Daddy looking for his little muse

While I hope you find your little, I also hope you continue to share your poetry and prose here. Wonderful ad, Sir!

Currahee_Gent said:

Come into my arms
Let the fear fall
Silently in the abyss
Do not hesitate to become
Who you were born to be
For if you walk away
You will never know
Shyness can be overcome

Cling tightly to me
With closed eyes
And surrender all
One kiss at time
Let Me
Chase away the demons
All the fractured feelings
That left a barrier
Between your heart
And what you have to give

And slowly I will water
Give you sun of my love
Blowing gently
Until one day
Your petals will bloom
Yesterdays memories
Fade forever​

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This is beautiful.

A friendly bump

You wait in the bedroom. Facing away from the door. Your body still a little wet in places from the shower. At last you hear my footsteps on the steps. You don’t dare to turn to look. Something soft wraps again and again around your eyes. A silk scarf? But now you can look even if you were allowed. My hands now electric on your bare soft shoulders.

“It’s always a debate, in my mind, if I should cover your pretty eyes. They are so full of expression.”

I move in closer. My hot body melting into yours. You can feel my hardness erect against the cheeks of your ass. I kiss your neck, that one little spot that gets you instantly wet on slow lazy mornings. My teeth nip your earlobes. Biting softly. I growl into your curious ear.

“You are mine tonight, my sweetness, any way I want you.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, your tiny voice shaking.

My strong hands reach around and cup your full breasts. I can feel your breath quicken. Your knees growing weak. I pinch the cherry hard tips between my fingers and thumbs. It feels as if I’ve lit a fuse that runs down from your nipples to your throbbing clit.

“Whose nipples are these, my little one?”

“Your nipples, Sir,’ you say gasping for breath.

“My nipples for?”

“Your nipples for your pleasure Sir, to do with as you please. Please, may I speak freely?”

“No, you may not. Because I already know what you want, what you need, and you will just have to wait. But I promise you that tomorrow, you will feel the after effects e everywhere. A good soreness and secret smiles of untamed passion.”

It’s not enough to want your love
Love, is, after all, a fleeting proposition
Food for broken hearted poets

It’s not enough to want your body
Not in this hook up age
Where sex is the new handshake

It’s not enough to want your vows
When they are disposable
Recyclable meaningless promises

I want you all
Every thought, every breath,
Every soft moan that falls on my chest

Love this!

Very nice thread

I just re read this thread yesterday and wondered where you were

So happy to see you and your beautiful writing back

Everything was ready. The bubble bath, 20 candles burning in the bathroom, and a sea sponge. Just waiting on you to pick up the room card at the front desk.

I knew you’d be frightened, any sane person would be to meet in such a manner. And I was prepared to not be too disappointed if you failed to show. But we had talked enough for you to feel like we knew each other.

Your orders were pretty simple. Enter, don’t say a word. Put your bag on the spare bed. Go in the bathroom and run a hot bath, and then get in and wait. Cover yourself in the bubbles if you feel shy.

I was waiting at the desk drinking coffee and reading a novel. Trying to anyway. I have to admit I was nervous too, but in a good way. Checking my watch that I had taken off and laid on the desk seeing that it was time. Either you showed up or you didn’t.

The door opened. I couldn’t help but look. You glanced too, then quickly looked down. I heard the water running. I could feel the blood rushing down to my cock, making it hard, but no rush for that. I forced myself to finish the chapter and walked in without knocking.

! Is right....please say you have more written and won’t keep us waiting?

This is my dream....

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You certainly do have a beautiful way with words, thank you for sharing it.

I wait until the water stops running and quietly walk to the open door. I can’t see your body from the bubbles but I can see your eyes are closed. I kneel down beside the tub.

“Just relax. We have all day and all night. Unless of course you want to leave. It’s not too late. I will not be angry. But if you stay, I expect total obedience. Nothing less.”

“I will stay, Sir,” you say, blushing.

I take the soft sea sponge and dip it under the warm water and start gently washing your breasts.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Sir. Very soft.”

“Did you cum last night? Be honest.”

“No Sir, you told me not to. I wanted to, though. I got very wet thinking about today. Is that bad?”

“No, of course not. Underneath that veneer of shyness, I know the flames of passion grow hot. I wanted to call but I figure we should rest up for the real thing. Open your legs for me. That’s a good girl.”

You feel the soft soapy sponge rubbing against your shaved sex. Ever so gently I rub up and down watching your breathing quicken.

“So tell me, princess, whose pussy is it?”

“Oh, it is your pussy, Sir. It’s been yours since the first time we talked on the phone.”

“Really? You were so quiet I wondered if we would talk again.”

“This is all new to me. I guess I knew for a while that this is the kind of relationship I wanted, but I didn’t think it would ever happen.”

“It’s hard to find the right person. I’ve known girls who jump right back into a bdsm relationship after one goes sour. Like it is an addiction. But perhaps that is true of a lot of relationships. Roll over for me.”

I washed her back. I love a nice back. She gasped when I ran the sponge between the crack of her buttocks.

“What? Why did you make that noise?”

“Sorry, Sir. I told you before. No one has ever touched me there.”

“Yes, and I promised we’d explore that naughty little hole another time. We can’t do everything, you know. Besides, it’s not a race. Why don’t you shower clean and come in the other room. I have something for you and it involves that pretty mouth of yours.”

Beautiful

Waking curled around you
As you lie sleeping
Morning hardness against
Your warm cheeky bottom
Kissing the spot there
On your neck that you love
Feeling you stretch
Hearing your first soft moan
Knowing that soon I will
Find you wet and needing Me
Deep inside you in celebration
Of a lazy morning together
Should I lick that split peach?
Or just claim it with a virile thrust?
Or save all this all energy for later?

I want to be your little virgin, please Daddy?