My Viking

8/26 Viking the way you talk to me. It makes me insatiable for you. The way you love me, makes me addicted to you. The way you are is all that I need. All that I ache for. Who knew, so many years ago, that we’d end up as lovers, who wish we could be more. Still what time we get is precious to me.
I am going to need every last bit of that message of blissful torment please daddy. I wonder if you can make me squirt. I never have. I’ve come close. If I reach that same threshold I will not make you stop. I’ve waited too long to have it. To see if I could. I want to have it with you.
8/27 Viking, I’ve rarely allowed myself to be vulnerable with another person, and it’s usually ended up badly. The fact that I read what I write you and call myself a dumbass, then correct myself because, “ no it’s daddy, it’s fine” is a huge deal to me. I miss you. I need you see you again. My blood is calling your name. It sings in my veins every time you’re near, giving me my dopamine hit. Soothing me like only you can. My neck needs your mouth. As do my nipples, and clit. My whole body is fidgety trying to wait to get to you. I need to cum again Viking. I want you. I want to taste us on my tongue after you have spent yourself in me. Given me every last drop of your seed. You know it belongs in me. It’s mine. All of it. I treasure every drop. The way it feels as you pour it into me. The way your face contorts with the primal bliss. You look like a warrior fighting, who has just struck the killing blow, now the fight is over. You bury your sword in me, as you bury your face in my neck. I hold you for a fleeting moment. Absorb your smell. Relish the feeling of your body on mine. Pressing into me. Giving me a safe and peaceful feeling, that ends much too soon. I love you my Viking. In our way, in my heart, you’re mine forever, and I am forever yours.
 
8/29 There isn’t a soul on this mortal plane that will stop me from loving you Viking. Not. One. My heart is a bit bruised. I understand.
I dreamt of you last night. It was weird, but my dreams always are weird. There’s no making sense of it. I just know you were there. He was there. We still made it through it together. How strange the reflection is looking how and how things happened.
I love you more than my words can express. Húsbóndi in this life. Husband in the next. We belong together. I belong to you. Body and soul.
 
I need my Viking. I need his dominance. It makes me feel safe and content. It lets me blossom only for him. I need the way he moves my body. The way his presence commands all of my attention, just by being near me. The way he understands what I need, and is happy to let me have my proclivities. Never thinking they are too strange, no matter how many senses I desire to explore the various parts of his body with. He’s never told me I couldn’t. He’s only encouraged me to pet, smell, kiss, lick, rub my face and anything else I want on any part of him I want. As much as I want. I love you Viking. I need you daddy.
 
8/30 My Viking— I just want you to know that I will love you to the end of time. I will be glad when the storm is over. My Viking can sail any storm though, and make it back to me. Húsbóndi I am yours as much as you are mine. For as long as you wish me to be.
 
8/30 The storm is raging. My Viking is fighting. I know I will have you again. You said so. The storm will pass, but in the meantime I am hating every moment apart. I think it is a long weekend as well, so it may be even longer than usual with the holiday. I am trying so hard to keep my spirits up. I know it can’t be helped yet. So far I’m ok. No tears. I miss you like a bird misses the wind in its face when it is caged.
 
8/31 Viking I’ve had to read the message that you sent when I was frustrated and I asked you to make me drop and duck your cock. “I would love to but I wouldn’t make you drop
I would grab your hair and slowly push you to the floor while you keep complete eye contact and then slowly make you open your mouth and then slide it into your mouth. Then I would caress your cheeks as you suck my cock and say that’s a good girl for daddy”
I hope you don’t mind me quoting you. It still gets me out of my head when my feelings get to be too much. I can breathe and imagine that all I have to do is focus on you. On what you say. Focus on your taste. Your smell. Your delicious textures. I revel in your strength. I crave you. I crave your dominance like I crave air. I need your touch to clam the flames that are always just under the surface of my skin. You are like a cool, quenching, powerful waterfall to my fiery, volcanic soul. I’ve never been able to be tamed except by you. I’ve never felt like this for anyone except you Viking.
My Viking..my húsbóndi..I am thinking about our first time. The first kiss. Our first time exploring each other. The way my heart was beating out of my chest the whole way over and the way I couldn’t wipe the dazed smile off my face the whole way back. The part where I say in a voice even I could barely hear over the blood pounding in my ears, “take what you want, daddy.” You heard it though. I was on my back so fast I couldn’t process what happened. My pants were off. Your hands were everywhere. Laying your claim, for the first time, of many times. I was flipped over..I still don’t know how. I barely feel like you touched me. You move me so quickly. So effortlessly. On my knees, pressing my shoulders down and saying “down.”
I almost thought someone was coming. You my love are powerful without even trying. You command me like no one has been able to. They say it takes a strong man to love a strong woman. In our case it takes a Viking to love a woman with a warrior’s spirit.
 
🥺The number of times I’ve listened to the recording of you telling me you love me, and how you love when I touch your beard, is probably at an embarrassingly high number at this point. It’s so soothing though. Knowing you love me just as I am. Knowing that you need me too. I just want to be held by you, daddy. I need to be wrapped securely in your arms. I need your lips against mine, kissing all the worries away. I want to be cherished by you. For a moment when I have you, I am yours, you are mine, and we get to have the parts of ourselves that we save only for each other.
9/1 Daddy I’m scared to hope. What if tomorrow comes and you don’t contact me? What if I’m alone for months again? Today was the holiday. I figured you didn’t work. I’m so nervous. I worry I’ll never have you again.
 
9/3 My Viking..I miss your kiss. I miss touching your beard. Stroking from your head to your beard and feeling the textures change under my hands. Curling my fingers into your beard. Kissing your lips. Smelling your beard, your skin. The way your scent drifts into my nose, and rubs off on my skin when we kiss, and I can keep it for a while after we’ve parted ways. How it’s not always the same smell, but it’s always intoxicating to me. My love I was worried I wouldn’t hear from you. I was so happy to see your text pop up on my phone. I went from pouty and sullen with the fire licking under my skin to cooled down in an instant just from seeing that you thought of me. I’m still antsy. I will remain so until I’m in your arms again. Until you kiss the darkness away.
 
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