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18+ only. Happily entangled switch: spoiled princess gfd and daddy’s little girl. Mostly personal musings here, mostly reblogs at @that-girl-curates.

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Let’s sit close, get drunk, and talk about love. I want to make you laugh when your brain’s a little fuzzy. I want to kiss your lips when your eyes are smiling at me. 

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I want to take it slowly. I want to spend hours in gently building anticipation, little touches through clothing and tiny kisses between regular moments of the day. Grip the insides of my thighs and pull me closer as we snuggle fully dressed, the television burbling in the background. Brush your knuckles along the back of my neck when you pass my chair, keep reminding my skin of the way it feels when you touch elsewhere - but still don’t hurry, even when it’s too much and we fall into bed, even when I’m wriggling against you and pleading. Please don’t rush. Please. Draw your fingertips across the outside of my underwear and make patterns that are only barely there. Stop when I move too much, trying too hard to arch and push into that minute point of contact, withdrawing your hands to stroke the skin of my ribs or the sides of my hips or to move the circling to my chest, infuriatingly wonderfully firmer in your touches as you pinch and kiss me here but won’t give me that feeling any lower. Only maybe do you slip beneath the fabric, teasing along the sides of the seams and smiling at my desperation for them to be removed. And even then, why should you change your pace? Draw your hand along one thigh and across to the other, writing messages I can’t read as you coax my body into falling apart for needing you. Experiment and explore at your leisure, making lazy passes up and down and up and down but not between, whispering commentary about patience and rewards and waiting. When I jump and shift and pull against the sheets, tell me you’ll stop, that if I wanted you to continue I’d be still. Take your time to drive me utterly incoherent. And only then, only when you think I’ve waited long enough, when you’ve teased towards getting your fingers wet too many times to count and never committed to the movement, when I’ve thought you’d finally press against me only to withdraw and return to slowly stroking my legs, only then please be more direct, only then please kiss me like there might not be a tomorrow, only then make the fireworks happen between us and fill every sense with you.

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Throwback to hiding in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with nothing between me and the stars.

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When in doubt, ask yourself, “will this please her?” Go from there.

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Life is tiring. A series of physical and mental health flares have limited my ability to be quite as sexually active as I might have liked. It’s hard to take charge of someone else if you’re struggling to keep yourself upright. Thankfully those clouds seem to be lifting now.

Which is rather good news, since my sex drive has come back with enthusiasm. I want to tease him and ruin him and make him ascend to another reality, floating off on a different plane and moaning under my touches.

That sounds like a lot of fun to me.

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My darling @igetoffonyou chose the lingerie and then never got chance to appreciate it. What else is a girl to do but share photos instead?

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Another day of breaking hearts.

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I want romance. But romance like slow kisses that lead to him fucking my ass, or romance like being gagged and cuffed and forced to cum too many times, or romance like soft strokes across my skin whilst his hand is around my neck. My romantic ideals might not look like everyone else’s.

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Come to bed.

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I’d like the specific satisfaction of knowing he missed me, he wants me, he’s wriggly and aching and desperate and mine and touching himself and edging repeatedly and craving the moment I get back home and maybe give him permission, maybe deny him, but I’m there to tease him and remind him where he belongs. But I’d also quite like the reassurance of how much he missed me to look like being instructed onto the bed and told to spread my legs. Ah, switching.

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I want to give him the world. I want to be soft and compliant, whatever he wants, and when he comes home from work to be a warm and willing little toy. If he needs to take from my skin, I want that. If he needs me quiet and pliable whilst he takes what he wants, if he needs me squirming and wriggling away from things that hurt then I’m there for that too. Or if he just wants me to make him feel good, to relax whilst I do my best to please him, we can do that. I need him to hold the power and use it however he likes, whether that’s in cuddling or sending me to bed or making use of what’s his. I just want him to be happy.

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I don’t entirely love my body. But there’s something really important to me about how much time I’m spending undressed nowadays, about how it’s kind of really not such a big deal, about the increased comfort level created by being so very loved and trusting that it’s okay to be squishy and naked. I don’t know. It just feels like another wonderful thing in this latest chapter of my life, and I’m rather enjoying it.

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Someone’s getting lucky today. Hopefully it’ll be me. Oh, wait. I get to make the decisions sometimes. It’s definitely going to be me.

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Problem of the day: I want to go get acrylic nails tomorrow but if I do, I’ll be less able to do certain sex things I really rather like. Dilemma.

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I want babying. Need me some little-girl time. Don’t know if I want to do it myself, take myself out and play with bubbles in the park, or if I want to be spoiled by Daddy and make him show me pictures of puppies and feed me snacks.

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I want him between my legs. I want kisses on my thighs and his thumbs rubbing circles on the inside of my knees as he leans ever closer to where he’s meant to be. I want his palms pressed into my hips to hold me into the mattress as my legs fall open around his shoulders.

I want him to feel like he can’t breathe. I want him to think he might drown and still not pull away.

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Back thinking of this, this morning.

I want that soft kind of orgasm that happens against the warm mouth of someone who loves you. The lazily dizzying kind, the ones that come slowly and take their time and linger awhile too.

[lonely-gfd-cutie]

To my lady followers

I’m very curious, what do you like about pegging? That is, if you enjoy it I mean. Reblog or comment with your answers if you want to reply. Or just send me a message or anon.

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I like:

- it’s a thing he loves that gives him sensation like few others, and even though I like being in charge I’m also all about making him happy and bringing joy to both our lives

- he can’t really do it to himself so it’s something I’m giving him as and when I decide to

- it’s really intimate somehow and feels like a kind of trust thing, I love that he wants me to be in this secret part of his body and it’s absolutely adorable how shy he is about it sometimes

- conversely it’s also a way in which I can assert myself: physically he’s much bigger and stronger than I am, so I’d struggle to pin him or overpower him, but from inside I can completely overwhelm his senses and I could fuck him as hard as I want (within reason and safety etc!), which is very satisfying to me

- he makes the absolute best noises and I honestly live for the sounds he makes when he’s absolutely lost in the pleasure and incoherent except for focusing on being with me

- he made a comment once about ‘going to another planet’ when I’m inside him and it makes me all kinds of gleeful that that’s what I can do to him

- just because I’m fucking him doesn’t mean he’s allowed to orgasm: I can get an awful lot of joy from the secondary denial, control and teasing angles

- the cuddles afterwards, he is just the cutest and we snuggle all soft and warm and I love it

(- did I mention the noises?)