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Getting our fucks in before, you, my Daddy, leaves on some important business trip. “No more, until I get back.” Is the last thing you said to me after fucking my brains out an entire night. I’ve been left alone before, as a test. And failed miserably. Couldn’t last a whole day without fucking myself and thinking of my Daddy, and how he takes care of me.
Pouting, arms crossed, wandering around trying to think of things to occupy my time. Everything seems boring, I only eat for sustenance. The only thing I want to taste is you, Daddy. Licking my fingers clean after you give all that you have to me. “Fuck, I can’t mess this up.” I think to myself as I pace back and forth. The promises of what Daddy will give me when he’s back are too good to pass up. I’ll just have to keep myself distracted in the meantime. Continue reading “Every Daddy Needs A Sammy – Part One”