I am missing him already. The workday is done, and I’m home. Memories of last night are still strong.
Tonight I cannot be alone with my thoughts. There will be people here. How strange that when I am missing him and alone it is depressing. When I want to relive every moment of him using me as the Toy I long to be I just want to be alone with those memories.
I sit here and I’m winding down and wondering where he is and what he is doing.
The light headed high that carried me through the day has slightly faded and sadness settles in once again.
Missing Daddy so much. He is my drug. He is my addiction. There is never enough of him for me.
Others grow weary of his touch and attention but I yearn for it.
Every second of every day!