mmm... 3am  

funinthearticsun 42M/41F
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6/5/2005 7:02 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

mmm... 3am


It's 3 am my mind racing a hundred and one miles an hour. I look over only to see the freshly indented skin around her neck pucker with redness. Then I look down the rope still in my hands marks around my wrist looking much like the ones on my toys neck. She glistens with the sweat that ran over every square inch of my body. The intense moments before the earth touched the sky, into the white existence of bliss. She pops up in a playful way and says "did you like that daddy?" "I wanted to be your special little girl." "Yes my precious you were great" ,I notice her pig tails one clumbsly falling across her eye." " Do you still like this game,Daddy?" What's not to love about your wife wanting to be everything you have desired to do only knew it was wrong in some sick twisted way, I thought to myself. "I love you honey, you will always be daddy's little girl."

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