I’m Sorry part 2
June 26, 2006
Daddy,
My mind has been running all day. I wonder what you’re thinking about, how upset you are. I wish you’d contact me somehow. I wish you’d scold me so I can move on. It’s torture to have to replay everything I’ve said to you today and wonder what’s going on in your head.
I got really exhausted in the afternoon and laid down to take a nap. I instinctly put my hands between my thighs and then realized I didn’t deserve to cum. So I laid still my hands at my sides and fell asleep. Only to wake up with a pang of guilt and a terrible headache.
I don’t know what to do. I was being so good and trying so hard. You said you were proud of me; it made my lil heart swell so much and I was proud of me too. And I messed that all up in one fell swoop.
I wish I knew if you were reading these posts today. There’s so many already but I just keep thinking of more things to say. I’m sorry Daddy. Please forgive me.
love,
sarah
