Introduction
Hi, visitor.
I've been a "Daddy" for a long time. Longer than I first realized.
In college, I assumed my first Daddy role, which revealed what was missing from the previous few years of my life.
Flash forward, and I spent many years in Asia, which incorporated raceplay into the dynamics.
Flash forward again, and I'm a real Daddy.
This blog may show a preference to a specific type. Due to my years living in Asia, there is some truth to that preference, but personality wins over all else. I've chased, dated, and been smitten with women from many cultural and ethnic backgrounds.
I'm here to peruse blogs and reblog. I'm here to chat. I'm here to listen. I'm here to share. I'm here to be your Daddy symbol if it grows to that.
And, yes, I said "symbol" because no one is really your Daddy until your chest is heaving against his, you're drying your tears on his shirt, and you're wrapped in his arms all night -- and that's only on a bad day. A worthy Daddy will make it his mission to see that you grow into an amazing woman who achieves any of the goals you dreamily dare to whisper while laying your head against his chest and getting lost in his heartbeat.
Feel free to say hi.
