My time

You know how when you’re young and you get your first orgasm, its intense, like a lighting bolt through your entire body orgasm? Well, I have came a lot in my forty years, not once had I ever felt like “my water broke” during one. Not kidding you, I had the BIGGEST Craziest orgasm ever in my life. Not kidding, I squirt so much it literally felt like “my water broke”. We both stopped and had to take in what just occurred, then realizing it we both starting laughing. This wasn’t an embarrassment laugh, or a judgement laugh, just a laugh of “holy fuck that just happened”. 

Even with that little break, we kept going, over and over he made me orgasm like I’ve never thought possible. Our sex wasn’t forced, or awkward, unless you talked about the “do I have something on my face” followed by a queef. We literally had the best time, sexually, mentally, definitely physically. 

Today is Thanksgiving, I woke up next to him and snuck out of bed just be there, in the nowhere of Texas taking it all in before I leave. I sit on the front porch just listening at the birds, bugs, and nature around me. I needed peace in my life, no drama, no lies, no manipulation, no arguing, or fighting. Just blissfully unaware that today is the day I dreaded before I met “Daddy”. 

Today though, I feel like I got ran over by a truck, a few times. I guess you can say it’s been a LONG damn time since I’ve been sexually satisfied by a real man. Second night with daddy didn’t disappoint, another extremely satisfying night. For some reason I kept bringing up my son, family, my emotions are building up. I woke up and snuck out of his house like an ashamed prostitute. I’m not, just uneasy, wasn’t feeling safe there today. Could just be my emotions getting the best of me after Thanksgiving was treated as just another day.