“No panties, Kitten. Not today.”
None is always my preference.
I like to know you are bare downstairs and no matter what time of day it is, no matter what you are wearing, you only have to wiggle a bit and feel me.
Its that wetness I summon from you, doll.
I know it’s there when you think of me because I put it there on purpose.
It’s when you think about the words I write, as one more proclamation of my burning desire inside for you, foisted into the world for everyone to see how deep and dark and passionate my ache is for you.
I know what my words do to you.
Or maybe it’s my voice you get wet over.
You know that deep and raspy one; the early morning version of my voice. I get the feeling like that early morning one sends your pussy into a flood, just revisiting the sounds that were in your ear not all that long ago, when I rolled over, pulled you close, and my naked body met your naked body, and I couldn’t resist the urge to be inside you yet again.
Tap into those thoughts, Kitten.
Tap into those feelings of me inside you.
And be Good Girl because I know you listen well. Lift that skirt up for Daddy and touch her.
Now cum for me and make Daddy proud.