(another writing challenge for your enjoyment)
Looking out the window with a wine glass in my hand. Enjoying the scenery and the quiet but how long will I sit here alone looking out instead of looking in?
Daddy would say I am being overdramatic. He is not wrong. In his mind, he is never wrong. But he is not here. He hasn’t been for a long time, longer than I probably know. Or maybe not. Maybe he is here now. Watching my silly antics. My need for attention. Shaking his head at me. Don’t think I haven’t thought about that possibility. Daddy here hiding in plain sight.
I am in this state of feeling on the verge. On the verge of something big maybe. But sometimes I don’t want big, I want simple. That is the real issue here. I am waiting for something to happen instead of making things happen because making things happen takes something big. How long will I sit and wait? How long will I be happy with simple?
I have a new Daddy. But that may be just another diversion. Maybe I am the diversion. Something to toy with. Playing around with the new toy until it gets old and worn out or asks for too much. Then moving on to the next. Seems silly to me, though. Having to start over so many times with a new persona and a new profile. Doesn’t that get old?
Back to sitting here with this wine. I love the feel of it as it slides down my throat. I know it would be much better to have his cock instead. Having the ability to take it in my mouth and feel it as he gets close. Face fucking me until the cum gets milked out of him. That is what should be sliding down my throat. That is the simple thing I want. Dreaming about this new Daddy. He didn’t even know at first he was a Daddy. He is a good one though. Just the right amount of sadist and protector. I need that balance. It would be a shame to lose him, too. But maybe he is too perfect for me.
It is amazing how much this wine seems to open my brain. Really think about things. Just a few sips more, maybe.
“No, Baby. You have had enough thinking.”
Well, this is unexpected. How did he know this was the big thing I wanted? No more thinking, just his.
To be captured.
Lisa Gray 