Daddy's Good Girl - Blog Posts
scrolling through tumblr always makes me so needy i start humping whatever’s closest to me 🫣
wish someone would tease me a little about it
i’m being such a good girl right now and doing my grad school stuff! who’s gonna talk me through it as a reward when i’m all done?
wanna be in a cute frilly little outfit while someone controls my toy! and even be on a phone call so they can hear me whimper and whine and cry!
all i can think about is someone seeing me walk in the door and knowing i need a break from thinking. they immediately strip me and put me over their lap to spank me til i drop. then they rest my needy pussy against their leg while they cuddle me in their lap as i squirm and hump against them. tears of frustration would build in my eyes but they would coo at me and calm me down, teasing me and eventually giving me relief. afterwards they would dress me in comfy clothes and cuddle with me while we watch tv and they feed me a snack. my literal dream right now
need someone to give me an orgasm! i always squirm away from myself!
uppies! (with the intention of being as close to you as possible for at least 12 hours)
let me straddle you in a tiny micro skirt, hiding my face in your neck like i’m shy and innocent but my slutty little skirt exposes my ass and needy pussy🤭
Mariner
I fucked up. I fell, so deep that I can't seem to find a way out.
He was someone that I was seeing. We were both really similar, both really messed up. Such a peculiar liaison. I'd like to define it "a situationship".
It was like a dream. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with me. He made me feel like I was a princess or perhaps an angel, as he'd liked to call me. He left me a nectarous taste in my mouth that I can't really compare with no other man.
His touch I crave. A fire built in me and I couldn't shake it off. Like if he held me now I'd never let him go. And I'd be the first who ever did. He'd know.
He was just a man. This is a lie.
He was my kind of Alpha. A strong, tenacious, sauvage wolf. He brought me in a realm that I had never crossed before. There they fought for the things that they held dear to forget the things they feared. Perhaps that dimension was more human than this world that I was born in. I want to stay there with him. He doesn't.
Imaginably he'd have been painting my curves and my lips to pretend that I'm still there with him. He would have wanted to disappear. He knows he can't; he's immortal. Peut-être he'd want to die with me. He can't. He knows he'll die first.
I would sit in his lap and hug him to death. I'd cuddle with him to sleep and never let him go. I'd kneel between his legs and he'd braid my hair perfectly. But not as good as my mom's masterpieces. This is how we lived.
Now it's been years since I last saw him. But I love that man perhaps I'd like to meet him again and cherish him and never leave him and never fail him and to never disappear and not to die...
If just Hades could do a little miracle for me. Father could you please release me from our Hell and let me live with my man?
guy a couple decades older than me telling me im his favorite little kid as he shoves his cock in me and tells me that this is our little secret <3
i feel like piss is to vanilla men what cnc and fauxcest are to the bdsm community
i wish he would let me call him dad instead of daddy sometimes am I crazy
inm adumb little girl fordsddy icnt thinkcwithiout him iilovedsddty imnjust a dumb littkkbe whore
“little girl” 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
he wont let me call him dad instead of daddy #abuse