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

First Spanking

Daddy,

While i was waiting for Your call i read Confessions of an English Gentleman’s new post. It’s perfect, exactly what i imagine my first time with You to be like. Especially where he talks about spanking her because he wants it unlike the few times when she had been spanked before by guys that only spanked her because she wanted it. i feel like he’s talking about me there because that is exactly the situation i am in. And i think i’d only really be able to enjoy Your firm hand on my ass once i hear You tell me that You want it more than anything. Thank You for waking me up, i can’t wait to talk to You again.

love,

sarah

Waiting

Daddy,

You know when i know You are going to call i can’t sleep. Though last night wasn’t nearly as bad as the first night when i awoke every hour. i woke up early and got a little restless so i got out of bed and decided to write for You. You know yesterday the blog got 27 hits, that’s twice the highest it has ever been. i’m not sure what sparked all those hits and i guess it doesn’t sound like much. But this blog is still so young. i really like wordpress because You can see how many people are looking at your blog and how they got to it. If You haven’t found this feature go to the dashboard and then click on Blog Stats. Anyway i don’t have anything to say really just going to wait around for Your call.

love,

sarah

i want to write

Daddy,

i’ve always secretly wanted to write a book. Lately (within the last year) it’s become more of a need than a want. When i walk into bookstores i find myself wanting to write more than i want to read anything i find. Of course what is there to write about if you don’t write about what you know. So i admit i’ve begun putting together some thoughts on my life, well not my life really but about my time on the internet and the people i’ve met and relationships i’ve had that were based solely on the internet. i wish i had more motivation. That has always been my one downfall, motivation. i’ll procrastinate anything if given the chance.

Just felt like writing about that and telling You about my plans. i miss You, talk to You soon.

love,

sarah

Daddy vs. Master

Daddy,

i’ve been thinking lately about the roles W/we are in. You as my Daddy and me, Your lil girl. And wondering how it differs from You as my Master and me as Your slave. The word slave seems odd to me now when just a few years ago it seemed so fitting. Slave… i wonder what it really means to me and whether i could really be Your slave. But i suppose i’ll know once W/we talk about it and explore what it’ll mean to both of U/us. i think deep down i have the urge to call You Master because sometimes i think it in my head. But i wonder if i’m really slave material.

i used to think labels would box me in. When i was with Justin we never spoke about what we were to each other and now it is coming back to haunt me. So now i see that in order to fully understand O/our relationship i have to know what i am to You and what You are for me. I hope to talk to You about this tonight.

And thank You for calling me this morning i love to listen to You in the morning, awaking to the sound of Your voice. If only i could awaken to Your voice and Your soft touches. i love to imagine You waking me up slowly Your touches growing more and more demanding as You stroke my arms and kiss my neck working down my body. Your hands growing more urgent as they spread my legs and Your fingers dip into my cunt. “Wake up lil girl, Daddy’s going to use you.”

i miss You, talk to You soon.

love,

sarah

being bad

Daddy,

i’ve been bad lately, huh? i already confessed that i’d been trying to punish You or scare You; even threaten You with a sabbatical. And i am sorry for that. But more shocked that You knew what i was doing even before i realized it myself. i hesitate to say it was a little scary You knew because i do want You to know me completely and understand me more than i do. i think it’s important for Daddys to know every inch of Their daughters inside and out and to know exactly how their lil minds work. But i was shocked when You told me You knew what i was doing because You didn’t say anything about it before i left. i half expected You would punish me.

i know i’ve been bad but i don’t want this to turn into an apology because there’s been so many apologies already. i’d rather talk about why i’ve been bad. Perhaps i was just cranky from my period (which started this morning) but i think it has to do more with me not getting enough attention. i know i can’t expect anything more from You, Daddy. i already feel like i am taking up a lot of Your time and i know You are busy. And it’s not that You aren’t giving me enough attention here because i really do think You are, it’s more that i need real life attention. And i realize there’s really no way to fix that and W/we just have to be patient and i’m going to try but it’s so hard. It’s just so hard to wait even longer for something that’s been building up for 5 years, especially when you can finally see it on the horizon.

i love You, Daddy and i miss You. i can’t wait to talk to You today.

love,

sarah

What i was thinking

Daddy,

I love You, today and forever. Know that only a couple days ago i had no doubts, i knew i was Yours and W/we would be together but now i feel them creeping in. Doubts not about whether i love You or whether i am Yours but of when W/we can be together. i wonder at times how long i can cling to You, to the thought of You, to the need to be Yours with such intensity. Because it has been intense lately Daddy. i’ve never felt so obsessed. And i only have so much energy. How long can i keep this up before i need a sabbatical? A rest, a break…to reenergize, to collect myself.

i laid down to sleep but this is all i could think of i knew i had to write it out for You. It’s only fair You know what i’m thinking.

love,

sarah

High Maintenance

Daddy,

Having no job and nothing better to do i’ve read almost all of Confessions of an English Gentleman. But i found his newest entry very interesting. High Maintenance is the title. i’ve never really considered myself high maintenance, especially since my daily wardrobe consists of jeans and a tshirt and i can be ready in less than 30 minutes. But after reading his post on submissives and maintenance, i’d have to say that i am indeed high maintenance. hehe but i bet You already knew that. i need attention constantly. i need to be held, kissed, fucked, and used among so many other things. i need to hear You call me Your good lil girl. But that’s just part of me being submissive. And i love You for understanding and giving me the attention i need.

love,

sarah

Trip

Daddy,

Tomorrow we leave for Florida. i’m going to miss You but i think it’s for the best. We’ll be back on the 5th or the 6th. Please don’t call me while i’m gone.

i hope to talk to You soon.

love,

sarah

missed You

Daddy,

i missed You a lot last night, no i missed You all day. i think about You constantly and it’s really beginning to drive me insane. i’m afraid i might be obsessed with You. heh i just need You so much Daddy. It hurts so much when W/we don’t get to talk. i hope You had a good reason and i hope that You had a good night and slept well.

i wish that when You read my posts You’d leave a little comment just so i know that You’ve read it. i miss You so much and love You.

love,

sarah