Celestial_Firefalls
Virgin
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2024
- Posts
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I wonder if this will work. I’m trying to make a diary, but publicly. My Viking..
7/10 It’s almost midnight. I’ve showered and gotten ready for bed, as usual. I’m using the restroom and I still have your/our slickness coming out.. and I’m a little tender. And I fucking love it.
7/11 I almost didn’t send this one. I feel like we view this day differently. I don’t compare you to him. That being said, having felt so alone for so long, managing on my own to relieve the pressure..I finally feel whole. Like someone besides me cared what was happening. Wanted to be with me when it happened. When you were determined to make me cum, even when you weren’t sure if you would cum too, being stressed about the time and such. The way you seemed to enjoy watching me come undone under your gaze. The way you are learning my body so fucking quickly. All of it made me want to make sure you came. To try harder for you. You let me have my fantasy and for a moment I was submissive. I was melted for you. So soft and all yours. So happy to beg. So happy to suck. To play with your beard. Kiss your lips. Taste our passion when they mixed.
Also the way you figure out my body..i thought I heard “there you are” and I was back under the the flood of passion with the frantic need to cum again. You are a dangerous man my Viking. I love your determination and passion. Soon I fear you will be able to play my body like a cello that only works for you.
I want to be craved. I want to be savored. I feel all that with you.
I crave your taste. Our tastes.
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1FiCwHwZEN/?mibextid=wwXIfr
lol
7/12 Im so happy you thought of me and popped in to say hi and send your love when I know you have very little alone time. Also that you remembered I write and I want to post on Lit means a lot to me. Hmmm now to think of a theme for the “My Viking” series.
Mmm daddy..I crave you. My ass needs to be fucked. Press in slow on my tight hole.Let it give for you…I’ll breathe slowly. Deeply. Once you’re fully in I’ll start playing with my pussy and getting her all wet..Until I fuck myself onto your cock. Hold my hips so tight that there’s no doubt who I belong to..tell me you own my body. That you alone can have me. Make me say I’m yours as I come apart under you, bucking like I may throw you off..hold tighter. Squeeze my neck and take me harder ..
Imagining if I had you for a week. How much love we’d make, and how little sleep.
The thought of your voice telling me to do things makes a hot flush wash over me.
I have to mind my body language at work. I start thinking of you, and I get antsy. Can’t sit still.
Thinking of your Viking name.
I miss you daddy..I want your kisses
I want to be held by you. My lips crave your skin. I want to speak my love into your soul, so that it stays with you. I still worry that I’m too much. Too intense. I don’t want to bug you. All my feelings are big. I’m just very expressive.
7/13 (technically, I’m still awake). Your pic gives me butterflies.. my heart flutters into my throat.
I know I just had you, but I need to have you again daddy.
Perfect Symphony by Ed Sheeran and Andrea Bocelli..has me thinking of dancing with you.
7/14 Rereading your messages and finding that they hit the same way it did the first time I read them. When I said you touched something inside me and it pulled me back under with a frantic need to cum again. You said “Daddy was playing with your gspot “ My panties want to take themselves off my body when you talk like you do..so decadently tantalizing.
7/15 It’s been a long day, daddy. I wish we could have met up. Life be lifeing though. I love thinking about being wrapped in your arms, my head against your chest. Stealing kisses on your neck and making my way to your lips when I can’t take it any more. I breathing in your scent, and tasting which ever part of you I’m nearest, committing it to memory. Bidding my olfactory senses to do what they do best..create a memory so engrained in my mind and soul that the mere sight of a black T-shirt will recall your arms and the way it felt when you held me.
would you ever put your cock in one hole and a toy in the other and fuck me with both at the same time?
7/18 I’m still up. I’ll go to bed soon. Thinking of being in your arms and having your lips on mine are lovely thoughts to fall asleep to. Thinking of taking you in my mouth, hearing your voice tell me I’m a good girl, makes it harder to fall asleep. Mmm but daddy I love it. Good night my Viking.
7/19 I need to touch you Viking. I need to feel your body’s textures dance across my fingertips and palms. To test the thickness of your muscles against my hands. Breathe your scent in, and be calm once again. My body is on fire. My skin feels too tight. My mood is a mixture of sadness and anxiety. Tired, yet wired, and restless. Give me your lips, Viking.
I miss your touch.
7/20 Nothing…and I mean nothing affects me the way you do. It’s unreal. It’s not logical. The way my body and heart respond to seeing you, or seeing a little blip on the screen from you, is tangible. My pulse leaps at the thought of you. It travels to my cunt and I feel it there too. I miss you my Viking.
7/10 It’s almost midnight. I’ve showered and gotten ready for bed, as usual. I’m using the restroom and I still have your/our slickness coming out.. and I’m a little tender. And I fucking love it.
7/11 I almost didn’t send this one. I feel like we view this day differently. I don’t compare you to him. That being said, having felt so alone for so long, managing on my own to relieve the pressure..I finally feel whole. Like someone besides me cared what was happening. Wanted to be with me when it happened. When you were determined to make me cum, even when you weren’t sure if you would cum too, being stressed about the time and such. The way you seemed to enjoy watching me come undone under your gaze. The way you are learning my body so fucking quickly. All of it made me want to make sure you came. To try harder for you. You let me have my fantasy and for a moment I was submissive. I was melted for you. So soft and all yours. So happy to beg. So happy to suck. To play with your beard. Kiss your lips. Taste our passion when they mixed.
Also the way you figure out my body..i thought I heard “there you are” and I was back under the the flood of passion with the frantic need to cum again. You are a dangerous man my Viking. I love your determination and passion. Soon I fear you will be able to play my body like a cello that only works for you.
I want to be craved. I want to be savored. I feel all that with you.
I crave your taste. Our tastes.
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1FiCwHwZEN/?mibextid=wwXIfr lol
7/12 Im so happy you thought of me and popped in to say hi and send your love when I know you have very little alone time. Also that you remembered I write and I want to post on Lit means a lot to me. Hmmm now to think of a theme for the “My Viking” series.
Mmm daddy..I crave you. My ass needs to be fucked. Press in slow on my tight hole.Let it give for you…I’ll breathe slowly. Deeply. Once you’re fully in I’ll start playing with my pussy and getting her all wet..Until I fuck myself onto your cock. Hold my hips so tight that there’s no doubt who I belong to..tell me you own my body. That you alone can have me. Make me say I’m yours as I come apart under you, bucking like I may throw you off..hold tighter. Squeeze my neck and take me harder .. Imagining if I had you for a week. How much love we’d make, and how little sleep. The thought of your voice telling me to do things makes a hot flush wash over me. I have to mind my body language at work. I start thinking of you, and I get antsy. Can’t sit still.
Thinking of your Viking name. I miss you daddy..I want your kisses
I want to be held by you. My lips crave your skin. I want to speak my love into your soul, so that it stays with you. I still worry that I’m too much. Too intense. I don’t want to bug you. All my feelings are big. I’m just very expressive.
7/13 (technically, I’m still awake). Your pic gives me butterflies..
my heart flutters into my throat. I know I just had you, but I need to have you again daddy. Perfect Symphony by Ed Sheeran and Andrea Bocelli..has me thinking of dancing with you. 7/14 Rereading your messages and finding that they hit the same way it did the first time I read them. When I said you touched something inside me and it pulled me back under with a frantic need to cum again. You said “Daddy was playing with your gspot “ My panties want to take themselves off my body when you talk like you do..so decadently tantalizing.
7/15 It’s been a long day, daddy. I wish we could have met up. Life be lifeing though. I love thinking about being wrapped in your arms, my head against your chest. Stealing kisses on your neck and making my way to your lips when I can’t take it any more. I breathing in your scent, and tasting which ever part of you I’m nearest, committing it to memory. Bidding my olfactory senses to do what they do best..create a memory so engrained in my mind and soul that the mere sight of a black T-shirt will recall your arms and the way it felt when you held me.
would you ever put your cock in one hole and a toy in the other and fuck me with both at the same time? 7/18 I’m still up. I’ll go to bed soon. Thinking of being in your arms and having your lips on mine are lovely thoughts to fall asleep to. Thinking of taking you in my mouth, hearing your voice tell me I’m a good girl, makes it harder to fall asleep. Mmm but daddy I love it. Good night my Viking.
7/19 I need to touch you Viking. I need to feel your body’s textures dance across my fingertips and palms. To test the thickness of your muscles against my hands. Breathe your scent in, and be calm once again. My body is on fire. My skin feels too tight. My mood is a mixture of sadness and anxiety. Tired, yet wired, and restless. Give me your lips, Viking.
I miss your touch.
7/20 Nothing…and I mean nothing affects me the way you do. It’s unreal. It’s not logical. The way my body and heart respond to seeing you, or seeing a little blip on the screen from you, is tangible. My pulse leaps at the thought of you. It travels to my cunt and I feel it there too. I miss you my Viking.
