Don’t give me anything. I beg you. Don’t open the door so I can slip in. I know the pace I need to move to make it seem like we’re standing still. When you open […]
Tag: BDSM
Fucking Hot
The AC has been broken all weekend and it’s one-hundred and two degrees outside. She’s sitting on the recliner with her feet folded underneath her ass. Her tee-shirt is tied around her waist just under […]
Love That Makes Sense to Us
I could tell her to walk over to the bed. I could say, “take off your clothes.” I could demand she bends over and spreads her pussy. These are all things I could do and […]
Daddy Comes Into My Room as I Sleep
::Trigger Warning:: Ageplay, Daddy/daughter, taboo Note: Happy birthday to L. I hope this perfectly captures your fantasy. Laying in our mostly dark room, I hear the TV. A bit of sun creeps in through the […]
Bath Time with Dadd
::Trigger Warning:: Age play, Daddy/daughter: This writing depicts a role-play between two unrelated consenting adults From the hallway, I look through the bedroom door, past the bed, and beyond the threshold into the bathroom. I […]
Obey Me
“Obey me.” Everything else is noise. These are the only two words you need to hear. But you need to hear them even when I am not speaking. It should be almost like a tick […]
Daddy Teaching You
::Trigger Warning:: Age play: This writing describes a role play between two unrelated consenting adults. ::Trigger Warning:: “It feels good when Daddy rubs you between your legs through your panties, doesn’t it? Do you know […]
Daddy Choking You
Do you know why Daddy wraps his hand around your throat? I mean, you’re my little girl and it’s my job to protect and make sure no harm comes to you. That’s the most important […]
Stockholm Syndrome
::TRIGGER WARNING:: This writing depicts an imprisonment role play. It uses the word “rape” once. It also contains face slapping, 24/7 TPE, and other themes of general violence. If any of these things upset you […]
The Birth of Daddy Loves You
For some girls, “I love you” isn’t enough. It doesn’t satiate all her needs. It leaves an emptiness deep inside their stomachs. Maybe that emptiness is everywhere. It follows them around like Murakami’s sandstorm. I […]
