For you

Teasing the edge with my toes, I stand there admiring the horizon and taking it in. Mother Nature has a soft spot in my make up. I have a powerful grounding pull toward her. Standing there on that high cliff face and being out of my comfort zone glitters something inside of me. It’s exhilarating and I am defenceless against its pull. Teetering on the edge and wanting more I can feel the sun kissing my body and your arms harnessed tightly around my waist. I could just lean over, close my eyes, take a deep fluttery breathe and fly. Those arms would hold tight. They wouldn’t let go.
That is how I feel in this relationship. You have me. Always. Your finger pressed against my clit. It is yours
I’ve never felt it before. This safe, this loved.

I call you “daddy” sometimes when we are intimate. Something about it ignites this burn inside of me that I cannot douse. At first I would shyly say it. You would be over the top of me telling me to say it. Now when I beg to climax I ask “daddy” if I can, confidently. You like me saying it too because you have control. I feel stupid saying it out loud. I get how it sounds. Why do I like it? I do not know. I love that you’re older. I love that feeling of being younger, being submissive and being taken advantage of, lead, taught, coached and shown. That “daddy” word I guess comes from a place of comfort and love. Even now, writing it as I lay in bed i am pulsing my clit against my sheets. My sex drive is on steroids.