that would just hurt both of us even more.

[beingherdaddy]

My eyes flick towards you once again and I sigh as I take in your legs, dark tights and a tiny skirt hiding the prize I'm longing for. I had promised to behave myself at the library, tagging along just to be near you while you studied, and yet here I was - imagining how good you'd look bent over the desk while I ripped your tights open.

I tap my foot impatiently and pull out my phone, hoping that my message would distract you, even if just for a moment. "Just thought you should know that I'm having an awfully hard time not thinking about all the pretty sounds you make when I touch you."

I grin when you glance down at the now bright phone screen, my amusement evident as a pink blush creeps up your cheeks as you look around to see where I was sitting. I wink and spin my pencil in my hands as you glance away, my eyes never leaving you for a second.

A few moments later I hear the chime of a new message in my ear buds. I risk a glance down at my phone and see a message from you - "oh my goodness! you can't say things like that! don't distract me while i'm trying to study!"

I smirk at that and give a shrug, pretending to go back to my crossword as I admire you from afar. Not long after you had your nose buried in a book taking notes I sent another message. "Is it distracting you to know that I wanna bury my nose in your pussy and study it just as closely as you're studying that book?"

I see your eyes drawn to the phone screen again, the pink blush returning in an even darker shade as you glare over at me. I stifle a laugh and cover my mouth, not wanting to get kicked out and miss out on all the fun.

A new chime rings clearly in my ear and I smile as I check the message - "fine 😤 if you wanna play games, watch me."

I had absolutely no idea what that message meant until I look over to your table, noticing a shadow beneath the table as your hand slowly slid along your thigh, lifting your skirt up slightly with the movement.

I was in shock, this side of you completely unexpected in this environment - yet fully transfixed as your hand traveled beneath your skirt and I watched your eyes flutter as you touched yourself.

"Isn't touching yourself in the library kind of naughty? 🤔" I muse, pressing send and watching you read the message before shooting a defiant look my way and spreading your legs for a better angle. It was almost as though you were challenging me, "so what if it's naughty, what are you going to do about it?"

[beingherdaddy]

Being absolutely feral for her always and making sure she knows it. 😈 She's so fucking pretty it hurts, I have a visceral need to touch and taste her again.