Say My Name

As you wake up and stretch, is it my name you think of in your mind?

When your hand reaches down and finds that hardness, is it me that came to you in your dreams?

Do you think about how you could use me before you even get out of bed? Are there things you want to say to me if we could have a moment together to sip on our coffee before we have to part?

As you go through your day and suddenly feel that ache, do you know that you are making me feel it, too? That hunger you are feeling is coming from me. I am desperate for your touch.

On your way home, does that ache for me to be there with you get stronger? It does for me. I want to be there waiting by the door, knowing your hunger has grown to that point of no return. You will have no way to stop that want and can take me as I stand. Pushing me up against the wall, feeling how wet I have become waiting for you. Smirking at the thought, I left the panties off so you could quickly get access. It wouldn’t have mattered. You would have made short work of anything standing in your way. I want to see you hard and ready for me. Taking what is yours.

You know I am yours, don’t you?

Say my name, Daddy.