How fictionalized shall I make this piece tonight, maybe save the romance and flowers for another time and just do a dear diary style write.

My fingers are stained with cheddar and sour cream chips, stroking the keys on this keyboard, as I interval between eating and licking my fingers, I suck each finger and close my eyes. Moaning as the taste of our combined cum still lingers on each of my fingers, my pussy sobbing wet, dripping on the chair below me. I am starved, naked and ready to be fucked again.

The cheddar flavor slides down my throat and all I can taste is how his cock was swelling in cunt, pulsating in my mouth, and stretching the universe of my ass. I am teasing my nipples as I hear him breathing softly behind me. Feeling his mouth lick and kiss my neck. The naughtiness of knowing that my cunt is dripping, that it is needy once again, that the swell of his seed twice today has done nothing to curve my hunger for him yet again.

I lick my fingers again, as his slide down cupping my breasts, and all I hear is the sound of his breathing, I shiver, blushing, eager to be bent over this table and fucked till I fall asleep and am unable to stand. I groan and spread my legs, helping him tease my clit, and am unashamed as he reads this while I type it. Unashamed as I grow hungrier for his cock. Unashamed as I pull his fingers to my mouth and swallow the sticky milk like honey from my cunt. All I can whisper is Daddy, as he grabs my hair and fucks me again,