[MfA] Don't Read This (Series) - Ch 1: Sleepless Aching

It’s past 9:00pm and you should be asleep. Your mind is topsy-turvy with a newfound hunger, your body screaming for something you can’t describe. “Is something wrong with me?” you wonder silently with your face buried in princess adorned pillows and the blanket halfway off your body to free the heat. You call for daddy again. His large familiar shadow appears in the doorway, and you instinctively make yourself small in the bed as he enters. “What’s wrong now, baby girl?” he asks tiredly, but will all the softness of a father’s love. “Daddy, I think I’m getting sick… my tummy is so hot” you say with unease, unsure how to explain the needy ache in your tiny fame. The weight of his body sinks the bed to one side, making you fall towards him. His presence, his scent, the way he looms over you all like gravity pulling you towards an irrevocable end. You feel your body get even warmer, not from his body heat, no… this is something else, but what. WHAT?! You let out a little whimpering sigh from all the confusing feelings as your daddy places the back of his hand across your forehead, like so many times before. “You’re warm baby, but I don’t think you have a fever.” his voice trails a bit as his hand runs over your cheeks. “Try to get some sleep. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning” but as he stands to leave you grab his hand. You don’t want him to go, but you can’t explain why you need him to stay. Silence. He squeezes your hand before taking your stuffy and tucking it in with you. You curl yourself into it like a cat, and wrap a leg over one side of the plush animal.

In the quiet dark of your room, your mind wanders to a week ago when you were playing restaurant with Daddy and your little brother. An order of “Ice Cream Pizza” was ready and you carried it over to the couch where Daddy had his legs up resting after work like always does. This time you crawled onto the ottoman, but one leg slipped between his and you landed legs straddling one his large muscular thighs. Sometimes you forget just how big Daddy is because he didn’t even budge. You reached over and tried handing him his food, but being silly he said “My arms are too tired to eat, feed it to me”. A gleeful little smile swept your face without you even noticing. You smiled so much around him, you hardly realized when it was happening anymore. Unable to reach his face, you scooted closer. Gripping his thigh with your little legs so you didn’t fall.

That’s when you felt it. A tickle? A tingle? None of those words seemed right, but it felt good. You just remember rocking back and forth on his thigh, how you’d open your hips to lean forward and then grip him again with your legs to lean back. What WAS that? Your dad happily “ate” every time you leaned forward to “feed” him. You were happy to play along. You were also distracted with this newfound pleasure that radiated through your hips and stomach every time you moved towards him. So distracted in fact, you didn’t notice that Daddy had stopped “eating” entirely and was watching you intently with a funny look on his face. When you realized it, a deep sense of shame crept into you… your cheeks flushed even more than they already were and you crawled off. Wait… did I pee? You wonder to yourself. You ran to the bathroom, pulled down your pants with your purple unicorn panties and sat quick. Nope. When you pulled them back up, your panties felt damp, like you’d been sweating. Now that you were focused on… down there, you realize the warm buzzing feeling is gone, but replacing it was a dull needy ache.

Back in your room, your topsy-turvy mind had calmed with thoughts of being in your father’s lap again. A soothing warmth reverberated into you, as you realized you were rolling your hips and gripping your stuffy with your thighs. A familiar vibration radiated into your hips with the tempo of your movement, your stomach was hot again, but deeper and with a satisfying rush of fuzzy feelings every time you squeezed. It wasn’t quite the same as with Daddy, but you knew instinctively something about “down there” was giving you these feelings. After some time exploring your new trick, you rolled over and finally started to drift to sleep. You didn’t know what any of it was, or what it meant, or how to describe it, but you felt really sure you wanted it to happen again. More importantly, you knew that next time you tickled your special place, and you wanted Daddy’s help.

LIMITS: I am just here to write fantasy for all the pervs and outlets to hopefully enjoy.