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By *C Daddy OP Man 4 days ago
Thurso / Glasgow |
This is an story I shared from earlier written from Kitten's POV.
Dear Diary,
The smell of warm scones, baked just the way Daddy knows I love, filled our little cottage today.
It wrapped around me like one of his big hugs, all safe and warm.
My tummy did little happy flips as I carefully spread the raspberry jam on each one. It felt important, like each scone was a tiny piece of my love for him.
Even the litte smudge of jam I got on my nose felt special, because I know Daddy thinks those little things are cute!
(It made a warm feeling bloom right in my chest)
Mr. Moo, my stuffy highland cow from that wonderful day in Inverness when we first met Lily, sat right beside me, watching me with his button eyes.
I told him they were all finished, holding up the scone, my heart doing a little flutter, hoping Daddy would be pleased. I explained that one was for him, and one was for me, and Mr. Moo could have a tiny lick of mine.
Oh, I WISH Daddy would lick mine, hehe.
Daddy's chuckle went right through me, his lovely, deep sound that I always want to hear.
Then he leaned down, his beard soft against my cheek, and his closeness always makes a special feeling bubble up inside.
He said they looked absolutely delicious, Kitten, and thanked me so much.
The way his thumb gently wiped the jam from my nose wasn't just cleaning; it felt like a little secret touch, a tiny spark that made a deeper wanting curl inside me. He murmured that I was such a sweetheart.
My eyes felt sparkly, not just from being happy, but with a deeper wish for more of his attention.
I asked if we could have milk in our animal cups. It's silly, I know, but drinking from those little cups with him makes me feel so small and completely looked after. It's funny, even though I feel so little and happy right now, there's still this grown-up feeling mixed in, a secret flutter in my tummy whenever he's near.
I watched Daddy as he moved around, admiration filling me up. I made sure Mr. Moo was sitting just right, so my fluffy friend could be part of our special time too.
Later, snuggled next to Daddy under the soft blanket on the sofa, it felt so peaceful and happy. But underneath that, there was still this little hum of wanting to be even closer to him.
The birdsong on the telly was nice, but the real music was just being near him. His breathing, the beating of his heart, slow, steady, dependable...
Even though Mr. Moo was on my lap, all soft and comforting, he couldn't fill that space that only Daddy can.
Then, it was like something just pulled me closer. Without even thinking about it, I curled up onto Daddy's lap, needing to be held properly. The feel of his strong legs under me felt safe, but it also sent a little shiver of something else through me.
And then when his arms wrapped around me... it felt like coming home, the safest place in the world!
But then I became really aware of how close he was, and a different kind of warmth started to spread inside me. It wasn't just from his body; it felt like it was going right into my heart, making me feel all soft and heavy.
It's strange how Daddy does that – makes me feel so little and safe, but also…something more.
My little hand, resting on his leg, suddenly felt everything – the way his muscles moved a tiny bit, the firmness under his jeans. A different kind of tight feeling started in my tummy, a mix of being excited and wanting something I can't quite name.
A heat went all through me, and a little bit of dampness started between my legs, just from being so close and thinking things I shouldn't.
He just seems to blur the lines without even trying, his strong, caring way making me feel both innocent and…not so innocent all at once.
I snuggled in deeper, breathing in his smell – that familiar scent that always makes my heart ache a little, but now it had a different edge to it, making my heart beat faster. Mr. Moo felt soft, but all I could focus on was Daddy. It felt like there was this unspoken feeling between us, just from being so close.
My head against him, I felt all these things mixed together – the innocent love I have for him, but also this powerful, fluttery wanting that makes me feel a little bit dizzy. It's like our bodies were talking without saying any words.
I started to feel sleepy, and my hand stayed on his leg, like a silent way of saying I didn't want to let go. Being lifted into his arms felt like a dream, that special thing he does that makes me feel so tiny and precious.
Tucked into bed, with Mr. Moo beside me, I felt Daddy's soft kiss on my forehead. He murmured to sleep tight, his precious Babygirl, and that he loved me more than words could say. Each word felt like a little treasure, making my love for him, and that other feeling, grow even bigger.
After Daddy's footsteps faded away, I felt a restless kind of energy. The warmth of his touch and the feeling of him being so close left me feeling both safe and…a little bit strange. That wanting feeling from the sofa was still there, a little niggle that wouldn't go away.
I moved a little in bed, Mr. Moo beside me. A secret little smile touched my lips as an idea popped into my head, a private way to explore the feelings Daddy had made inside me. It was like trying to hold onto that special tension, a secret little dance just for me.
My hand, just a little bit at first, slipped under the soft blanket. The feeling of my own skin made a little shiver go all through me. A soft sigh escaping my lips as I started to touch myself, the gentle rubbing making a lovely kind of pressure build up. My breath caught in my throat as the feeling got stronger, and I thought of Daddy's touch and those secret thoughts of being close to him, making the heat grow. Oh Daddy!
The little movements got faster, and my body arched a tiny bit against the sheets. A quiet little moan came out without any sound. The feeling got tighter and tighter, like a little knot of pure sensation. Then, all of a sudden, it was like a wave washed over me, my muscles squeezing and letting go in little shakes.
A soft gasp, but still no sound.
And then there was this delicate, sweet smell, just mine, under the covers...
Afterwards, it was all still and peaceful, a warm, sleepy feeling all through me. My heart was still beating a little fast, and my skin felt a bit flushed. It was a secret, powerful feeling, like I had claimed that wanting for myself, leaving me feeling both satisfied and still…missing him.
It was my own little secret way of holding onto that special feeling of being close to Daddy, just for a little while longer.
And then, I heard his soft footsteps coming back.
When he came into the room, I saw a tiny change in his face, a little flicker in his eyes like he knew something. He thought I was sleeping hehe.
He stopped for just a second, taking a tiny breath, like he could smell my sweet scent in the air...
His voice was still soft and gentle as he said he'd see me and Mr. Moo in the morning, looking at me with such love.
He settled down beside me, and that unspoken knowing hung in the quiet room we designed together. As I drifted off to sleep, it was with the warm feeling of our time together, the secret happiness of my own release, and the quiet knowing presence of Daddy right beside me that filled my dreams.
He just has this way of making all the different parts of me feel loved, and I love him so, so much.
Goodnight Diary.
K x
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