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@redpandabg
If a girl were to decide to be porn and/or do the OF web, what would you say to that and how well do you think id do?
Go for it! I think youd do alright.
Dont. You wont make much, if any.
Hell yeah! Youd make a lot.
Do it! Id even support you sometimes.
You wont do well at all.
Its just a thought, but a thought id put out there.
When youre having a rough day at work and he stops in just to see you and give you a big hug. Daddy brings so much oeace to the madness and chaos i struggle with. I just wish i was going home with him.
Thank you for coming to see me. @lostnomadicman @herbookdaddy
Hey, we did it!
Best ever
Daddy: *Puts “Airplane” on because my babygirl is too young to know what it is ((💦))*
Babygirl: *Random gags when jokes hit and she’s sucking Daddy’s cock.*
She then proceeds to notice my drink is empty, gets up, makes me a new one, returns with it and immediately kneels and sucks her Daddy’s cock like it’s fucking heroin…
Whatever past lives did to build this Karma, holy fuck thank you!
@redpandabg
nother ex-feminist who has realized that she doesn't need a brain—just tits and holes
Your new items get delivered tomorrow, babygirl. Yet another step along your way.
@redpandabg
Oh my Daddy! So soon? Thank you
Who loves you, babygirl?
Daddy does
doggystyle in front of the TV, our sex tape is playing and daddy is fucking me from behind while he critiques my form in the video, telling me how to improve for next time, spanking me as he tells me to keep my eyes on the TV, watching my body being fucked 💕
@lostnomadicman how hot
Violin trilogy is complete, I need to draw them playing more instruments 🩵🌸
It’s what I was born to be
Daddys
nother ex-feminist who has realized that she doesn't need a brain—just tits and holes
Your new items get delivered tomorrow, babygirl. Yet another step along your way.
@redpandabg
Oh my Daddy! So soon? Thank you
God damn, I’m a lucky Daddy.
@redpandabg
All yours @lostnomadicman @herbookdaddy
Denying your babygirl for a number of days then giving her less than half an hour to have as many orgasms as possible. Not a bad strategy to fuck with the mind of @redpandabg
Oh my good mness Daddy
Properly dressed as i make dinner for Daddy and i @lostnomadicman @herbookdaddy
Looki at my new top! So comfirtable
God damn, I’m a lucky Daddy.
@redpandabg
I almost said "thats not me, why you so lucky?" But then i realized, that IS me. Oh jeez. Thank you Daddy @lostnomadicman @herbookdaddy
He wants to protect me and fuck me until he hurts me. He’s at peace with this contradiction.
He’s smart and kind and cares about the world.
His type is a princess who’s also his personal pornstar. He’s confident that I’m the right girl for the job.
He notices when I’m cold, when I’m quiet, when my eyes fall and the fatigue is overwhelming. He gives me his sweater and asks what’s on my mind and tells me to lay down, holds me as we rest. He notices when my pupils grow and my breathing quickens, when my hips start to sway; when I need to be used.
He knows I believe in him.
He pushes my boundaries, makes me imagine depraved scenarios that have never crossed my mind before.
He thinks about me often.
He doesn’t always have it perfectly together, but he does his best. Life is hard. We try. We figure things out together.
He’s experienced and well-traveled. He can teach me things.
He never lets me leave him without a few bruises.
He sees that I choose him. He doesn’t take that for granted.
He hurts me, marks me, makes me beg and cry. He loves it. Needs it. He understands my masochism, my cravings, in a deep way because his cravings complement mine.
He’s never more turned on than when he’s around me. He sometimes looks at me like I make him crazy. Maybe I do.
He trusts me with the important things. He tells me when he’s had a challenging day and could use support.
He’d keep me in his cellar if he could, playing with me, using me, fucking with my mind until I was more pet than person.
He laughs easily when we’re together and when we’re not, he sends me things that make him laugh.
He likes the way other men look at me, knowing they want me but can’t have me. Knowing they’ll never touch me, never control me, never see me the way he does. Knowing they can only imagine what he has.
He knows what I’ve been through and wants my life to be better. He wants me to feel better.
He cums deep inside of me and makes me clean him up with my tongue, licking up any that might have made it to the floor.
He apologizes when he’s wrong, makes changes. I do the same. We address any bumps that come up and move on.
He has a minor obsession with my brain, my body. I can feel his desire for me in his words, in the way he touches me; he makes me feel wanted and he can feel how much I want him. We don’t question where we stand with each other.
He reads everything I write. He asks me questions about my pieces. He gives me feedback and tells me his favorites.
He fantasizes about keeping me caged; brainwashed and conditioned, trained for him. Just another one of his belongings. A pretty decoration with an attentive tongue.
He fights for me in the way you fight for something precious you want to hold onto.
He knows how to touch me, how to wrap his hand around my throat in just the right way. How to make me shiver under him. How to make me ache with just the palm of his hand.
He loves the way I touch him. He cherishes it.
He knows that I’ve been hurt. He’s gentle with my wounds the way I’m gentle with his.
He understands my humor.
He’s degrading and cruel. He doesn’t let me forget that my place is on my knees at his feet.
He’s honest. He wants me to feel safe with him.
He’s possessive. He looks at me and feels, “Mine.” Feels, because it’s more instinct than conscious thought.
He likes that I’m sore for days after he uses me; the way my pussy stays warm and wet and stretches around his big cock.
He knows our connection is profound and rare.
He sometimes texts me good morning and good night just because. He makes plans that we both look forward to. He calls me baby when he’s not calling me his fucktoy.
He’s loyal in the ways that count.
He has great taste in collars (and better taste in subs).
him fucking you feral because you have been apart for a week, but it has felt like an eternity — him fucking you with all of his weight and so deep, kissing a spot inside of you that’s been ignored for so long. him spilling all of his seed inside of you, until it’s overflowing and he’s cooing at how precious you look underneath him, how well you take him
Every time, babygirl. Every. Fucking. Time.
The best, ever!
kidnapping but you keep calling it “my adoption” and making me call you Dad
@lostnomadicman @herbookdaddy
Effectively what happened…
Do it again... heehee
