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Look, Daddy!
999 followers!
I have almost 1000 followers? How exciting! And in spite of the fact that I haven't been able to post lately because my computer kept autofilling some random ass number and then still wouldn't let me post. Even when I changed the autofill things, it still refused to stop that one damn thing. So I have sixty-something things in drafts.
But Daddy fixed it. :)
Now I just need a few hours to type the text to go with all those lovely drafts. Come on Winter Break...
Oh! And Daddy popped my "cumming in my mouth at 75mph during Road Head" cherry on the way to Chicago last weekend. Is there a shorter name for that?
The music in the couples room started ok with some grooving R&B, but then shifted quickly to Black Sabbath’s N.I.B ( I love me some Sabbath, but what fucking idiot put that on their swing club mix?) then went to Unchained Melody (great for romancing the ladies, not so great for just fucking in...
That's the first time we've gone and not been able to fuck. Thank god for morning Daddy/girl sex! :)
You’ll want to be on headphones for this one.
Hysterical Literature: Session One: Stoya
Stoya visits the studio and reads from Necrophilia Variations by Supervert.
Stoya’s thoughts on the session.
Update: Supervert’s thoughts on the session.
Update: Hello Reddit and Gawker
No way to not find this woman incredibly hot. She's smart and playful and sexy. Rawr!
There’s a video involved. I leave it up to you whether you read or watch first.
I’ve never understood vibrators. I’ve gone on record numerous times saying various versions of “I dislike them all except for Lelo’s Nea which I really only appreciate aesthetically.” I think it’s the buzzing...
Oh, Daddy's going to like this.
june and johnny
Just like us.
This photo, as well as elements of their relationship, reminds me so much of me and Daddy. We even have a photo of us that is similar.
have you heard lana del rey's song, "you can be the boss"? something tells me you might enjoy it...
Oh, yes! I love that song! :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IE3qtEZdUNU
This is not helping with my need to be fucked.
mercurycitymeltdown:
I come home from a long day at work to find you on the sofa, belly down, reading a magazine.
The dishes in the sink from breakfast and the general state of the apartment are familiar cues.
As is your state of dress; a t-shirt three times too small for you, black cotton panties and a pair of…
unexpected day off from work...
need fucking now. unf
do you like daddy fucking your cunt
I get soooo many questions like this, I have to wonder if my tumblr is unclear in some way about how I feel about my relationship with Daddy?
(Should I just go ahead and turn off Anon?)
Hey there sweetie...I don't know who your daddy is but I've to confess, I'm jealous of him, u seems to b an awesome little gurl! Just the way I like it ;]
Aw, thank you! Daddy is the best and makes it easy to be a good girl for him. He gives me lots of attention, lots of love, lots of good girl spankings and lots of Daddy cock. And sometimes I even get a little strange cock or pussy in the mix. He takes such good care of me. What more could a girl ask for? :)
Daddy and I went to Frolicon this weekend and had a great time. Last year we focused on the kink opportunities, while this year we focused on the sex things. We went to Swingers Parties, a dark room party and a masturbation party. The masturbation party was, by far, the most fun.
When we got there, we set up in the corner between two other couples. I was nervous at first and it took a bit to relax and be brave enough to take off my panties and top, leaving just my schoolgirl skirt and knee-high socks on. But Daddy knows how to help (it's what Daddies do, right?) After my first orgasm, it was on!
Each of us masturbated a bit then I sucked Daddy's cock a little. Then Daddy fucked me in front of all those people. He made me scream ridiculously loud. It was awesome!
Afterward, someone posted about us calling us "the dark-haired goth dolly girl and her penis-pierced Satyr-Daddy." How hot is that?
My girl loves cotton candy so much.
SQUEEEEEE!
Vulnerability isn’t weakness. It’s about showing me the most private pieces of yourself, and that doesn’t make you weak. You’re still as strong as you’ve ever been. To me, you’re stronger.
You protect yourself; you have to. There are people out there in the big bad world who would leap at the chance to tear you down, throw your face in the mud and make you breathe it. Who would make your life a nightmare, if they were given half the chance. So you hide your vulnerable parts away, like any sensible person would, along with your insecurities, your neurosis, and your little shames.
But you lose something, when you do that. You spend so much effort locking these things away, these things you want to have out there, because they make you you, and it’s exhausting. You’re exhausted. You’ve been hiding these things away for so long, that you aren’t even sure that you know how to find them again. You just hope you marked the spot with a twenty foot X.
It’s ok. I’ve got a treasure map. I kind find them for you, bring them out, and let you take your guard down, dissemble all those walls and just enjoy the open air for a moment. I’ll watch the door, make sure no one else comes in and sees them, I promise. It’ll just be me, me and your vulnerabilities. Your idiosyncrasies, your insecurities, and your little shames. I love your little shames.
That’s what I’m here for, after all. To make you at ease, to make you comfortable enough to bring those things bubbling back to the surface, because they’ve been submerged for so very, very long. I’m your moat, your drawbridge, your castle walls. I keep the worst out, so you can get rid of all the bullshit that you have to use to protect yourself. That’s me. That’s what I’m for.
Sir will understand why my jaw dropped when I read this.
He is good, isn’t he!
It's what Daddies do, right, Daddy?
We let you whoop ass at video games. ;)
This almost perfectly describes Daddy and me!!! :D
Thanks a lot, stupid guy. (Or: How NOT to play in a dungeon with other people.)
Here's what we did: We waited through two scenes and one couple thinking about using the space we wanted. Since we wanted to initially play against the wall, it was the only space that would work for that. Once the space was vacated, we checked it out. How near were other scenes? How much furniture would we need to move? We approached the nearest scene and checked with them to be sure our play wouldn't interfere with their about-to-begin scene. We got the go-ahead. Then we moved furniture. We chose three chairs to mark a boundary and to provide us with space to sit and place our things. We moved several additional chairs out of the way and into a space where they would be readily available for anyone who needed them. We put down a mat to play on. We played for a few minutes and were really getting into it: nice and sweaty and turned on. Laughing and happy. Here's what you did: You came up and started a scene right next to us. When I say right next to us, I mean that you were less than one foot from the edge of the mat on which we were tousling and pushing and wrestling. I had, only moments before, pushed my partner directly off the mat and into that same space. On top of that, you chose a flogging scene. I found it invasive, upsetting and distracting and couldn't relax into the play. We sat down for a minute to recoup and decide if we could continue. You were standing so close to my chair that you kept bumping me with your ass and arm while you were flogging your play partner. Never did you say excuse me or even acknowledge that we were there. We tried to pick up our play a couple of times, but it was impossible to relax into the spontaneous space we were trying to create because I had to be conscious of this other scene that was far too close. We tried to play only on one side of the mat, but again, that took out the element of spontaneity and play in which we wanted to immerse ourselves. Eventually, we had to give up. A newbie picked up our stuff and moved it aside so someone else could sit in one of our chairs (rather than the dozen other chairs available.) That, for me, was the last straw. I couldn't recover. They were new to the club and we could chalk it up to inexperience. But you're an established member of the club. At that point in the night, there were several spaces available, including one that had the EXACT SAME hanging bar set-up on the other side of the club. How could you be so inconsiderate? Thanks.
My Daddy Batman will love this!