Yes, Daddy

Pan/Sapiosexual sub and the sexiness that makes her tingly ❤️ 💕-side blog- 18+ to view, submit, or follow. My pictures/writing are tagged #me / #mywriting .

[theclosetedsub]

Locked out..

Like Akon, but I can get in here again! though I can't message.. and since I do that a fair share I'm going to continue to use my newer tumblr for the time being.. find me at my new home over on @the-closeted-sub 😁

*toddles back over*

[indigodess]

I just wanna lick his dick vein so slowly i can feel his pulse on my tongue

[the-closeted-sub]

Hump Day 🍑

[the-closeted-sub]

[the-closeted-sub]

Mood: Make me 😋

[the-closeted-sub]

Be my Valentine. ♥️

[the-closeted-sub]

Hoppy Days 🐣 🐰

…I really couldn’t help myself. 🧀

[whatdaddyneedsrightnow]

Just a little reminder…😈

@the-closeted-sub

[the-closeted-sub]

As if I’d forget 🤤

[the-closeted-sub]

Happy PRIDE 🌈♥️⚡️

[the-closeted-sub]

Happy USA Day 🇺🇸😘

[the-closeted-sub]

Describe yourself to me.

She’d gotten the text while still rolling around in bed, one of her only days off she got to enjoy just as she pleased. It had been a meeting day— another one— that kept him away from her and their routine early morning snuggles. Quickly she replied “sports bra and shorts” knowing it wasn’t enough.

You’re going to have to do better than that, baby.

She smirked as the message came though almost as fast as she predicted. “Sorry, Daddy. Was feeling a bit cheeky.” Sending him off a picture to go with it. “Just had sex hair, wrapped in white sheets, cuddling my Daddy-pillow, grey sports bra, mint shorts that don’t quite cover my ass, just missing the red marking of your hand.”

Silence—nothing—stretched for what seemed like an eternity. She almost got nervous that she’s pushed her luck a little too far when..

Don’t move, I’ll be there as soon as I get this dick to stop talking about himself.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Daddy.”

[paolamoon1]

[the-closeted-sub]

Here I’m calm, the chaos swirling in my head has quieted.

Here I am safe, nestled into a Man I know will protect me with everything He has.

Here I can breathe new air, lighter air.

Here I can wordlessly show Him that I adore Him,

I appreciate Him,

I submit to Him,

I am His 💕

[bxbsns-deactivated20200511]

[the-closeted-sub]

Love bites—whether done by the bite of your belt, the swing of a paddle, or the sting of your hand, reminding me who I belong to, whose ass this is, whose body this is, who could make me feel like this— Only you.

[the-closeted-sub]

Though not always in the physical manifestation, His grip was constant, unyielding, the thing she came to depend on. Even when they weren’t together, He was always with her.

[the-closeted-sub]

Beaten and bruised,

Pained and used,

Every bit of me still yours.

[supremmaa-blog]

[the-closeted-sub]

We stripped clothes,

we tore down walls,

we shared thoughts, fears, desires.

We would allow one another to see all we’d hidden away from the world. Exposed, but only for each other.

[the-closeted-sub]

Climb into my lap little one— it was such a simple command, one I was all too happy to fulfill without knowing what he had planned for me. Straddling him I bent down to kiss his lips, he’d allow it, momentarily, before the space between his thumb and forefinger found my neck and pushed me back into a sitting position falling down my chest to yank at the V of my shirt pulling it down under my breast, he had taken out that next, palming me, squeezing before he’d turn his attention to my ultra sensitive nipples. Daddy— I’d whimper as his fingers would tug and twist becoming more aggressive with his moments, just how daddy knew I liked it, how I knew daddy liked it. I’d gasp when he replaced his hands with his mouth, licking and sucking the peaked buds before his teeth came down and bit at them. My head threw back, back arching as my hips uncontrollably slid over hips lap, riding him, feeling him begin to harden beneath far too much clothing for my liking. The surge of pain from my chest heated and ran through my veins like wildfire, collecting just where I was grinding over him, making me needier by the second. Daddy please— my pleading was once again ignored. I rubbed up his arms and shoulders, massaging him, taking all the contact I could get as he continued to devour me, readying me for the taking.