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HetFlexK 51M
155 posts
10/22/2014 9:14 pm
been a long time, been a long time...


I wrote this post last week, before life got super busy and full. I won’t say I had absolutely no time over the last five or six days to post, I’ll just admit I lacked the energy or desire to do so when I did. My wonderful cunt and I spent nearly four nights in a row together, beginning on Thursday, and that took the majority of my time and attention right there. We had an amazing time together, and quickly grew used to not only seeing each other every night, but also waking up to each other every morning. I miss her terribly, but will see her a lot next month.

Anyways, this post was written at the beginning of last week. Maybe Tuesday?

Another long and laborious day is behind me, which means I am that many hours closer to seeing my lovely cunt again, and that honestly makes the whole thing worthwhile. Every hour I put in equals money towards paying for a new home for Daddy, once he finds one suitable for his particular tastes, needs, and desires. Right now I want the whole package; privacy, peace and quiet, close to work and/or punkin, affordable, and if I am super lucky the structure will stand alone, and share zero walls, floor, or ceiling with any other tenants. I really, really need a place I can go to escape the rest of the world, where I have control and can regulate things like temperature, lighting, and ambient noise to my liking. And if I should want total quiet, I want the closest thing to it that I can get, without having to turn on music to cover up what’s going on outside, or around me. I am happy to live in a place where I need to have a fan going to create a bit of white noise, but that’s it. No banging doors, no loud stereos, nothing that could drive me any crazier than I already am. We’ll see if I can make it happen. The search officially begins this weekend. <—(totally not true, I didn’t spend a single moment looking for a new home)

While my day was less stressful, I’d have to say punkin had one of the worst she’s had in a long time. Somehow she forgot she was working an opening shift, and wound up being very late today, where to make things worse her new boss kind of laid into her a bit, making it clear she was not pleased. The store manager seems to be very unstable and unpredictable - one moment she’s impressed with my , the next she literally tells her she can’t do a single thing right. As a Father, I feel powerless to help her, so I do what I can by offering advice and support, and an attentive ear. When I pick her up from work, she always gets the opportunity to vent any frustrations of the day, as well as fill me in on family news, and just babble in general about whatever comes to mind. I find it comforting to listen as I drive her home, or take her somewhere where Daddy will strip her naked and use her holes. When my sex-fiend used to visit me at the studio, across the street from my day job, we would usually sit on the couch and she would just talk for a while. For me, it’s the Father picking the up from school and asking her how her day was kind of attitude, and I rather enjoy it. The fact that we spend weeks apart sometimes make it difficult, but I usually have a pretty good idea of how her life has been going on a daily basis, via the text messages we share. We could pretend like Daddy had weekly “visitation rights” or something similar, and those kind of details are fun to consider I suppose, but are ultimately unimportant to what we are experiencing together. Every day that goes by, what we have is less and less about things like a plausible or believable back story, and more about the here, the now, and the genuine that we have when we are together. I am punkin’s Daddy, she is my , and there is no pretending involved. The more time we spend together, and the more we get to know each other, it’s become obvious we are related. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I sent punkin a text, telling her I sat down to write a quick post, got to talking about her, and now have something with a bit more length and substance to it to post. This is a sure sign that I am in love with someone. I get to talking/writing, and can’t seem to stop. Don’t want to anyways, which has definitely been the case lately when the subject of my beautiful and depraved has come up. What you are reading is genuine, not fluff. Knowing my sweet girl reads these posts might help me pick my words more carefully, but they don’t influence them one bit. It’s a bit of an ego stroke for both of us, actually. She likes reading about herself, and I like knowing my slut is reading my words, even when they aren’t about her (sometimes). You know, on the rare occasion these days…


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