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rolledtrousers: Consciousness, as consciousness always does, came as a surprise. Blinking lights, until he realised it wasn’t the lights blinking but his eyes. Morning brain brought a specific kind of stupid to the plate, but it faded soon enough.
I want to attend a Masquerade Ball with my Daddy, then meet him on the balcony and have him take me just the way he wants me… Masques, Sex and my Daddy…mmm
touchmydickk: need Seriously I cannot even…the only thing that will be better, is the fact that my nails, will be firmly buried into my Daddy’s skin!
beautflstranger: It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move, those voices in your head go silent. All
Hair can be very sexy when maintained…it doesn’t have to be about the bald all of the time…:) Very hot image and definitely thinking about Daddy!
gentledom: Definitely not. I also still love to listen to my old records, not just to the numerous CDs I own by now. I love the pure and that slight static-y crackle sound of records…CAN NEVER be duplicated! Hmm…makes me want to buy an
bdboss: daddeezgirl: fortheloveofasub: cindersk: Looks can be deceiving. She looks fragile…She seems lost…She appears broken… But you can not seeThe glimmer in her eyes…The fire in her soul…The love that lightsThe darkest cornersOf her mind.
This is exactly the direction babygirl and I follow. We seek to grow together in our exploration Cannot take without give, no matter the position…
mindofdaddy: A hot tub in the floor in front of a stacked stone fireplace. Yeah, definitely adding this to the list of design ideas for my future private mountain retreat :) Daddy and I definitely deserve this…oh, sweet retreat!
masterstrius: Find the One to call Master is a void that every sub longs to fill. Oh so true…and when you find the one, what an epic moment that is… Like finally being able to exhale after holding one’s breath for so long! I LOVE
Yeah, that’s about the right feeling at the moment, lol…
One night, we will lay side by side and look up at the same stars through the trees… I love you, Daddy <3
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thedirtydoctor: The Doctor is In - More posts like this at TheDirtyDoctor.tumblr.com Mmm, I want to feel the weight of you on me like this, Daddy!
donquay: My non gay man crush comes over to hang. We plan Stevie Ray Vaughan listens on this memorial day and also to watch either The Godfather (1) or Detroit Rock City. And he (the non gay man crush) delivers me a stack of sweet sweet records he no
amaster: in-morpheus-arms: Deeper and closer I love fucking in this position. I get to kiss the mouth I own and be balls deep in the cunt I own. Deeper, Daddy…
Good morning…I love stretching out where the sun can bathe me and the floor in warmth!
daddysbrat: I’ve been a mess lately. Daddy and I are trying to figure things out… the longer we wait to be together the tougher shit gets for me. I’m a very depressed girl. There’s a lot of obstacles in our way. I have to believe we’ll get
justastrumpet: Love Plath Plath just knows how to complement the head and the heart.
justastrumpet: Wall Photos | Facebook on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/35489527 Look familiar sir? Fly little birds, as fast as you can, to the one that is loved the most…
deepestdesires: I need your shirt and tie… I need your scent. I cling to it. I want to wrap myself in you all day. Get lost in you. Again and again. To feel the the fabric that covered your skin caress mine. To stay in this. Only this. Till you walk
daddysbrat: aurea-medio0o0ocritas: There’s this place in Ireland where every 2 years, the stars line up with this trail on June 10th-June 18th. It’s called the Heaven’s Trail. we really should one day. Romantic.
yourbadgrrl: “We’re way past the point for sorry, little girl…” he told her, the thought of what would be unfolding next making his cock throb in his trousers. She’d be very sorry very soon, begging for his forgiveness. And she’d be very
masterandslave: Many will notice the large ring attached to her collar; however, my captures my gaze immediately is her collarbone. So delicate. Utterly enticing and sexy. ~cockdoll I long to feel the cold kiss of that very special circle of trust on
justastrumpet: ctboston: Lifting you to the table, grabbing you and pulling you in. The thrusts are hard and deep, as your legs wrap around me. Need, miss What does that even feel like anymore
intenselyhot: Oh yes! I would definitely be the girl looking through the keyhole, biting my lip. *blushing*
I just want to lay back in a field of wildflowers until the world stops spinning…in the wrong direction for me Until I realized, I can make it stop.
justastrumpet: butterfly36: You look so peaceful sleeping as if you have not a care in the world, which is just how I like you. I did leave you for some time, but I am enjoying the sight of you. I’m torn between my desire to do what I want with you
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indisdesk: Littles have to learn not to be afraid of Daddy’s fat cum-filled balls, the slobber that comes from learning to deepthroat, and the loads that he marks you with. A properly trained little says “ewww” and “ick” to nothing. In fact,
Daddy…one of the parts of you, that I love the most
daddysbabygirl0381: ahhh the kiss on the forehead….
I miss my Dad so much. Especially when I see pictures like this. There are several pictures of my father holding me in his uniform right when he came home from work. I’m talking as soon as he walked in the door, lol. I think this is why I love the
This is me to a t. Love the rain on me. Love being on my tippytoes. This kitten will marry the rain forever.
xspanked-masters-petx: “Come to the edge,” he said. She said, “But I am afraid.” “Come to the edge,” he said more louder. She came. He pushed her over… And she flew. ~ Guillaume Apollinaire I was ready to fly…
waaaavvvvees: oceanisity: I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep
Pulling me to the edge of the bed because You cannot stand the thought of not burying, Your eager tongue into my aching, hot flesh..NEED.
goodgirl4him: Someone once wrote how mornings seem to come in so tenderly, that there were gentle strengths in the early hour’s waking light. That being held during that time, watching as the sun warms the room, cascading over everything it touches,
lapetitemangue: Yayoi Kusama’s “Fireflies on the Water” light installation at the Whitney Museum, 2012. Photos taken by Gabrielle Plucknette and are owned by the New York Times.
twcgentleman13: ”The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind.” — Anthony Burgess
nevver: The Londonist Taking the Night Bus to the Land of Nod…goodnight and good morning my lovelies…
unknowneditors: Anatomy lesson by Camila Sitarama Carlow (Caminate) ” Canimate is the virtual home of artwork by Camila Sitarama Carlow, and the also the home of her series of work ‘Eye Heart Spleen’. Here on this site you can find illustration
My favorite time of day for a walk is Sunset. When the sun gives way to the Blue hour of evening. The light is so magical and warm at that time. Take a walk with me? It comes earlier these November days…
thechesterfield: sheseessam14: dominantlife: lnktastic: Things I didn’t know I wanted until now: Literary weddings- a library at one of those old libraries where the books are stacked to the ceiling on shelves. the cake has your favorite book written
Cartier Love bracelet “Unlike traditional bracelets, which are either wide enough to slip them over the hand onto the wrist or can readily be opened in order to put them on, the Love bracelet is designed to be opened only using a special screwdriver that
diarycrux: “We can easily forgive a child that is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy is when men are afraid of the light.” — Plato
alphadaddydom: The way I will leave you in the hotel room. I will then go down to the bar, I will come back in 5 min, or an hour. You do not know, it will test your patience and you will start to worry if this was a good idea. Your heart will race,
cindersk: He never had to ask her to smile.It was if it was a natural reflex for her…To smile the instant her eyes touched his. She saw how happy andHow beautiful the smile wasThat was there…Reflected in the eyesThat shines back at herSmiling with
gentlemen-always-know: Midnight Planetarium Watch Midnight Planétarium Poetic Complication has 6 stones representing Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, all moving at the same pace as the actual planets. A shooting star indicates the time.
pinkseachele: “The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love’s nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love’s fire. So when you ask
uncommonjones: The Thousand Hands of the Bodhisattva, Performed by the Beijing Dance Company
Does anyone else love carrying flowers? I love giving fresh flowers to people, as well. The smell of greenery…watching the receiver’s face light up and seeing them push their faces into the flowers to smell them. It’s all so lovely.
Honestly, I hate panties but this is the sole reason I wear them at all…to be taken off nice and slow. There’s something so damn sexy about being exposed this way. The feel of the fabric slipping off around my curves and that first lick
sweetlittlewallflower: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ― Anaïs Nin
herdirtylittleheart: The robin’s nest was knocked down in the storm. We did what we could but it was too late, they didn’t make it through the night. Nature is a wild beast, I know this, but it still hurts when little things don’t get a chance.
ispeakalchemy: The curl of his fingers biting into her flesh, the urgency, the desire — it’s almost tangible.
When I was a little girl, I used to lay on my belly in meadows because I wanted to see how the bugs and the butterflies and bees did…I still do this when I get the chance. ♥
fourchambers: I love, you love, I laugh, you laugh I’m sawn in half And all the stars are splashed across the ceiling vex | midnight in the mojave desert ✖
sugah-cakes: “He whispered, “Sweet honey, sweet honey, in the morning I will smell your skin where you are raw from the night.” — Alfredo Encanasa, The New Word (via poetfire)
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