As I drift off to sleep, I am filled with thoughts of Daddy. I imagine not being alone in my bed at all. I dream of him with me. I have a queen bed, so we would have to be close to each other.
My body heat would keep him warm as he spoons me. My temperature would rise as he gets close. I can feel myself getting restless with him there, constantly moving and trying to get close and in a comfortable spot.
I can hear him say, “Baby, be still.” I can hear his voice drawing out the word Baby. I know how he will say it. Plead with me as he pushes his hardening cock up against me so I know how I am affecting him. And I do want to affect him. I am not still on purpose.
With him near me, touching me, and smelling him, I feel so needy. I ache for him. I want him to touch me. In my dreams, he does. In my dreams, he can’t not touch me. He can’t not give me everything I ask for.
All I ask for is all of him.
Lisa Gray 