RemoteUser
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Home again, after a long day in the market and malls, a picnic in the park, and a stroll through the overgrown streets littered with old architecture shaded by towering elms. He placed the bags stuffed with purchases down by the front door to sort through later; ahead of him she skipped, her face flushed from the excitement of the day, her smile shining. "Thank you, Daddy." Her soft words were filled with an echo of the day's adventures. She spun around and ran to him, throwing her arms around him unexpectedly so that he let out a soft grunt before folding his arms around her. They stood that way, silent, intertwined, until his face turned down to meet hers uplifted. He saw the joy in her eyes and knew that it was a good day, indeed. One hand slid up her back to her hair, the long fingers weaving into her locks, and he placed a kiss upon her forehead. Her smile was infectious, and he murmured in reply, "I am glad you enjoyed our little day, love. Go relax on the couch, I've a few things to prepare in the kitchen." She nodded and giggled, one eye straying to the bags, from which a few fresh vegetables peeked. He had asked her what she wanted for supper while they were at the market, and as a reward for being a good girl he was going to make her a favourite dish. Hugging him tightly and kissing him with a flourish, she scampered off ahead down the hall. Shaking his head and chuckling, he watched her go, then turned to the bags and selected several to take to the kitchen. As he walked down the hall after her, he whispered to himself, "That girl is a bundle of energy some days!" The comment was not a complaint, quite the opposite, for the thought of her enthusiastic talk and wide smile set a peaceful, content look upon his face. He passed by her as she lay on the couch, watching cartoons, and crossed over to the kitchen, pausing in his ministrations to peek in on her. Soon a heady aroma wafted into the living room, and he heard her let out a happy sigh. * * * * * Domestic, yes; the stuff of dark bedroom erotica, no. BDSM literature? I'd say so, and while mundane, it's these little pleasures in life we should appreciate, no? (Ok, it's not for everyone, but then neither is mundane life.)
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