Things I miss about my Daddy at this precise moment.  1. Greetings.  We have had so many moments of anticipation. So many times that the tension in the air mounts higher and higher as the clock ticks down the minutes before we come together. I miss that. I wish that was something I even had a clock for right now. At least before this plague I had a when date and a countdown timer in my head. I don't even have that now.  I miss you on the other side of the door and the deep breaths I would take before knocking. Before being pulled inside. There's a montage of doors and you in my mind replaying all the moments I arrived to you. To home.   2. Kisses.  Your lips are soft. That I remember. And your beard tickles. And your tongue is always happy to find mine. And when you kiss me it's as though you're saying the million things I want to hear without actually saying anything at all. Also, you always taste good. Like fruit. Like sugar. Kissing you is like falling d...

I am the luckiest Kitten in the whole world.  Because I am loved. Cherished. Appreciated. Respected. Cared for.  Sometimes these things are overwhelming.  I don't know if I ever told you this story. I probably have, but I think you'll appreciate reading it again. And it deserves to be emboldened in print anyway.  We started dating and I liked you. I liked you so much the first night. Your smell and your voice and your body. It was so intoxicating.  I started to wonder after those first few weeks how I would detox from the drug that was you if you were to decide you didn't want me anymore. I got scared. I didn't want this thing to go away.  You had me over for dinner that week. The week of my fear.  I had made this casual comment (okay it wasn't casual it was loud and passionate) about how much I liked your bathroom Duck (Her Majesty). You said I couldn't have it. I insisted I should.  Funny because that's not like me usually. Especially with stran...

I don't love being an adult.  I don't do it all that often.  Daddy says I don't have to be a big girl if I don't want to be..and most of the time I like to live in a blissful pink haze where Daddy is nice and takes care of me and I have no thoughts about anything grown up.  Daddy and I were supposed to have an amazing date yesterday. I had waited for it for awhile. We were gonna play a special game.  But then I had to make a decision.  Because lots of grown up things are happening in the world right now.  There's a special cause the world is rallying for right now. One that is very close and special to me and Daddy.  So I cancelled our date to go be a big girl for a little while. I think Daddy is proud of me. I'm proud of myself.  But now I miss him. So much. Sometimes so much it's hard to breathe. 

Daddy says I have to talk here about what I want to do in New York city.  There are so many things I want to do.  But the most important thing is Daddy.  It's funny. I live in the 2nd city. Daddy lives in the big apple. It seems like it just makes sense.  I envision New York to be a grown up version of Chicago.  Which is slightly terrifying. Not that i'm not good at Chicago. I am. I'm a good city traveler. I'm good at driving down town. I can parallel park.  I guess what 'm saying is I am very excited about the idea of seeing a city that makes me feel as little as Daddy makes me feel...And then falling in love with it because he knows how to do everything and get everywhere.  I want to see art. I'm sure New York must have some very fabulous and famous Art to nerd out about.. and I am a art history buff..maybe Daddy will take me to marvel at art.  I want to try New York pizza because truth be told..I hate Chicago deep dish.  Also hot dogs for ...

Sometimes I sit at my desk in the short quiet moments between patients and I remember.. ..I remember warm weather and the sun on my skin. No mask on my face. Just salt and sand in the air.  I remember nights where I wasn't woken up by my anxiety. Just your arms around my body. Your lips on my neck and my breasts in the darkness of our hotel room.  I remember when I used to look forward to things. I used to count my days down until I would see your face and touch your skin.  God how I miss those days.  I wish this was all just a bad dream. I wish that your lips would touch mine softly and wake me up from this restless slumber.  Never have I wished more strongly that I could be your sleeping beauty.  Because this shit sucks. 

About a week ago I bargained with Daddy for the most wonderful gift a Kitten could have during this horrible pandemic quarantine time. Web Cam Sex.  Obviously.  It was WORTH IT .....but I did promise that in exchange I would give Daddy a steamy story about our favorite subject. Sex. Of course.  Anyway- This Kitten usually pays her debts.  When its for Daddy.  And he's threatening her. Or if she knows when she doesn't he will get sad.  There's a lot of conditions. Whatever. I'm not perfect.  Not like Daddy who is perfectly perfect in every way.  *kitten swoon*  Steam Room Sophie took a deep breath and wrapped her coat around herself tightly before exiting her car and heading quickly into the spa. It was late. She had a bad habit of losing track of time at work. It was almost midnight as she stepped inside.  She felt her shoulders relax a little as the warm soothing air of the bath house wrapped over her body. She could smell the faint waf...