Today, I spent the afternoon tending to the garden, feeling the sun warm my skin as I planted new flowers. There’s something so peaceful about the dirt under my nails and the way the earth smells after a light rain. Later, I found myself lost in thought, sketching by the old oak tree—my favorite spot to daydream. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to the way Daddy’s hands feel when they’re not just holding me but exploring every inch of my body. The memory of his fingers tracing my curves, his mouth claiming mine, sent a shiver down my spine. Even the simplest moments with him turn into something so intense, so forbidden... and I can’t deny how much I crave it.