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.