Verge of Dirty

You know Daddy wants to fuck you. Words. Some find these words disturbing and repulsive. I think they are lovely, beautiful words. Daddy finally said these words to me last night. I get goose bumps from thinking about it. Last night Daddy’s words had more powerful over me then his hands, mouth, or cock. If he would have never touched me last night only whispering into my ear that would have been enough to bring me to orgasm. I have reservations for the first time about all this though. A few nights ago I was in a lot of emotional pain. Will I have to go through that every time Daddy and I go to a new level? Last night things were definitely at a new level. I loved the way Daddy made me lick on my own breast. It felt so good to have no reservations when he said how he would love to get a taste of my flowing juices, I just climbed onto his face letting him lick them up. He didn’t have to coerce me into it, I gave freely and it was a wonderful feeling. I am having a hard time recalling all the wonderful things that happened last night. I was so overwhelmed by all the incredible feelings. I am sleeping I must go to bed, early morning and a long day tomorrow.