“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.” – Frida Kahlo.
black and white
My Daddy tells the best, sweetest, blushiest bedtime stories.
He knows that defiance is just the most honest, most precious manifestation of fear.
At first, she protested, insisted she couldn’t. It was too stringent, too uncomfortable. It was cruel and unusual. But once the gag – however ineffective – went on, she already felt herself start to fall asleep.
My second-favorite bunny.
Sometimes, he just needs a quiet girl.
He could’ve sworn she’d planned to be a good girl that day.
But, silly Daddy, things don’t always go according to plan.
I haven’t gotten a really thorough inspection in quite a while.
Yesterday, he grabbed me a little like this and dipped me down so my head hung over the side of the bed.
I rubbed my clit while I licked and sucked his cock, letting him thrust and fuck my face as I did. He shoved so deep into my throat that his scrotum blocked my nostrils, completely cutting off my breath. When he pulled back, I coughed and sucked in air hungrily.
But I still let him keep doing it over and over.