Today is a special day, sweetie

*Some of this is fiction, some of it is what happened this morning, a nice mixture*

Daddy and I woke up this morning and immediately rolled into one another for snuggles. He kisses my neck softly and holds me close, his special baby girl. I roll over to snuggle into him and we murmur “Morning,” to each other, arms entwined together.

“Today’s a special day, sweetie,”

I nod sleepily  in agreement.

“Do you know what today is?”

I nod again, still nuzzling into his chest.

“Today’s when little girls show their daddies how much they love them. Are you going to be an especially good little princess for me today?” 

I’m too tired to play this game, really, but I’m too tired to resist much either, and I do so love it when he talks like this. His hand moves between my legs and gently rubs. I’m wearing Teletubby pyjamas, so appropriate. I move my legs open a little and his hand slips into my pyjama bottoms and into my knickers. He’s kissing my neck gently, and I allow him to enjoy me. It’s his special day after all.

“Be a good girl for me sweetie…”

I feel him taking down my bottoms, and don’t protest or writhe. I’m still very tired, and am only just starting to wake up properly. He loves it when I’m like this, warm, soft, pliable. I’m very wet, I must have had some naughty dream last night. He pushes into me and I am suddenly reminded of how very much I love it when he’s inside me. Instantaneously I’m gripping onto his shoulders and moving myself up and down on him.

“You love being fucked by your daddy, don’t you?” he grunts this out, between thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” I try desperately to convey how much in my voice, and try bouncing myself up and down even more on him.

I feel him start to become close to climax and he leans close to me. Gripping onto me with all his might he releases all his love inside me, as I whisper: “Happy Father’s Day”.

I love my daddy.

A dream

This dream is a particularly odd one.

If you are easily grossed out, don’t read this.

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I remember feeling incredibly happy during this dream. I also woke up very contented, though I didn’t remember the dream straight away.

I can’t remember all of it, but certainly a couple of bits stand out to me.

I remember my sister had been wearing my “Daddy’s girl” necklace without asking. Along with a lot of other stuff of mine. I asked her to take off the necklace and she did, nicely. Then her and my mum were getting ready to go on the Eurostar. There was a lot of confusion over tickets. I had two hours before we had to leave.

But I was otherwise engaged with a brother. (I’ve never had a brother, though one of my mum’s many miscarriages would have been a boy). We were fooling around in my room, and we were having sex. I remember feeling so happy and at ease with the situation. He was fucking me and fingering me and we were kissing, it seemed perfect. Mum kept coming upstairs to see if I was packing or not and we didn’t answer the door. Then there was only an hour left.

I’d said to him that I needed to pack. But then I got distracted and got him hard again. I told him I was going to use my hand to get him off, and he smiled really gently and kindly. Then I was overcome with desire to have him inside me again. (This may have been brought on by the fact that I was incredibly horny when I went to bed, but couldn’t quite get myself off)  He smiled and shifted up a bit. I clambered on top of him and he guided himself into me… He rubbed my arms and then kissed me, caringly. I suddenly felt very “right” and started grinding on him.

Then he was gone, and my mum and sister were in my room asking me if I had my Eurostar tickets. We left.