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[mindlover62]

Baby trembled on her knees beside the bed, her full, heavy 38 year old breasts heaving with nervous excitement. She had never once cum from oral sex before, no matter how hard her past lovers tried. But her 64 year old Daddy knew exactly how to break her. He'd made her confess every humiliating detail when they first became intimate, his deep, commanding voice turning her on as his thick fingers teased her already dripping pussy as she told him all her deepest unfulfilled desires and needs.

"Come here, Baby," Daddy growled, lying flat on his back, his strong body ready for her. "You're going to sit that over ripe, needy pussy on Daddy's face tonight. You will ride me until you soak your Daddy completely."

"Oh Daddy... I've never been able to cum like that," she whimpered submissively, crawling to him. The age gap made her even wetter, she loved being his much younger Baby, surrendering to a man who truly was the Daddy she always thought about laying alone in bed with her fingers busy and her Kitty aching.

"I know, Baby. That's why Daddy's going to make you cum and squirt all over his face and down my throat until you can't stop feeding him Kittys love. Now straddle me. Be Daddy's good girl."

Baby swung a leg over his chest and lowered herself, her smooth, shaved pussy hovering above his mouth, juices already dripping onto his lips. "Lower, Baby. Sit that pretty pussy right on Daddy's tongue," he ordered, yanking her down by her ass.

The moment her slick, swollen lips pressed against his mouth, Baby moaned loudly. "Yes, Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy... her anxious breaths turning into gasps of anticipated pleasure. His hot tongue dragged from her tight asshole up through her dripping slit, flicking hard at her throbbing clit. She could not help herself as she started grinding harder and harder, loving how his silver beard tickled her sensitive skin.

Daddy devoured her, sucking her Kitty lips, tongue going all in, fucking deep into her clenching hole, taking her clit in his mouth sucking with powerful kisses, taking her clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. "Ride Daddy's face, Baby. Grind that juicy Kitty on me."

"Yes, Daddy! I'm riding you, I'm riding my Daddy's face!" She rocked faster, her hips moving in needy circles. The pleasure built fast and intense. "Daddy, it's so good... I'm getting so close!"

As she rode him harder, Baby reached back with one hand, her fingers wrapping around Daddy's thick, rock hard cock. It throbbed hot and heavy in her grip, veins pulsing in her tiny hand. She held on tight, stroking him slowly at first, then faster as her own pleasure mounted. "Daddy... your cock is so hard for your Baby," she gasped, squeezing him rhythmically while grinding her pussy harder on his tongue.

"That's my good girl. Hang onto Daddy's cock while you fuck his face," he growled into her pussy, the vibrations pushing her over the edge.

Baby shattered. "Daddy! I'm cumming... oh FUCK, Daddy, I'm cumming so hard on your face!" Her first oral orgasm exploded through her. She bucked wildly, squirting powerful jets directly into his open mouth and across his face, soaking his beard and cheeks. Her hand never letting go of his throbbing cock, stroking him faster through her spasms.

But Daddy didn't stop. Fingers plunged into her pussy, curling against her sweet spot as his tongue lashed her clit. "Don't stop riding, Baby. Cum again. Keep squeezing Daddy's cock."

"Yes, Daddy! I can't stop, I'm still cumming for you!" She reached back with her other hand too, now gripping his hard shaft with both, pumping him as she ground desperately on his drenched face. Another massive orgasm hit her, and squirting Kitty juice gushing out, flooding over his hair, neck, and chest. "Fuck, Daddy—your Baby is squirting everywhere while I hold your big cock!"

She became a frantic, submissive mess, bouncing on his face, hips rolling wildly, both hands working his rock hard, precum dripping throbbing cock. "Daddy—I'm hanging onto your hard cock while I drown you! I love it—I'm your squirting little cum slut!" Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, each one wetter. Her juices absolutely drenched her Daddy as she stroked him without mercy, her pussy spasming and leaking endlessly.

"Daddy, please—your Baby can't stop cumming and squirting all over you while I jerk your cock!" she screamed hoarsely, thighs clamped around his head, body shaking violently in continuous orgasmal bliss.

Daddy finally slowed, lapping gently as she collapsed forward, still weakly gripping his soaked, throbbing cock. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue.

"Good girl, Baby. You rode Daddy's face so perfectly while holding onto his cock. Now you're my perfect, dripping, squirting Baby." He stroked her back possessively. "And we're just getting started tonight."

[mindlover62]

The door slammed shut behind them, and the room ignited with raw, animalistic tension. Daddy towered over Baby, his body radiating power as he locked the door with a small grin making him appear just a bit dangerous. Baby stood there in just a tiny collar and her lace panties already soaked, chin lifted defiantly even as her thighs trembled. "Make me, Daddy," she bratty-whispered, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. "Or are you all talk tonight?"

His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing her hair and yanking her down to her knees. "Bratty little Baby thinks she can talk back?" The first heavy smack of his palm exploded across her ass, making her yelp and arch. He didn't stop, he was relentless, spanks rained down, turning her cheeks a blazing, throbbing blushing red while he held her head in place. Each impact jolted through her body, her pussy clenching and cum dripping down her thighs coating her quiveribg legs.

He dragged her by the hair to the bed and threw her onto it face-down. Thick leather cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles in seconds, chaining her spread wide and and ever so perfectly helpless, the restraints biting into her skin as she tugged and cursed under her breath. "Fuck you, Daddy—ow! That hurts, you're not playing fair"

"Watch that mouth, Baby." He stripped, revealing his body and his thick, veiny cock already leaking precum. Climbing over her, he pinned her down using his wright to hold her down, one hand wrapping around her throat while the other delivered punishing spanks to her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her skin burned, welts rising as she bucked and thrashed against the chains, moaning and taunting him between gasps. "Harder, Daddy, that all you got, bet you can't even make me cum!"

He snarled, shoving three fingers violently into her dripping cunt, stretching her impossibly while his thumb ground against her swollen clit. He finger-fucked her like a machine, wet, squelching sounds filling the room as he curled brutally against her sweet spot. Her juices squirted around his hand with every thrust. He bit down hard on her shoulder, leaving deep teeth marks, then spanked her pussy lips red and puffy until she was screaming and sobbing with overwhelming pleasure and pain.

When she was right on the edge, shaking and cursing, he yanked his fingers out and flipped her onto her back. The chains twisted, pulling her limbs tight. He straddled her chest, gripping her jaw almost hard enough to bruise. "Open that bratty fucking mouth and take all of Daddy's cock."

She glared up at him, lips pressed defiantly for a second, pure brat, before he slapped her cheek sharply. "Now." She opened wide, and he shoved his thick cock straight down her throat in one brutal motion, making her gag and choke, drool exploding from the corners of her mouth. He face-fucked her relentlessly, balls slapping her chin, tears streaming down her face as she sputtered and sucked, her tongue working desperately to take every inch. "That's it—good girl taking Daddy's cock like the good little cum slut you are. Deeper, Baby."

He pulled out glistening with her spit, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Without mercy, he moved between her spread legs, lined up, and rammed his thick cock balls-deep into her tight ass in one savage thrust. Baby screamed, back arching violently against the restraints as the burning stretch tore through her. "FUCK, Daddy—too big! You're splitting me apart, you're a...!"

He gripped her hips with bruising force, fingers digging into her skin, and pounded her ass with punishing, flesh-slapping strokes. The bed slammed against the wall. Sweat poured off his body onto hers as he assulted her ass, one hand choking her throat while the other slapped her tits hard, pinching and twisting her nipples until they were raw and swollen. Every thrust was primal, deep, grinding, his heavy cum filled balls smacking her soaked pussy. Her ass clenched around him like a vice, the sweet stretch and fullness making her eyes roll back.

"Still bratty, Baby?" He pulled out suddenly, leaving her holes gaping and leaking. Grabbing a cloth beside their bed, he quickly wiped his cock then shoved his cock back into her mouth. "Suck it again while you imagine what it just did to that perfect ass." She gagged and protested around his length, but sucked greedily, tongue swirling, spit running down her chin as he fucked her face even harder.

He flipped her again like a ragdoll, ass up high, face smashed into the mattress. The restraints held her immobile as he mounted her and drove back into her wrecked gapping ass, pounding with animal ferocity. His hand cracked across her already-blushing purple ass cheeks non-stop, the impacts echoing in through the room. He reached under her and rubbed her clit viciously, fingers pinching and slapping it while he reamed her hole. "Cum for Daddy, you little brat. Milk my cock with this greedy ass."

She exploded violently, screaming and squirting all over his thighs, her whole body convulsing and pulling desperately at the chains. The spasms sent him over the edge, he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and pumping stream after thick sticky streams of hot cum deep into her tight ass, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft with every final, brutal thrust.

Panting, covered in sweat, cum, and her juices, he finally loosened the restraints just enough to pull her against his chest. But Baby, still breathless and sore, looked up with that bratty spark in her eyes. "That all you got, Daddy? My turn to tie you up soon..."

He smirked, hand already tightening in her hair again. "Keep talking, Baby. See what happens." The night was only beginning.

[mindlover62]

The late afternoon sun poured through the wide-open double doors of Daddy's woodworking shop, the clang of distant traffic and chatter from the street just beyond making every second feel dangerously exposed. Baby's heart hammered against her ribs as she perched on the edge of her stool at Daddys bench, her short sundress already bunched up around her waist. The fear was electric—anyone could walk by, glance in, and see everything. A customer. A neighbor. A cop. The risk clawed at her throat, her thighs instinctively trying to press together.

"Daddy... the doors," she whispered, voice trembling, cheeks burning. "Someone's gonna see..."

But Daddy didn't close them. He never did when he wanted to remind her who she belonged to. His big hands gripped her knees and shoved them apart roughly, spreading her wide open on the warm leather of the stool. The cool air hit her bare, already slick pussy, making her shiver.

"Shh, Baby," he growled low, dropping to his knees between her legs like a man possessed. His massive frame filled the space, shoulders flexing under his shirt. "You begged for this. Now you're gonna take it right here where the whole fucking world can watch if they look hard enough."

His mouth descended on her without warning—hot, demanding, and merciless. No teasing licks. Daddy devoured her like a starving animal. His thick tongue plunged deep between her lips, lapping up her wetness with long, languid strokes that made her hips jerk violently. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, the wet, sounds echoing off the walls, louder than they had any right to be with the doors thrown open.

Baby's hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as terror and raw need warred inside her. "Daddy—fuck—anyone could... oh god..." A car door slammed somewhere down the block. Footsteps. Her pussy clenched hard around his invading tongue, but instead of pulling away, she ground against his face harder, shame flooding her even as her hips rolled desperately.

He ate her like he owned her—because he did. His strong jaw worked relentlessly, stubble scraping the sensitive skin of her inner thighs raw. One thick finger joined his tongue, then two, stretching her open while he sucked and slurped with filthy hunger. The wet smacking noises were humiliatingly loud. His free hand gripped her ass hard enough to bruise, yanking her tighter against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue in deep, punishing thrusts.

Every second the fear spiked higher—shadows moving near the doorway, voices carrying on the breeze—but the overwhelming pleasure overrode it. Her body betrayed her completely. She was soaked, dripping down his chin onto the workbench, her legs shaking uncontrollably around his broad shoulders.

"Please, Daddy... I'm so scared... but don't stop," she whimpered, voice cracking. Tears of overwhelming sensation pricked her eyes as another rush of slick heat flooded his mouth. Her desire had won. It always did with him.

He pulled back just long enough to look up at her, lips and chin glistening with her juices, eyes dark with dominance. "That's my good little Baby. Let them hear you cum."

Then his mouth was back on her pussy, even more aggressive, sucking her clit like he was trying to pull her very essence out through it. Baby's back arched violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her—hard, messy, and completely uncontrollable. Her thighs tightened around his head, pussy pulsing and gushing against his tongue while she shook and moaned loud enough for the whole street to potentially hear.

Daddy didn't let up until she was a trembling, dripping wreck, fear and ecstasy tangled so tightly she couldn't tell which was which anymore. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Kitty tastes so much better when you add a little excitement Baby. Daddy loves his good girl."

[mindlover62]

Babys bedroom is dark and quiet, moonlight filtering through the curtains just enough to cast soft shadows across her sleeping form. She's curled up under the thin sheet, wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and panties, completely unaware as Daddy slips silently through the door he had unlocked earlier. His eyes lock on you with that hungry, possessive gleam.

He moves like a shadow, pulling silk restraints from his pocket. With practiced care, he eases your wrists together above your head and secures them to the headboard, then slips the thick blindfold over your eyes before you can stir. You twitch in your sleep, a soft murmur escaping your lips, but it's too late. Daddy's already between your thighs, peeling your panties down and spreading your legs wide.

"Shhh, Baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your exposed Kitty. "Daddy's here."

His tongue drags slowly up your slit, savoring the taste of you as you start to wake with a gasp. He doesn't stop. Strong hands grip your hips, holding you down as he licks deeper, circling your clit with firm, wet strokes before sucking it between his lips. You squirm, tugging at the restraints, your voice breathy and confused.

"D-Daddy...? Oh fuck—"

He growls against your pussy, sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly while two thick fingers slide into your tight heat, curling just right. Your body betrays you almost immediately—hips bucking, thighs trembling around his head as your Kitty floods his mouth. He devours you through it, lapping up every drop as you explode with a choked cry, cumming hard despite the surprise, your whole body shaking.

Before you can catch your breath, Daddy flips you onto your stomach, ass up, wrists still bound above your head. He spreads your cheeks, spitting on your tight little hole before pressing the thick head of his cock against it.

"Easy, Baby. Daddy's taking this ass now."

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open with steady, unrelenting pressure. The blindfold keeps everything dark and intense. You feel every thick vein, every slow thrust as he sinks deeper into your ass, groaning at how tightly you grip him. His hands knead your cheeks, spreading you wider as he bottoms out, balls deep.

"Fuck, so tight for Daddy..."

He starts rocking, long, deliberate strokes that make your toes curl. You whimper and moan into the pillow, body adjusting to the deep invasion. The pace builds gradually—steady, controlled, letting you feel every single inch claiming you. Your breathing turns ragged, hips starting to push back despite yourself.

"Please... Daddy..."

"Beg for it, Baby. Tell Daddy what you need."

Your voice breaks as the pleasure overtakes the stretch. "Harder... please fuck my ass harder! Fill me up—"

Daddy's control snaps just enough. He grips your hips tighter and starts pounding, deep and powerful, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reaches around to rub your swollen clit, driving you toward the edge again while his cock rearranges your insides.

"Good girl. Cum on Daddy's cock while I breed this ass."

With a final, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and explodes, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you. He keeps thrusting through it, filling you until it leaks out around his shaft, marking you completely as his.

He stays buried deep, leaning down to kiss your neck, voice low and satisfied.

"That's my Baby. All mine."

[mindlover62]

Baby's mind floated in a hazy, golden afterglow, every fragmented thought saturated with him. He had ravaged her so perfectly—taken her apart with that unrelenting dominance that was uniquely Daddy, filling her completely until pleasure bordered on delirium. The way he'd pinned her down, claimed every hole with fierce, possessive thrusts, spanked her until her ass burned, bitten her thighs hard enough to leave marks that throbbed like badges of ownership... it had shattered her in the most exquisite way. She'd come undone again and again, screaming his name, sobbing with release, offering him every last drop of her surrender.

Her heart swelled until it felt too big for her chest, radiating pure, overwhelming love for her Daddy—the man who knew exactly how to break her and put her back together. Her body hummed with it too: flushed skin still tingling from his hands, her swollen, well-used Kitty and ass aching with that deep, satisfied soreness, every nerve singing his praise. Love poured out of her in waves—mind, heart, and body utterly devoted, safe, and cherished. There was no one else. There would never be anyone else.

Now their bedroom was heavy with the scent of their passion—musky sweat, a faint whiff of something from the massage oil, and the lingering sharpness of her countless releases. Moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a silvery glow over the tangled sheets. Baby lay sprawled on her stomach, limbs loose and trembling, her skin flushed a deep rose from the ravaging she had received from Daddy. Her breath came in soft, ragged whimpers, tears of overwhelming pleasure still glistening on her lashes. Every inch of her body ached in the most exquisite way: the red handprints blooming across her ass, the bite marks on her thighs, the slick warmth between her legs and the warm ache of her ass where he had claimed her again and again until she shattered completely.

Daddy knelt beside her, still radiating heat and control, though his touch had already softened. His hazel eyes, usually fierce with dominance, now brimmed with profound tenderness as he gazed down at his Baby girl. "That's my good Baby," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. "You took everything Daddy gave you so beautifully. I'm so blessed with such a perfect good girl."

He started with her hair, gently threading his fingers through the damp strands, massaging her scalp in slow, soothing circles. She sighed, melting further into the mattress. Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her skin. "Breathe for me, Baby. Deep and slow. Let it all settle."

With a gentleness that belied his strength, he rolled her onto her back, propping pillows beneath her head and knees to ease the k her wrists from earlier, then tracing the curve of her ribs and the swell of her breasts. Where his fingers found tension, he kneaded it away with firm, loving pressure, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks of her nipples until they softened under his care rather than tightening with fresh need.

"You're mine, Baby. Every trembling inch," he whispered against her collarbone, his breath hot as he kissed a trail down to the valley between her still aching breasts. He reached for the bedside table, grabbing her water bottle he had filled repeatedly with ice and cool water. Cradling her head with one hand, he brought the rim to her lips. "Drink. Small sips. Daddy's got you." She obeyed, her throat working as cool liquid soothed the rawness from all the moans and cries he'd drawn from her. A few drops escaped, trickling down her chin; he caught them with his tongue, licking slowly, sensually, savoring her.

Next came the lotion—warm and unscented, warmed between his palms first. He poured a generous amount and began at her feet, massaging the arches with deep, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl in residual pleasure. Up her calves, over the quivering muscles of her thighs, his touch both reverent and possessive. When he reached the top of her legs, still swollen and glistening from their endless bouts of passion, he was exquisitely gentle. Two fingers parted her purple lips with care, not to tease but to soothe, spreading the cooling lotion along her puffy lips and dripping wetness. "So pretty and abused by Daddy," he praised softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You came so hard for me, didn't you? Let me take care of this sweet Kitty now."

Baby whimpered, a fresh wave of tears slipping free—not from pain, but from the overwhelming safety and love flooding her heart and mind. He wiped them away with his thumbs, then gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest so her head tucked perfectly beneath his chin. His heartbeat was steady, grounding her as he rocked her slowly. One hand stroked down her back in long, hypnotic lines, while the other cupped her perfect ass, kneading the tender flesh with just enough pressure to remind her of his ownership while easing the sting.

"I love you like this," he breathed into her hair, lips brushing her ear. "All soft and open, trusting me completely. You were perfect tonight—taking my cock so deep, screaming my name, giving me every drop of your surrender. Now Daddy's going to hold you until the world feels right again." He shifted her slightly, draping one of her legs over his hip so their bodies aligned skin-to-skin, his semi-hard cock resting warmly against her thigh—not demanding, but present, a reminder of their bond.

From the night table he retrieved a soft cloth from a bowl of warm water he'd prepared earlier. With patient devotion, he cleaned her thoroughly: wiping the remnants of their passion from her inner thighs, between her cheeks, across her belly. Each pass of the cloth was accompanied by kisses—on her hip, the inside of her knee, the sensitive spot just below her navel. "My beautiful girl. So strong. So loved. So mine."

As her breathing evened out, he fed her a square of chocolate, placing it on her tongue and following it with another sip of water. His fingers never stopped moving—tracing lazy patterns on her skin, occasionally dipping lower to cup her Kitty possessively, letting the heat of his palm radiate comfort. "Tell me what you need, Baby. More water? Cuddles? Or just Daddy's voice?"

She nuzzled closer, her voice a sleepy whisper. "Just you..."

He smiled, the dominant edge returning subtly as he tightened his embrace. "That's all you'll ever get. I'm right here." For the next hour, he held her like that—whispering affirmations of his devotion and love, stroking her hair, feeding her bites of chocolate and sips of water, massaging every ache until her body hummed with contentment rather than exhaustion. When she finally drifted toward sleep, safe in the cage of his arms, he kissed her forehead one last time.

"Sleep now, my perfect Baby. Daddy's got you forever."

The night wrapped around them, intimate and complete, their connection deeper than the frenzied hours that had come before.

[the-woman-i-embrace]

It began with the way he came into my life and the certainty with which he saw me. There was no hesitation, no doubt, no insecurity. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted me.

It wasn’t spoken only through words. It lived in every action, every glance, every introduction, every touch. It was in the way he spoke about me and the way he stood beside me. For the first time, I was given something I had spent a lifetime searching for—clarity. Pure, unwavering clarity. And within that clarity, I found safety. I found trust.

Every fear I carried, he met with gentleness. He never laughed at them, not even the small ones, like my fear of mice. Instead, he treated each one as though it mattered because it mattered to me. He stepped toward them like a knight answering a call, shielding me when I needed protecting and walking beside me when I needed courage. Even when he could not fully understand my fears, he never left me alone to face them.

It was in the moments when I stumbled into one of my triggers and he paused everything else to make sure I was okay. His own emotions would wait while he wrapped me in his arms and reminded me I was safe.

And somehow, it worked both ways.

When he shared the pieces of himself that trembled beneath the surface—the fears, the wounds, the vulnerabilities he rarely showed anyone—my own fears would quiet. There was something sacred about being trusted with another person’s truth. In those moments, I could hold him the way he held me and give back the love he so freely offered.

It was in every disagreement, every misunderstanding, every difficult conversation. Not because we never struggled, but because we did.

We talked.

We listened.

We hurt.

We healed.

And somehow, every conflict became another brick laid in the foundation beneath us.

We never chose pride over each other.

We came back.

Again and again, we came back.

Not because love was easy, but because it was worth it.

Each challenge deepened our understanding. Each resolution strengthened our trust. Every time we stayed, every time we reached for one another instead of walking away, our love grew roots that stretched a little deeper.

It was the way he made me feel safe enough to be fully myself.

The messy version.

The imperfect version.

The scared version.

The growing version.

And it was the way he trusted me enough to be himself in return.

Even when vulnerability felt uncomfortable.

Even when showing his softer side felt frightening.

He opened those doors anyway because love made him brave.

It was the way he looked at me when I couldn’t see anything beautiful in myself.

The way his eyes softened when I walked into a room.

The way he made me feel adored when I was barefoot, wearing an oversized T-shirt, my hair wild and untamed, my face free of makeup and effort.

He never asked me to become something more presentable before he loved me.

He never asked me to pull myself together.

Instead, he pulled me closer.

As though I was already everything he wanted.

As though I was beautiful exactly as I was.

And in those moments, I felt cherished in a way I had never known before.

It was the way he inspired me to become more.

Not because he asked me to change, but because being loved so well made me want to grow. I admired the man he was, the strength he carried, the kindness he showed, and the courage he possessed. He made me want to heal old wounds, challenge old fears, and become the best version of myself.

What we built was never perfect.

But perfection was never the point.

What we built was real.

It was built through ordinary days and difficult nights. Through laughter and tears. Through certainty and uncertainty. Through victories and hardships. Through moments when we stood strong and moments when we leaned on one another for strength.

Together, we learned.

Together, we grew.

Together, we chose.

Every single day, we chose.

Not once.

Not occasionally.

Not only when it was easy.

Every day.

We chose to stay.

We chose to listen.

We chose to understand.

We chose to forgive.

We chose to love.

And because of that, trust became our home.

Safety became our foundation.

Love became the place we returned to, over and over again.

There is something profoundly beautiful about knowing that life will not always be easy. That there will be storms and disagreements, fears and challenges still waiting ahead.

And yet there is peace in knowing that we will face them together.

We will fight for us.

We will build together.

We will grow together.

Not because love asks nothing of us, but because we are both willing to give it everything.

And perhaps that is the most beautiful thing of all—to know that forever is not built in grand declarations, but in the quiet choice made every day to stay, to grow, and to keep pouring love into the life we are creating together.

By @the-woman-i-embrace

[mindlover62]

My precious Baby girl,

These endless days without touching you have been torture for us. The world demands so much of us, pulling us away when all I ache for is to have you back where you belong, safe in my arms, completely mine. I miss my sweet, submissive little Baby more than I can say. I miss the way your whole body softens and melts the second I touch you, how your breath catches and your eyes flutter closed because you know Daddy is going to take care of every single inch of you.

When I get you alone, I’m going to worship you the way you deserve. I’ll undress you slowly, savoring every shiver that runs through your skin as my hands claim what’s mine. Then I’ll tie your wrists and your legs wide, binding you to the bed so you’re utterly open, helpless, and dripping for me. My beautiful Baby, tied down and trembling with anticipation—nothing in this world feels as perfect as you like this.

I’ll kiss and lick and suck every sensitive spot until you’re whimpering. My lips on your neck, teeth nipping, tongue swirling around your hard nipples while my fingers tease between your thighs, spreading your slick wetness. You’ll feel so loved, so completely owned, as I worship you. The leather paddle will kiss you until you blush in rhythmic, stinging strokes—each one sending heat blooming across your skin and straight to your aching core. You’ll arch and moan for me, that sweet, desperate sound that makes Daddy so hard.

Then the edging begins. Hours of slow, relentless pleasure. My tongue dragging over your swollen 《!¡t in long, torturous strokes. Two fingers stretching and curling deep inside your tight, soaked Kitty while the smooth leather of the paddle glides teasingly over your blushing stings. I’ll bring you right to the shaking, sobbing edge again and again—watching your hips buck helplessly, your thighs quivering, your voice breaking as you beg so prettily: “Please, Daddy… please, I need to come for you.”

Every time I deny you, I’ll lean down and kiss your tears away, whispering how much I love you, how perfect you are when you surrender so completely, how your pleasure belongs to me. You’ll feel it all—the overwhelming love, the safety of being owned, the delicious torment that makes you feel more alive than anything else. My Baby girl, flushed and desperate and so beautifully mine.

And when Daddy finally allows it… when I tell you to come for me after all those hours of sweet torture… you’re going to explode in absolute bliss. Wave after crashing wave of pure ecstasy will rip through your body while I keep licking and stroking you through it, drawing every last shudder and cry from your lips. In that moment you’ll feel nothing but overwhelming love—for the way I control you, for the way I push you, for the way I cherish and ruin you all at once. Pure, soul-deep happiness. Absolute trust. The kind of release that leaves you floating, crying happy tears, whispering “I love you, Daddy” over and over while I hold you close and tell you how proud I am of my perfect Baby girl.

I live for these moments with you. For the way your love shines brightest when you’re under my hands—restrained, ravished, and completely adored.

Soon, Baby. I’m going to make time for us and remind you exactly how deeply you are loved, desired, and owned.

Be my good girl and save every drop of that sweet need for Daddy.

I love you with everything I am.

— Your Daddy 💙