16 feet.

Long distance relationships have never been for me. I’m crawling out of my skin while I stare out the window into the dark.  16 feet....doesn’t seem like like much, but when you can see the person and not touch them, kiss them, hold them 16 feet is torture.  In the beginning we lived in different towns  and worked opposite schedules. The days without him where like going without air. I missed him terribly. At times I was lonely to the point of desperation. I was sad while I marked the days off without him. The beginning will always be some of the best and worst days of my life. Those days are behind us, or so I thought. Until I had radiation therapy, and I could not be within 16 feet of the person I love most in the world.  It was driving me crazy, and I’ll admit I lost it for a second. Looking at him from the other side of the house losing my shit I just needed to be held so bad.  He couldn’t come near me though it was two dangerous for him. There was nothing he could do but talk me down.  This is when you realize there has to be more to your relationship than sex. There has to be a strong enough bond that it  will carry you through the days apart, different towns, different schedules, and yes even radiation.  We happen to be very touchy, so I know the separation was hard on us both.  However, in that moment while I was on the verge of crazy, he was still able to comfort me. He was still able to talk to me and make me feel better. There was nothing but empty space and us.  He was still able to be my rock and I love him some much for it.  Distance isn’t anything but a temporary discomfort. What we have is much stronger than space and time.

When Daddy is away.

He can’t be with me all the time. I know that he has to work, he has to have a life too. My problem is always how much I miss him. I get to see him when I wake up, and before I go to bed. There is so much time in between. I have a habit of finding things that smell like him. I breathe him in and think about him to pass the time. My mind always wanders to us, to his voice, to his strong hands. The same thing always happens when I think about Daddy, I get incredibly excited. Being a good girl is very important too me so as a good girl I follow his rules.  If I’m turned on and he’s not home I have to take care of it.  I lick my fingers and slip them below the covers. I imagine he is there with me, I feel his breath on my skin. I think about him kissing my neck, and biting my shoulder. I can feel his hands on my hips. He kisses me and touches my face. Before I know it he has flipped me over. I imagine him sliding his thick dick inside me stretching me open.  I can feel the sweet ache. As I make small circles on my swollen clitoris, I think about him smacking my ass as he finds a sweet pounding rhythm. I can hear his voice willing me to the edge. I hear him say it the line that is always my undoing “cum for Daddy”  and that’s it I have a orgasm, not nearly as good as what he gives me, but I thank him just the same.  I snuggle in and try to get some sleep.