PrincessSunnee

My universe will never be the same, I’m glad you came.

[princesssunnee]

Feel me at the depths of your despair.

Thirst for my skin while your finger tips travel on my curves.

Choose to end me but bring me back to life.

Please daddy.

[princesssunnee]

I feel myself drowning

Unable to seek help

I know it’s too late

I blissfully sunk into the cool waters

I need an escape

[princesssunnee]

You make sick.

Pop up. Talk too much.

Nigga shit.

[princesssunnee]

[princesssunnee]

I hate how I feel so much peace after hearing your voice. How my heart skips a beat when your name pops up on my phone. How the words of “ I love you” are always at the tip of my tongue. How in moments of sadness I think about how you would have protected me.

Then I think about how you hurt me.

[blackfemininityprincess]

the journey to becoming a high value, feminine, and luxurious woman of stature is worth it. Eager to continue to step in and BE the woman i am in my dreams. it’s only up from here!

[quotemadness]

“The strongest people have a past filled with chaos, heart break and disappointment.”

— r.h. Sin 

[princesssunnee]

I had a dream that we got in a really bad argument. You came and picked me up from my job and brought me to this house with an open porch. We were fine and then you started talking really disrespectful to me. We argued and you went inside the house and said you didn’t care how I got home but I need to go before your mom comes by. There was a train station and a bus station across the street that could get me home so I left. I stood there trying to figure out how to get back into the city and you came across the street with the bullshit. I said that you never spoke to me that way before and we not about to start now since we not together. You told me that I was being sensitive and it wasn’t that serious. You gripped me up and all the other people outside disappeared. You said stop pretending I’m going anywhere because you go where I go. I didn’t try to move away. We just stood there staring at each other.

[littlecuriousprincess]

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

[maarksavage]

Them lowkey shawties are the most interesting.

[princesssunnee]

You’re welcome

[princesssunnee]

Tell daddy what you want

In my mind I know this isn’t right because her heart loves another. My soul and my body cries for her while my heart searches for another. When she looks at me, I feel her peeking into my soul. I can not hide. My sex drips at the thought of her being near me. My nipples harden at her touch.

“ Tell daddy what you want.”

She whispers that in my ear and I orgasm at the thought of all the things she does. When her hands grip my throat and she chokes me while she strokes my pussy. When she makes me beg for release because she’s sucking my soul from my body.

“ Tell daddy what you want.”

She bends me over and fucks me hard. My hips tilt towards the ceiling while she grabs my hair. My pussy drips from the satisfaction of giving her pleasure. She loves it when I’m wet for daddy.

“Tell daddy what you want.”

I disobey her often. I like to be punished because that means there’s more pleasure. She takes pleasure in the pain so I’m more pleased. She bends me over her knee and rubs my ass slowly. She gives it one hard smack. My body jerks and I cry out in pain but my pussy gets wetter. She smacks my ass again and I cum instantly. My body shakes but I know there’s more punishment to come because I didn’t ask daddy if I could cum.

“ Tell daddy what you want.”

When her phone goes off then we know that’s the end of our time. Back to reality, in the daylight what we do doesn’t really exist. As she leaves she gives me a kiss. My ass sore from the pain, and my heart full from the pleasure.

[princesssunnee]

Throwback writing

[sheabutterbitch]

I can’t wait to see what I’ll be up to in six months

[prostylgel]

I love the black girl reading this.

[princesssunnee]

I can still smell her on my finger tips I can still taste her skin on my tongue I still have her sweet song of ecstasy replaying in my mind. She tells me to climb on top and just rub her shoulders, oh the games we play. Her hands grip my thighs underneath my skirt while the signs of love making show in her eyes. Her hands slip in my panties and my eyes roll on the back of my head. Soon her head is between my thighs, loving on the sweetest part of me. My back arches against my will and all control has been lost. My soul screams for daddy while my hands grip her head. I beg for release but I’m denied my freedom. My toes curl and I plead for my sentence to end, my world is quickly closing in on me as she allows me to release. She’s not done. Her fingers enter my middle while our tongues dance in the afternoon light. Trains pass overhead but nothing can drown out these sounds of pleasure. Our song. She grips my neck granting me the perfect amount of pain versus pleasure. My body is her puppet, controlled by her sex and manipulated by her touch. I find my release in her hand, my legs shaking in tired delight. My hands massage her body, miles of caramel perfection ready to be licked. My hand finds its way to her sweet spot, her voice smooth as honey. Her moans make my clit quiver. Rubbing that juicy bottom while she arches her back and give me full permission to enter her valley. Her ass jiggling in my face from each stroke, teasing me. I can’t take it much longer, I grip that ass and suck on it. She cries out on pleasure but it could be pain. I lost control of the room, I lost control of my mouth. My soul needed to love on that ass and leave it’s mark. I come back to reality to find her finished and my hand saturated with her nectar. Our eyes smile for what we’ve done. Our souls giggle at the connection we just shared. The real world surrounding us brings us back to reality but for now as I make my way home, I can still smell her on my finger tips. I can still taste her skin on my tongue. Our love song will forever play in mind, the night is still young.

[princesssunnee]

I’m starting to feel the way I never thought I’d feel.

My outsides disgust my insides while my mind ponders my next move.

I’m starting to think things I never thought I’d think.

My vision clouded by false images  of things that will never be.

My active imagination creates scenario after scenario, only to be brought back to reality.

None of this is real.

Things are what they seem.