Speaker 1: I turn over in the bed and pull the covers
up to my chair. When I hear the sound of
your car pulling into the driveway, I squared my eyes
against the sunlight and realized it's brighter than it should be.
Speaker 2: You must be getting home later than usual.
Speaker 1: I look over at the alarm clock and I'm surprised
it's almost nine. Are your king in the door here?
You walk in and set your bag and the thermos
on the table. I get up, brush my teeth and
piste before head into the kitchen that I'm off today.
We can have breakfast together before you go to bed.
I walked quietly down the hall because I want to
sneak up behind you and started you before grabbing you
into my arms and showing you just how much I
missed you last night.
Speaker 2: Went around the corner, I stopped you.
Speaker 1: Look. You look awful. I could see it on your shoulders,
the way you move. You look defeated. I hate seeing
you like this, baby, I hate that you have to
have so many days like this now. Shit, I remember
when you started this job. You were so happy. I
see you, this is what you always wanted to be,
and you'd finally made it. You wanted the excitement and
intensity of working with the sickest patience.
Speaker 2: You really wanted to help people.
Speaker 1: You used to leave for work so well put together,
ready to face anything. Your hairstywned, your makeup perfect, with
the princess badge holder that I got for you clip
to your scrubs. It was our inside joke because your
Daddy's little princess, aren't you. I loved watching the way
those scrubs will hug your ass in a way that
made me wish that you never had to walk out
that door. I always loved Joe ass and scrubs still do.
I used to brag that I was with a sexy nurse,
but as I watched you grow into your new position,
it wasn't what I thought it was. It was nothing
like what you see on TV. You are so fucking smart, baby,
You excelled and made you so much more self confident.
I fucking loved it. I loved that you were such
a fucking badass, so competent and cool under pressure.
Speaker 2: Then you would come home and melt into me.
Speaker 1: You would let go of all that fucking responsibility and
let Daddy take over his boy you.
Speaker 2: Then COVID hit and everything changed.
Speaker 1: It's kind of a little better, but not as bad
as it was during those two years. But you don't
look the same when you leave for work. You don't
have that drive and energy anymore.
Speaker 2: Now.
Speaker 1: You pull your scrubs off the dryer ten minutes before
you got to leave. You put your hair up in
the bar on the top of your head so it
don't get in the way. You don't even bother with
makeup anymore because it just gets rubbed off with your
mask anyway. That princess badge holder broke a while ago,
and you replaced it with one that has that meme
of a cartoon dumpster fire on it.
Speaker 2: I walk up behind you and.
Speaker 1: Put my arms around your waist, her baby, I say
in a way that lets you know how glad I
am that you home. You push my hands away and
tell me that you're feilthy. You had an isolation patient.
You didn't get your lunch break last night, so you
just want to bite to eat. Then you need to
get in the shower. I tell you to sit down.
I finished eating up your bagel in a toaster and
put it on the table for you with the cream
cheese while I start another one.
Speaker 2: From me.
Speaker 1: When it's ready, I said, across from you and ask
you how your night was, even though I could already
see the answer in the dark circles under your eyes.
Bad Tim finally died last night, but I couldn't give
read the attention I wanted to because we were short staffed.
I can't. My admit was septic. I was chasing this
pressure all night. We had to antibate him right before
the chance to shift. Then the day nurse was pissed
during report because I was handing him such a shit show.
At least I don't have to go back tonight, you said,
I'm sorry, baby, Just take that shower and then you
can sleep all day. I put the place in the
sink as you walk back towards the bedroom. I cleaned
up the kitchen and started a load of laundry before
heading back to the bedroom myself. There is so much
theme coming through the cracked open bathroom door. You must
be scolding your skin off in there. I close the
blackout curtains for you, then get back in the bed
so the sheets will be nice and warm. When you're ready.
He put on the tank top of panties and climb
in the bed.
Speaker 2: Next to me.
Speaker 1: The skin is all splotchy, pink and warm from the shower.
I wrap you in the blankets and pull you into
me and helen the center of your shampoo, and you're
still damp hair. On these rare days that would get
to see each other in the morning, to cuddle with
you until you fall asleep. You spoon with me, but
you are stiff in my arms. You're still holding now
all the frustration from last night. I want to fix
it for you, take all that attention away from you.
I kiss your cheek and graize my lips over the
shelley of ears. I know you tired, princess, but do
you want Daddy to make it better for you? You
turn your head toward me and look at me with
those beautiful puppy dog guys of yours feel with stress
and defeat, and you nod. I kiss between your brows. Okay,
Daddy's going to make you feel so good, baby, I promise.
I kiss your neck and you turn your head so
that I can bite the spot that I know you love.
It always gives you goosebumps all over your body when
I kiss and bite you like this. I rub my
hand down your leg and I can feel your skin prickling.
That's it, princess. You want to feel good for Daddy,
don't you. I hush you when you start to answer me.
I don't know, baby, Just let me take care of everything.
I move down your body and slip my hands up
out of your tank top. As I kiss your belly,
I cover your tits with my palms and squeeze my heart.
I will let your nipples to let them snap back
because I let go. You art your back, pushing your
tits into my palms, let me know that you want more.
I can feel the heat from your pussy against my stomach,
and I know you need a tench in there too,
but she's gonna have to wait. I want to play
with your taties first. I move, pushing your tank top
under your arm bit so that I can so that
I can suck on them. I run my tongue over
your heart nipples, over and over and over until you
can hardly stand it. Then I bite it gently with
my teeth as you moon.
Speaker 2: Mm, good girl. Tell Daddy how much you like it.
Speaker 1: I do the same to the other side, linking and
teasing and biting you, listening to all the little sounds
you make that drive me fucking crazy. You're making my
dick so fucking hard. I crawl down your body and
you instinctively spread your legs for me. You've already got
away spott on your panties. I tug just a little
watch out to wear fabric sticks to your pussy lips.
I kiss you off with the fabric and lick the wetness,
groaning as I get that first little taste to you.
I run my finger under the edge of your panties
and put them to the side so that I can
slide my tongue through the slip and lap up all
that delicious, grape y pussy is slick, freshly shaven. You
shaved for me in the shower because you wanted this.
You knew that I was going to take care of you,
because Daddy always takes good care of you. Such a
good girl for Daddy. Getting ready for my tongue. You
wanted me to lick this sweet web pussy for you,
didn't you, Dan, your baby?
Speaker 2: You know?
Speaker 1: As I pull your panties down off your legs, shoving
them in the pocket of my sweatpants for later, I
sat up between your legs, pulling them over my shoulders,
I put my mouth on you and start to eat
your pussy. You taste so fucking good on my tongue
as I'll lick you from your clean asshole, over your weay,
opening through your pink soil and lips, then up over
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you harnty barbe? Do ihm