1. Daddy Makes The Sad Go


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: bonnierabbit, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    I've had a really bad day. I don't even want to go into the details, I'd rather just forget it. I feel very upset, and I have a nasty lump in my throat that is hurting me. I go home, and message my Daddy about it. "I'll be home soon, flower," is the reply. I cry on the sofa for 30 minutes, before I hear his key in the front door. I love that sound. I look up, trying not to look too teary and puffy and disgusting for him. Daddy is wearing a dark blue suit, and he takes the jacket off and hangs it up. He pushes the sleeves of his white shirt up, so I can see the tattoos on his forearms. My Daddy is hot, and his arms are like tree trunks. Daddy's voice is deep and soft, "Come to Daddy," he says, sitting down next to me, and opening his arms wide. I throw myself into them, finally being able to release everything and bursting into tears. I cry on his broad shoulder, and he strokes my hair. He smells good. After a while, he puts his hands on either side of my head and brings me off his shoulder to look at him. He has brown eyes like a teddy bear. I climb onto him so that I'm sitting on his lap. "Oh baby girl," he says, in sympathy. He uses both his thumbs to wipe away the tears from under my eyes, but more come. He wipes every single one away with his fingers until they start to subside. "You're beautiful, even when you're sad," he says, slowly and with confidence. I smile a weak smile. "It hurts, here," I say, pointing to my throat. He kisses the lump in my throat as I lean my ...
    head back. "Tell Daddy what happened," he says. I tell him all about my day, and how it hurt me, and how bad I feel because of it. He strokes my hair and looks at my face attentively, not looking away once the entire time. "Those idiots don't know how to take care of you properly," he concludes, "Daddy does though." He scoops me up in his arms, and takes me upstairs to bed. We strip to our underwear at his command, and climb under the sheets. He spoons me, and puts his big arms around me so that I can snuggle in tight. I feel his tickley chest hair on my back. I cry softly again, feeling safe enough to let everything out. He whispers, "Ssssh, baby girl," in my ear as I fall asleep. When I wake up I'm still in the same position, and his arms are still around me. He kept me safe all night long until morning. My eyes are puffy from the crying and I still feel sad, although Daddy has taken a lot of the sad away already. "Daddy?" I say in a little voice, stretching under his arms and turning around to see if he's awake. He doesn't say anything, he just puts one hand on my head, pulling me towards him, and kisses my cheek, hard. He smiles warmly, and his eyes light up. He is so handsome. With his other hand he yanks down my knickers, and I wiggle my hips to help him get them to my knees. He still says nothing, just guides himself into me, taking me just because he feels like doing it. I've not had a chance to get wet yet as I've only been awake less than a minute and he's fucking me, ...
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