And now she waits …
Please...

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@painsongs
And now she waits …
Please...
The kicky feet are always adorable. Fight me.
Well executed. Calm, precise, metronomic cadence until the very end when he picks up the pace to push her over the edge. 10/10.
Yessssss...
The iconic camdamage gifset.
*long, needful sigh*
Absolutely!!!
*pretends I’m reblogging this for fun but I’m really reblogging this because I’m super fucking paranoid*
I’m sorry, I have to reblog this I’m paranoid without doing so
Aaaa
Huh
I’m reblogging bc I can since immunity cat is here to keep me safe uwu
One I’m bored into I am paranoid as well but I feel like this is a complete bullshit
I need you.
I need you. Not in the way that you think I do though; I need you to need me. I need you to freely use me to service your needs and wants. I need you to task me with things to make your life easier. Task me with things that reflect the traditional gender roles. Task me with things that are too silly for Daddies to do. If the tasks are too hard I need you to need me to ask for Daddy help too.
I need you to use my body to service your needs. I need you to take what is yours, grunting about what a wet needy kitten I am ready to be used by you. I need you to make me blush, hide my face and whimper under you. I need you to make me vulnerable because you are my self place to let go. I need you to go hard, and then harder; make it hurt, then hold me in your warmth and love making me whole again. I need you to give me the physical release and emotional freedom to let go of all of it and leave it at your feet.
I need to be held accountable when I forget my place, or neglect my tasks. I need your guidance and rule just as much as I do your love and kindness.
Yes I'm sometimes breakable, and sometimes a hot mess but I'm your breakable hot mess and I trust you completely to always protect my heart from the outside world and from your own needs.
Signed a quiet cloudy headed Kitten🐾
@daddysparrow
This.
Off Course
I asked her if I could read to her. We sat on the couch, and she debated whether she would recline and drape her legs over my lap, or whether she would put her head in my lap. Which end of her would I get? Imagine a rich man who leaves it up to his beloved to choose whether they take the limo or the helicopter to dinner. Is she about to lounge on me? Pause her busy life and give her time to me? Heads or tails, I can’t lose either way. She decided to put her head in my lap. Despite the fact that it was a warm summer day, it was cool enough inside the house that she wanted a blanket. She curled up under the blanket, warm and comfortable. As I read to her, I played with her hair. It was long and silky. I moved it and shifted it here and there. I combed my fingers through it, and slid them across her scalp. As I read, I stroked her shoulder and her arm and her neck. Her skin was radiant and perfect. The drag of my fingers against her warm, bare skin made me think of her naked, yielding to me. Sliding a fingertip around the edge of her shirt made me want more of her. All of her. An infinite amount of her. Is it Buzz Lightyear who runs around saying “To inifinity and beyond”? That poor dweeb doesn’t know the half of it. He’s never had her head in his lap in a quiet, peaceful house. If I looked away from what I was reading, which was hard not to do, I could see her eyelids droop, close, blink open. Maybe she was sleepy. Maybe she liked the feel of my hand on her. Maybe both. I could see the tiny movement of the pulse in her neck. Her heart beating softly, so close to mine. Almost in synch with mine. Imagine all the body’s systems, all the cells, all the atoms, billions of them, not just perfectly arranged in this beautiful creature, but in just the right place and just the right time. So her heart beat, and she listened to my voice, and I read what I was supposed to read. But I wanted to veer off course. I wanted to tell her: the story is of no consequence. Tell her: time doesn’t matter. And: stay right there forever. I wanted to gently tug her clothes off, and touch ever part of her. I wanted her to forget everything except me. I wanted to be the center of her world. I wanted to be her world. There’s something so intimate about having her in my lap. It is erotic, submissive. When she turns her back to me, her cheek on my thigh. Curled into a little ball, trusting me, loving me. Just for a little while, everything makes sense, and everything is fine.
This...
Date someone you can be fucking weird as hell with who at the end of the day still wants to get naked with you.
No panties, I said
........when my words fail me let me crawl between your legs and gently spread your thighs......feel me as I move over your body, my breasts and hair dragging along your skin.........close your eyes and hear my breathing change as my lips find your cock laying against your thigh, softly kissing the tip as your hands reach for my head........as daylight desperately tries to wake us, you drift slowly into the rythem of my mouth, in and out and in and out, swirling and licking what makes you a man.........my man
“She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.”
— Francis Hardinge, A Face Like Glass (via wordsnquotes)
Until He made it so. What a gift.😌