I can feel you. It’s dark and I can’t move. I feel weighed down, but light. My eyes are closed and I can’t open them.

You are so quiet, adding to my sense of sensory deprivation.

I feel you on my shoulders, lightly brushing my neck. Are you using the feather? I move slightly, adjusting how I lie and suddenly I feel you on my stomach, brushing my back...

I’m confused and turned on. I’m so wet. You know how I always respond to Daddy’s touch.

I’m feeling like I’m soaking the sheets. I’m squirming, giggling. My nipples are SO hard.

My back is arching, leaning into you but your touch, never wavers, never deepens.

It simply shifts.

My thighs slide together because I’m dripping.

I’m so ready to cum. Take me there. Daddy. Make me cum.

Please. Now.

I wake up. Your t-shirt is twisted around my body, smelling of you.

I’ve had my very first wet dream.