Writing for You

Daddy,

i know You told me to write about the first time W/we’re together and i told You i already did but i suppose i could write more about it and more in my own words. So in a perfect world…

i’m waiting anxiously at the airport for You. i’m wearing a little blue skirt, no panties, and a white button-up just like You instructed. It makes me nervous because i don’t normally go without any panties and i know soon i’ll be so wet that the threat of my juices running down my thighs will be very real. i check to make sure Your flight isn’t late for about the 20th time and scan the crowd again. i fidget a little bit and remove my cell phone from my purse so i’m sure not to miss Your call if You do call. i shift my weight from one foot to the next then Your hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “Sarah, stop fidgeting.” i can’t help but tense up if not from Your stern voice then from the uncomfortable weight of Your hand on my shoulder. my nerves are going crazy and i want to panic from that one simple touch but i hold my ground. i turn to look at You but i can only glance up at Your face before my eyes find a spot on the floor to stare at. Your finger slips under my chin and lifts my face to Yours. i blush bright red and feel my cheeks getting warm as i find the courage to look into Your eyes. “Ah there’s My lil girl, what not even a little ‘hi’ for your Daddy?” i open my mouth to say “hi, Daddy” but i can’t even hear my own voice though my lips form the words. You don’t seem to mind, “Hi.” You say as You beam down at me but i have to look away as i force a shy little smile. Then to my surprise i feel Your strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me close. i look up at You again. Your other hand pushes away my bangs and runs through my hair as You pull me even closer and plant a soft kiss on my forehead. “There this is much better, isn’t it?” i nod a little. Your body feels warm and strong against mine. You make me feel so small and so young. That’s when i give in, resting my head against Your chest and wrapping my own arms around You. A little tear slips down my cheek and soaks into Your shirt as i whisper, “Finally.”

How about i just write a little more on this each day? i’ll talk to You soon. Miss You.

love,

sarah