......that I have to follow my heart, my gut instinct with you and me. And that instinct is saying WOWWWW. This is amazing and incredible and lovely and brilliant.
Another fanbrilliantamazing weekend with my daddy.
There was sex (and lots of it - wet, hot, lustful, eyes closed, eyes open, fingers, tongues and orgasms)
There was a trip to B&Q and an ice-cream because "you've been a good girl"
There was dressing up and showing too much flesh and going out to a club night with you and with dear dear friends. There was pain and pleasure, nails raking up and down my back, the thought that I was going to pass out with the agony. There were knives, the chink of stainless steel on stainless steel as it touched my collar, your collar, the collar that I wore nearly 24/7 for a whole week and which made me so proud to be yours.
There was the police officer and comments of "interesting attire sir" as you were asked to step out of the car in your kilt and large boots! And there was me desperately trying to appear anonymous as I sat in the passenger seat wearing the smallest of cardigans, an incredibly short skirt and little else.
There was the monkey bath this morning as each scratch, scrape. graze and gouge shouted out as the hot water hit them.
There were the 'uber-doms' with their leather waiscoats and floggers hanging off belt loops.
There was love. So much love. And kindness and gentleness and understanding and care. And washing each other, and eating together, and enjoying a barbecue in the rain.
There were plans - big huge concrete future plans for us for the rest of our lives.
Above all there was you - tall and gorgeous, strong and loving, funny and relaxed. A chuckle, a wink, a hand-hold, a hug.
Thank you my daddy for showing me (as ever) to go with what feels good and to enjoy what we have because it's brilliant.
I love you xxxx
