Filed under: The kind of stuff Sir and I talk about a lot.
little
Petitioning that this be the official uniform of little sweethearts everywhere.
Victoria’s Secret 2013
I love when he takes me by surprise and calls me “little one.”
“Don’t you ever tell me you’re calling my bluff, sweetheart.”
Turns out he wasn’t bluffing.
I’d elaborate but I’m kind of dying of blushies.
I’m proud to say I’m among the special phylum of littles known as the pillowbiters.
Sometimes I just need attention, okay?
“It’s okay to be curious, pumpkin, but daddy doesn’t think you should be looking at sites like these by yourself. You’re just too little.”
“Sorry, daddy,” she said bashfully, embarrassed that she’d been caught looking at such naughty things when he wasn’t looking.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s not mad. In fact,” he cooed, beckoning to her with a pat on his legs, “why don’t you come sit in daddy’s lap and show me what your favorites are?”
She blushed a pretty pink as she stood fidgeting to the side, looking torn between wanting to keep looking at the naughty pictures and running to hide under the bed.
“It’s alright, pumpkin. Daddy won’t bite,” he encouraged with a wink.
She smiled just a bit as she finally walked over and settled herself into his lap, feeling immediately that there was something hard in daddy’s lap that she’d never quite noticed before.
“That’s my girl. Now,” daddy said as he rested his hand high up on her thigh, “tell daddy why you liked this picture so much…”
I’m in this kind of a mood tonight.
In a perfect world, I’d just run around the house in stuff like this all the time.
Sweetheart got brave and invited a little friend over for some fun,
but the second the door swung open, she got a little bashful.
Sweetheart’s a real help in the kitchen.