In Daddy’s Hands

NeuroSadist, writer, camera kook, dirty Dad type. 💧 50’s Straight Gent. Nothing happens here by accident.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

This space isn’t for everyone. DM’s open to mutuals, Anons should use a clear emoji identifier---If you’re under 18, here to sell content, or looking to antagonize with hate, stupidity or propaganda, I’m not the one, keep scrolling. No follow, no content, no age? Expect to be ignored and likely blocked.

This page isn’t one thing.

It’s a space for the curious, the needy, the wanton.

Some days, it’s Drip Tones—structured play scripts, fragments of guided scenarios, and tonal drops built around direction, pacing, and escalation. Those arrive in pieces here. Nothing complete. Just enough to register the temperature.

Other days, it’s Drip Daddy—single lines, controlled statements, reblog fuel, and the kind of NSFW that’s meant to travel. Not everything here is an invitation. Some of it is simply meant to be seen, shared, or felt in passing.

I’m the constant. Not as exposure—but as character.

I don’t perform intimacy. I design experiences around it.

If you’re here for atmosphere, you’ll find it. If you’re here to trade lines, build mutuals, or pass something along—you’re in the right place too.

Depth lives elsewhere. This is the surface tension.

Read slowly. Or don’t. Either way, you’re responsible for what you respond to.

Let's start simple. 

Touch. Just enough...nothing too extreme. Wouldn't want a girl to be too worked up too fast. 

Slow, princess. 

Feel the pulse ride through you from your fingertips to your hotspots. 

Slow. 

Let it all rise, swell and become a wave. 

Feel that? I know you do. 

Good girl. 

Take your fingertips as if they were mine. 

Just a simple graze of your hips, your ribs and run one fingertip along under your breast…to the middle of your chest. Stop…now rub gently again. 

We won't go much further than this now. I want more…

Follow me, then look for a follow to Ko-Fi if you ache for more…much more. (Link will be coming in the next couple weeks after I populate it more)

And if you're intrigued and want to follow along, feel free to look up and follow #DripDaddyConfessionals Here.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

I want her thinking harder, not smarter.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

I wonder how insecure you -truly- are under this facade. I only had to read 3/4 of the way through your pinned to get a solid grasp on who you are. How long have you been married and how many lovely children do you have? Unless, of course, the over 50 thing is just part of your shtick. Men like you, acting like you’re providing a service, you’re actually just desperate for attention from flocks of women on Tumblr because that’s your kink. Attention. You’re nameless and faceless, and you’re feeding them an idea. They don’t want you. They want the idea of you. You’re no one. Irrelevant. A vessel. You’re pathetic. And women of value, women like ME, we see that, and we laugh at men like you. Have fun with your emojis army, you absolute clown.

Well Nony, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine!

Do you feel better?

I suppose I am irrelevant. Aren’t we all, really? Blips in time. Yet, you’ve used some of your valuable time to lay waste to a clown who genuinely doesn’t give a shit…on anon.

I guess I am here for attention. I post. *gasp*

I would hope that those that come to my page want the idea of someone who seeks to know them intimately and gets into their reactions because of that targeted obsession.

That’s the point. We all follow based on our interests.

Not interested?

Move on.

Simple solution.

I’m mostly here for a little levity, deviant expression and to shit post into the void when inspiration hits, just like the mass majority of people on the tumblr.com.

We are just less angry and obnoxious about it.

I’m sure you are a woman of value. All women are of value. I’d even go so far as to say women are of more value than men, and if this anger is a projection of your anger with men, let it out, miss.

But do yourself and your heart a favor…don’t get so worked up about people on the internet. You’ll cut into the value of your life.

Carry on.

P.s. after some not so careful consideration…you have inspired me to change my intro post in the near future. Good job.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Breaks into his impression of a light bulb:

ehem…

what?

.👉🏼👈🏼.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Oh…you thought the stalking was unsettling, wait til I eat you out.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

What’s not normal about wanting her wiped out and brain drained in a puddle of bodily fluids on the floor of the kitchen before the sun comes up?

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Making them moan > hearing them moan.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

My private thoughts are usually introverted. My bad.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Do you think you’ll ever post an audio?👀🥺

I did a long time ago. 👉🏼👈🏼

But…I have plans to work on some projects that include audio. Little scenarios/stories for deviant minds. Stay tuned.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

“A treat for you” as I shove my fingers in your mouth after inspecting between your thighs.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Has a special place in my heart for you.

It’s a little dark and secluded but if you’re quiet no one will hear us.

[yaoiblackmold]

I don't have time for sex, I'm too busy running a blog that only 11 or 12 people care about

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

You’re a special kind of fucked up, aren’t you?

Cuddles?

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

There’s one tone of my voice reserved just for you. Its the one that makes you tingle.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

You just follow me for my body (of work).

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

Gets bricked when she actually takes care of herself.

[goodgirlsmindtherapist]

You feel like you’re being watched? Oh, that’s probably me.