Todger65
Usually Horny
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I made a gif thingy! And a tumblr! What a productive day.
https://media.giphy.com/media/3og0IKYEZY132VHkXK/giphy.gif
"Do it or quit"
Ok.
Damn baby... do it over and over"Do it or quit"
Ok.
"Do it or quit"
Ok.
You put your collar on upside down. If you were my 'slave' you would be punished severely for that.
"Do it or quit"
Ok.
Wear it proudly
Very sexy!Sometimes I'd sneak into my fathers room after he left for work. His bed was bigger, his sheets crisper, and his smell lingered on the side he slept on. Cigarette smoke and sweat, which doesn't sound as comforting as it felt. I slept like a baby, wrapped up in those sheets.
My first intense fantasy happened while I was wrapped up in those sheets.
My first orgasm.
My first erotic story read.
My first role play written.
My first tease, taste, tremble, tickle savoured.
My first call taken, my first whimpers heard.
The only thing those sheets didn't share with me was my virginity. But I'll spend the rest of my life fantasizing about how that would have happened. Forever needing, wanting, craving that experience.
I'd like to think those sheets have nothing to do with the man who owned them. But maybe they do. Maybe it's a normal thing for a young girl to do, forbidden fruit and all that. A small, tiny, very hidden away part of me thinks I wanted to be caught. Punished for doing something so incredibly naughty, so disrespectful. Maybe if I was spun around, spanked until my cries turned to heartfelt apologies, thrown into my room until I met the expectations of what a young lady should be. Maybe I'd be different now.
We should all feel fortunate that I never learned my lesson. I'll keep teasing and doing as I please until that option is taken away from me. Until then... I think I could use a nap.
Sometimes I'd sneak into my fathers room after he left for work. His bed was bigger, his sheets crisper, and his smell lingered on the side he slept on. Cigarette smoke and sweat, which doesn't sound as comforting as it felt. I slept like a baby, wrapped up in those sheets.
My first intense fantasy happened while I was wrapped up in those sheets.
My first orgasm.
My first erotic story read.
My first role play written.
My first tease, taste, tremble, tickle savoured.
My first call taken, my first whimpers heard.
The only thing those sheets didn't share with me was my virginity. But I'll spend the rest of my life fantasizing about how that would have happened. Forever needing, wanting, craving that experience.
I'd like to think those sheets have nothing to do with the man who owned them. But maybe they do. Maybe it's a normal thing for a young girl to do, forbidden fruit and all that. A small, tiny, very hidden away part of me thinks I wanted to be caught. Punished for doing something so incredibly naughty, so disrespectful. Maybe if I was spun around, spanked until my cries turned to heartfelt apologies, thrown into my room until I met the expectations of what a young lady should be. Maybe I'd be different now.
We should all feel fortunate that I never learned my lesson. I'll keep teasing and doing as I please until that option is taken away from me. Until then... I think I could use a nap.
Sometimes I'd sneak into my fathers room after he left for work. His bed was bigger, his sheets crisper, and his smell lingered on the side he slept on. Cigarette smoke and sweat, which doesn't sound as comforting as it felt. I slept like a baby, wrapped up in those sheets.
Sometimes I'd sneak into my fathers room after he left for work. His bed was bigger, his sheets crisper, and his smell lingered on the side he slept on. Cigarette smoke and sweat, which doesn't sound as comforting as it felt. I slept like a baby, wrapped up in those sheets.
My first intense fantasy happened while I was wrapped up in those sheets.
My first orgasm.
My first erotic story read.
My first role play written.
My first tease, taste, tremble, tickle savoured.
My first call taken, my first whimpers heard.
The only thing those sheets didn't share with me was my virginity. But I'll spend the rest of my life fantasizing about how that would have happened. Forever needing, wanting, craving that experience.
I'd like to think those sheets have nothing to do with the man who owned them. But maybe they do. Maybe it's a normal thing for a young girl to do, forbidden fruit and all that. A small, tiny, very hidden away part of me thinks I wanted to be caught. Punished for doing something so incredibly naughty, so disrespectful. Maybe if I was spun around, spanked until my cries turned to heartfelt apologies, thrown into my room until I met the expectations of what a young lady should be. Maybe I'd be different now.
We should all feel fortunate that I never learned my lesson. I'll keep teasing and doing as I please until that option is taken away from me. Until then... I think I could use a nap.
And if he were to come home and see his little girl curled up on his bed, what would he notice first? Innocent things like how soft my sweater looked, the delicate smile half hidden by his pillow. Innocent things that led to dangours urges. A moment frozen in time, an opprotunity he couldn't pass up. His little girl wouldn't be so little for long, soon she'd be gone. Someone else's.
Go ahead and feel, Daddy. i want you to.
Always the obedient perfect princess, that's probably what I'd say. I'd encourage him. Hoping that once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.
Would you be able to stop at just one look, one touch?
And if he were to come home and see his little girl curled up on his bed, what would he notice first? Innocent things like how soft my sweater looked, the delicate smile half hidden by his pillow. Innocent things that led to dangours urges. A moment frozen in time, an opprotunity he couldn't pass up. His little girl wouldn't be so little for long, soon she'd be gone. Someone else's.
Go ahead and feel, Daddy. i want you to.
Always the obedient perfect princess, that's probably what I'd say. I'd encourage him. Hoping that once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.
Would you be able to stop at just one look, one touch?
And if he were to come home and see his little girl curled up on his bed, what would he notice first? Innocent things like how soft my sweater looked, the delicate smile half hidden by his pillow. Innocent things that led to dangours urges. A moment frozen in time, an opprotunity he couldn't pass up. His little girl wouldn't be so little for long, soon she'd be gone. Someone else's.
Go ahead and feel, Daddy. i want you to.
Always the obedient perfect princess, that's probably what I'd say. I'd encourage him. Hoping that once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.
Would you be able to stop at just one look, one touch?