Daddy: Coming home to my Baby
A story written by myself, from Daddy's point of view
I placed down my bag as I usually did every day when I got home from work, and hung up my coat as I called out to my angel, “Amy, my darling I’m home.” Silence. She didn’t reply. That was unusual, there was no note on the table underneath the coat hooks to say she had left the house. I walked over to the stairs to call up in case she hadn’t heard me, “Amy?” As I called up, I saw a piece of her sexy lingerie draped over th...