Sara Jean
There is something about lying in bed and letting my mind wander that’s sweeter than molasses cookies with vanilla ice cream. It’s exciting and comforting all at once. Of course, it’s not my mind only that’s wandering, at the moment; my hands are wandering as well. My mind wanders in a lot of directions but all of them point right at Jackson, who has to be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. My hands wander in a lot of directions as well but everywhere they wander points right toward where they’ll end up; between my legs.
I can’t help myself.
Oh, I’m not some kind of sex fiend who can’t stop from touching herself. Well, I’m not that kind of person in general, anyway. Now, though, there just isn’t anything I can do to stop myself. Jackson is a Daddy and he needs a little girl. I’m a little girl and I need a Daddy. That’s a pretty damned good starting point. I’ve been looking for a Daddy for quite a while, and the need for someone I can love and who’ll be able to rein in my crazy streak drives me in ways I can’t control.
And Jackson!
I wanted him from the first time I saw him.
He arrived two weeks ago, as the friend of another Daddy in town. Thaddeus convinced him to go to a barbecue with people who belong to the DDlg community. That’s Daddy Dom/little girl. It’s kinky, sure, but it’s more than kinky only. It’s BDSM, but not with the whips and chains that the world thinks we use. Oh, I suppose some people in DDlg use whips and chains and whatever, but apart from the fun and the sex (and God, I want the sex and fun!) there is a whole lot more to it.
A Daddy is the dominant partner. The little girl is the submissive partner. A Daddy needs to take care of someone. A little girl needs to please someone. Put those two together and there’s a magical combination. There’s a lot more to it but my mind can’t focus on the non-sexual aspects right now because those wandering hands of mine have reached their destination.
As the fingers from one hand tease along my slit, the other hand uses circular motions to rub my clit. I breathe out, “Oh, Daddy!” as I envision Jackson’s face right above me and pretend it’s his hand rubbing my clit. I can see his full beard in my mind and I don’t know if there’s anything I’d rather do that run my fingers through it.
Okay, that’s bullshit. There are a million things I’d rather do. Most of them involve me touching his beard though. I could run my fingers through it while he was on top of me, beneath me, or in front of me. I would love to feel his beard scratching my belly while his mouth delivers kisses and…I gasp because that line of thinking drives me to slip a finger into my pussy.
At the club in town, where another little girl called Lyric plays, I see Daddies and little girls having so much fun all the time. I dream of having my own Daddy. Now as my fingers move, I see images of Jackson and me, sitting at one of the tables watching Lyric sing with Rory, who’s starting to become famous. Vanessa is there too, and she has to be the sultriest and sexiest little girl I’ve ever seen.
My friend Tabatha, who works at the diner with me, and I hang out at the club all the time, because she needs a Daddy, too. On Thursdays the diner closes early and she and I always head over there. She loves it, because she’s off from her day job on Thursdays. We obsess about getting a Daddy and listen to the music.
As my fingers move, I imagine Jackson there at the club with me, staring at my face as Lyric’s voice fills the air. I think of us sneaking into the bathroom and him bending me right over the counter. I imagine him in the bed with me but, for some reason, the music from the club is still strong. By this time, my fingers are thrusting pussy rapidly and forcefully into my. I moan like an absolute slut and whisper, “Yes… yes, Jackson. Fuck me! God, yes, Daddy…”
I lift my hand from my clit and use it to push down on my breast as I imagine his weight atop me and I open my mouth a little and let my tongue flick over my lips as I imagine him kissing me as he thrusts. “Daddy!” I whisper. “God Daddy!” by now, I’m fucking myself with absolute abandon, just slamming fingers into my pussy in a haphazard kind of way as I imagine both of us growing wilder and more desperate for each other.
“Daddy!” I scream.
My orgasm hits and I keep screaming, but now they are all unintelligible, and mostly moans. I can almost feel his body as he thrusts in. Rollie, Lyric and Vanessa all seem to be singing in harmony, a little girl chorus of triumph as my body explodes with pleasure and then implodes with urgent need before exploding with pleasure again. I move my fingers fast and hard, and I don’t think I have any choice in the matter, my body taking over completely.
I try to cry out, “Daddy!”
I try to cry out, “Jackson!”
I can’t. I can only cry out without anything forming any understandable word. Eventually, I can’t move anymore and I just lie there on the bed. All of my movement and jerking about has thrown the blankets off. I feel the cool breeze of the air conditioner moving over my naked body as I lie there, one hand still grasping my breast and the other hand still between my legs with my fingers buried deeply in my pussy.
Then, the doorbell rings.
I feel an explosion of absolute panic, and for some reason, the sudden change in my emotional state makes my body crazy. Another explosion of physical sensation hits me, before I can manage to pull my fingers out with a groan and rush to the front door. I look through the peephole and see it’s Jackson. I almost open the door, before I realize I’m naked as a jaybird.
“One minute!” I shout.
I run back to the bedroom and throw my robe on. Then, I splash a little water on my face. I’d rather look a lot better than I do but there’s no time. I run back to the door and open it with the best smile I can manage, although I’m breathless from all the running around.