Posted by Baby Princess on April 27, 2006 at 22:11 [64.53.190.34]
In Reply to: Re: Give Carissma a Break! posted by L.E. on April 27, 2006 at 12:00
Here's the first part of a story I wrote. Let me know if you like it and I'll post the rest. Enjoy. :-)
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Torrie Winters was not enjoying her first night as a big girl. It had been her idea to go to sleep without a diaper on, even though Daddy had been against it.
“You’re not ready, baby,” he’d told her after her bath.
Torrie was already pulling on her favorite yellow cotton pajamas. She pretended not to see the diaper and lotion that Daddy was holding. “Big girl,” she said playfully.
After five minutes of this battle, Daddy resignedly put down the diaper and lotion. But he had drawn the line at taking off the rubber sheet. “The sheet is staying, Torrie,” he told her as he tucked her in.
And now, less than two hours after Daddy had read her a story and fed her a bottle of Sleepy Juice that made her body feel hot and tingly all over, Torrie was wide awake and terrified…and desperately needing to go potty. A fierce thunderstorm raged outside her window as Torrie held her teddy bear tightly.
“Daddy,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out. Her body trembled in the big bed. Where was Daddy? Wasn’t he finished with his project yet?
A loud crack of thunder resonated. Torrie dropped her bear and pulled the blankets over her head. She curled up into a ball and began to whimper. “Daddy,” she said again.
Torrie pressed her hands between her legs and tried to hold it in. She wanted to be a big girl so badly. She began to think about her Daddy, and how safe she felt when he held her. She was starting to calm down when another round of thunder exploded outside.
“DADDY!” Torrie shrieked. Wetness gushed out of her and soaked her favorite pajamas. Her fingertips grew hot and wet as she tried – with no luck whatsoever – to stop the flow.
Daddy burst through the door and ran over to the bed. “I’m so sorry, baby, Daddy was on a phone call.” As he peeled back the covers to pull Torrie onto his lap, he felt the wet sheets.
“Oh Torrie,” he said gently.
Torrie began to sob uncontrollably. She covered her eyes with her hands, ashamed that her Daddy had found out about her accident. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said.
“Hey now,” Daddy said. He held Torrie close, smoothing her hair and rocking her gently. “It’s just an accident, baby. What happened? Did you have too much juice?”
Torrie shook her head. “I had to go potty but I got scared and then I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you,” Daddy said. “But we need to change these sheets and get you out of these wet pajamas so you don’t get a rash.”
Daddy helped Torrie out of bed. She stood shivering as Daddy changed the sheets. He put the wet sheets into the hamper and came back to Torrie. He helped her balance as he eased her out of her wet pajamas. Her naked body trembled in the cool air.
Daddy eased her onto the bed and retrieved the lotion and diaper he had put away earlier. Torrie didn’t argue this time. She rolled over and grabbed her bottle from the nightstand. She sucked on it slowly, letting the juice warm her again.
Daddy rubbed lotion into the palms of his hands. “This might feel chilly, but try to stay still,” he said.
Torrie let her Daddy rub the lotion on her special place. She arched her hips toward him. “Daddy,” she moaned. Outside the storm continued to rage, but Torrie no longer minded.
“Oh, baby,” Daddy said.
Torrie took her foot and softly rubbed it against the front of Daddy’s pants. It felt hard there. Torrie knew what that meant.
“I want my Daddy,” Torrie pleaded.
Daddy continued to massage the lotion into Torrie’s smooth sex. He slid his fingers inside her and probed her gently. Torrie writhed beneath his touch. She wanted him so badly that she began to whimper.
“Daddy’s here,” he assured her. He slid his fingers out and stood up to take off his pants and boxers. Torrie’s legs dropped apart as Daddy fell between them. He kissed her feverishly, squeezing her breasts.
“Now I’m your big girl,” Torrie whispered.
Daddy laughed softly. “Yes you are.” …
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