Hello readers, it’s nice to see you all again. Tonight, I’m going to write about a little something that I have been trying to organise for a fair few months and let me tell you that this has been long anticipated and tantalising. I’m overly excited about it and very enthusiastic about sharing so I hope you find this experience as enthralling as I did, but first, a little background to explain the feelings behind it.
I sat up amid the swaddles of bedding and the piles of stuffies in my bed and rolled up the sleeve of my white cotton nightdress; experiencing the same tingle of fear and anticipation, before having an injection, that I have had since childhood. Hating the idea of having a piece of cold metal penetrate my skin and force its way into a vein, yet bearing the pathetic, hopeful illusions that the medicine will make me feel instantly better.
Entering the room I saw her kneeling at the foot of the bed wearing no clothes, completely exposed to me with no way of hiding her petite body. I stood at the door a while, taking in the view. Her soft, pale skin looked delicious coupled with the contrast from her tattoos. The birdcage that is missing a bird and a black rose with pocket watch detailing a specific time that is close to her heart, decorate one thigh and a Japanese Koi who splashes happily amongst the water flowers on the other. Admiring farther up, the DragonFly who points the way to her 'princess parts' almost seemed to shudder with anticipation as she watched me, hungrily gazing. Her stomach starts to show signs of the well-toned abs that she's been working so hard toward. Further, still my gaze rose, to her small pert breasts and puffy nipples, one of which adorns a purple ended bar, slightly diagonally, through it. Her strong collar bones protrude as if to frame the rest of her body and are etched with one of her favourite quotes.
We were sat there, my baby girl and I. I, sat on a chair and she, perched on my knee. There was a light breeze flowing through the open window as we both took drag after drag from the Sterling Smooth’s that we've "quit smoking". We were reminiscing about the first couple of times that I had made the trip to come and see her, the feelings, the fun and the scenes that we shared. I'm not sure what had occurred to cause it, but I could feel a patch of warmth developing on my knee. I could feel her hips beginning to rock back and forth, only slightly, but enough to recognise the needy squirming of a horny little slut. I know what happens when she's needy. I was prepared. As we finished our cigarettes she caught my eyes and fixed my gaze.