Julie Morgenstern is a professional organizer and productivity expert. Title of your comment: Include your email address to get a message when this question is answered. You were late getting home. Late people always aim to arrive to the minute, leaving no room for contingency.
I was home late from work, and needed to accept the consequences I knew as soon as I saw the taillights in front of me; I was screwed. I had a very short window of time during which I could get home from work, or else I would be in a lot of trouble.
You quiver when you feel Daddy's fingers slip inside of the waistband of your sopping wet panties, feeling his hands slowly down your ass, dragging the silk over your smooth skin, feeling his mouth begin to lick and suck your ass, cleaning the juices that had smeared all over your soft round ass. Your pussy spasms as you know how happy it makes Daddy to taste your juices. Daddy's tongue is everywhere, teasing your contracting asshole as your panties stop at the top of your thigh highs, leaving your ass exposed to Daddy's wishes.
You feel that familiar feeling of your pussy clamping down and spasming as Daddy's mouth explores every inch of your ass, your hips rotating and bucking. Suddenly, the sensation is gone and you feel Daddy standing behind you, his hands stroking your hot little ass.
Daddy's other hand is firmly pressed in the center of your back, holding you still. You can't help but writhe and twist as Daddy's hand presses you against the cool hard material of the table, your hips rotating and twisting and pumping against the air, you feel your juices running down your thighs, the thighs you ache to rub together, anything to ease the want and need between your long luscious legs.
Suddenly before you can focus your over stimulated mind on the force and swiftness of the sensations, you hear that all too familiar sound of flesh upon flesh. The speed and intensity of the strikes take your breath away; you toss your head from side to side because the intensity of the sensations coursing through your sexy sweat covered body is overwhelming. You're moaning and gasping and panting like the naughty little girl you are, like the sexy juicy little slut you know pleases Daddy.
You hot little body is covered in a sheen of sweat, your juices are streaming down your legs, to your knees, your legs feel weak, your mind is spinning, you feel like you're floating, lost in sensation.
There is nothing in the world but the ache between your legs; you can understand nothing but the throbbing of your hard wet clit with each beat of your heart. Before you can even begin to catch your breath, you feel your body being spun around and pushed on the table and Daddy's hands on your juice smeared thighs pushing them wide apart.
Then, what you've been waiting for, just barely registering in your mind being bombarded with need to cum, you make out the words, "CUM for Daddy, CUM all over Daddy's hand pet. The orgasm rips through your body, muscles straining, screams of joy tear a path through your consciousness, you're lost, you're helpless, you're a slave to the intensity of the pleasure of the release, you're riding wave after wave after wave after wave after wave of ecstasy, utterly spent as the glow of cumming for Daddy radiates from every pore of your being.
After what seems like hours, your body burning with the heat of your pussy, covered in sweat, your juices pooling on the table top, soaking your hot tight asshole that Daddy loves to tease and play with, you are barely able to lift your eyelids to find Daddy's gaze locked on your, sucking and licking your delicious juices from his fingers, slurping so as not to miss a single drop of your sweet nectar.
You beam as the smile spreads across your lips, knowing you've made your Daddy happy. You take a deep breath, wondering just what Daddy has in mind for the rest of the evening. Title of your comment: Please type in the security code You may also listen to a recording of the characters. If you would like a response, enter your email address in this box: Feedback sent successfully - click here to write another.
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The whole ordeal took around two hours. And I run into issues on the other end as well: Because everyone started so late, they stayed late as well.
As a result, I ended up lingering till 6: Having engaging conversations, remembering names , being outgoing: Plus, you can forget about drinking any alcoholic beverages. The last time I accepted a glass of wine at a late-night event, I almost fell asleep in my chair. This problem extends to non-formal networking as well. A couple times, I tried asking people to do things in the morning instead. As I mentioned, my body is trained to wake up early. While early risers are probably reading this, nodding their heads, and debating becoming night owls—rest assured, there are workarounds!
His footsteps were coming down the hall, and thankfully I had already managed to undress. As I listened to him walk towards me I glanced in the mirror to my right. You are late leaving work and you're rushing to get home as you are supposed to meet Daddy there at 6 on the dot. You feel frazzled as you're running late as your boss stopped you on the way out to ask a few questions that could have easily waited until tomorrow; you need to stop and pick up your dry cleaning, you need to stop at the store and pick . Finding Home you made it to work in 12 minutes flat doesn’t mean it takes 12 minutes to get to work. Step 2: Never plan to be on time. Late people always aim to arrive to the minute, leaving.
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