tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87692584971200750642024-03-18T22:58:31.704-04:00His Submissive Baby GirlMusings of a new submissive searching for her forever Daddy.baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-20527778888782071772011-11-30T23:15:00.001-05:002011-12-01T05:54:10.442-05:00Stranger?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy hours really weren’t her thing. Especially ones attached to out of town business conferences. A bunch of random people sitting around making small talk with other random people. She could think of better ways to spend her time. But since her coworkers had begged, pleaded, cajoled and coerced - she finally agreed. Perhaps a little time out would lift her mood and reduce her stress a bit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a time, and pomegranate martini or three, she was starting to feel more relaxed. She had to admit she was starting to enjoy herself. Surprisingly, the men there weren’t the typical boring type. She managed to have a few lively conversations with a few interesting gentlemen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She couldn’t help but notice, however, one man in particular. Every now and then, his eyes locked with hers until she looked away. His eyes were the brownest she’d ever seen and they seemed to hypnotize her. The way he stared -- it seemed as if he was looking right inside her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When she finally gathered the courage to look up again, he was gone. She did a quick scan and decided that she had missed her opportunity.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You have an amazing ass. I’d love to do so many things with it.” She hadn’t noticed him come up behind her, but the way his voice resonated in her ear made her instantly wet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sat down next to her and bought her a drink. She was completely captivated. They made seamless conversation. They talked about football while he put his hand on her thigh. He must have read the glint in her eyes. “You’re thinking that you should object, but your body doesn’t want to, does it?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, it doesn’t,” she managed feebly. “You are embarrassed at how your body responds, aren’t you?” She could only manage a nod - especially since his fingers had discovered the wetness of her crotch. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Have you ever been finger fucked while sitting at a bar? Are you afraid someone may see me fingering your hot wet pussy?” His fingers plunged so deep inside, she thought she might faint. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Here. In exactly ten minutes, you’ll need this.” He slid something to her across the bar. She looked down and noticed that it was a hotel key card. She wasn’t sure how to formulate a reply. Should she display indignation? Disbelief, what? It was a moot point anyway because in an instant he was gone. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a few moments, and a tad more liquid courage, she headed for the exit. As she rummaged in her handbag for her keys, an arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an adjacent room. The room was dark and when the lights came on, she found him sitting on the sofa. “Come here.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For reasons that escaped her, her body betrayed her and seemed destined to obey his commands. He pulled her to him and ran his hands up her thighs. She was embarrassed now that underwear didn’t really go with her dress. He plunged a finger into her hotly soaked pussy and she gasped aloud. His fingers delved deep inside her private place and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Suddenly, he got up. “ You know where you were told to be. So be.” With that, he abruptly left. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She scrambled to her feet and quickly found his key. Was she really going to do this?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Between the flutters in her belly and the knocking of her knees, she thought for sure she was crazy. Somehow, she found the fortitude to open the door. She heard music but saw no one. Making her way to the bedroom, she found a note on the bed: Shower, put these on, remain standing, and wait.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quickly, she complied. She sat on the bed, freshly showered wearing lingerie, heels and a blindfold. After jumping at every creak, rustle and sound generated by her anxious imagination, she sensed his presence.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She felt soft caresses all about her body. It drove her insane with desire because she never knew where the next delicious touch would land nor when it could come. She felt her thong being pushed aside and a tongue lick her sweet spot until she almost fell off her feet. Literally. Hands guided her to the bed where she landed on her back. Her legs were flung over her head and the entry was rough and primal. The hands grabbed her throat and squeezed. Fuck! Had she bitten off more than she could …</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She couldn’t think. He was fucking her so rough but it felt incredible. So incredible that she felt an orgasm barreling down like a freight train. She was so turned on she could feel her own wetness leak onto the sheets. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he grabbed her hair with one hand and her neck with the other, he began to squeeze more firmly, just a bit past the point she thought she should be concerned. He nuzzled close to her ear and growled, “Fuck. My little girl has gotten Daddy incredibly turned on.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But the next time I say be here in ten minutes, that’s what I mean.” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He flipped her over on to her belly so that she was now in his favorite pose: face down, ass up.</span><br />
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<br /></div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-4207629585618324092011-11-20T17:30:00.000-05:002011-11-20T19:42:52.053-05:00Suddenly Awaken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was having such a wonderful dream.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just as she was at a particularly hot part of the dream, she was suddenly awaken by a slight pain in her arm. Maybe she was just laying on it the wrong way. She attempted to move, but found she couldn't. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The, "<i>What the Hell!</i>" in her throat never materialized as she felt as hands clamped down around her mouth then wrapped around her neck.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Daddy's in a mood, little one. I need to use you, hard. And I'm <b>going</b> to use you, hard. Do you trust me?"</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Y-y-yes, Daddy." she stammered.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Good girl."</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I plan to take advantage of the body that I own. The body that is meant for my pleasure. Maybe you will get release - maybe you won't. Quite frankly, it is immaterial to me. You belong to me and Daddy has much stress and frustration to release. I plan on doing that by fucking you -- all of you -- any way that I choose and until I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> am satisfied. Do you understand?"</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew that was a rhetorical question. Having complete trust in him and being completely owned by him, she felt her job was to please him - which pleased her. <i>"I understand, Daddy."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In an instant, she found herself being straddled as she struggled for air, for he was plunging himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. Freeing her wrists, he plunged his fingers into her creamy, wet center and it was all she could do not to explode. He must have recognized it on her face<i>. "Don't you fucking dare!,"</i> he growled in her ear as she wrapped his hands around her neck. She knew she had to have permission, but he was making it really hard to resist.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was so strong that he flipped her face down onto the bed with one fluid motion. Grabbing her by the hair, he ushered her up onto her knees --face down, ass up -- his favorite. He pounded so hard, her head banged into the headboard, finally pinning her to that edge that rendered her immobile. All she could do was whimper in ecstasy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly he grabbed her hair and forced her upright. He plunged a finger into her unsuspecting ass and she let out a yelp. <i>"Good girl. Daddy's dirty little girl."</i> That served to force stream of her wetness to run down her legs.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She thought she might pass out. Not from the pain - the bite was firm but not hard - but from the strain of trying desperately not to squirt all over the place. He pushed her back up to her knees - her face down to the bed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The tip of his stiffness threatened to push through her backdoor like a tornado. He alternated between his tip and his finger until she thought she would faint. Her mouth moved but no sound could be heard. If it was possible to perish from pleasure, she felt surely she was getting close.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly he got up. The admonishment to lie still seemed implied. Just as well. Her breathing was far too erratic for her to move anyway.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sensed that he went to the closet. She dared not move, so she was unsure of what was to come.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Tell me that you are mine, little one."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"I am yours, Daddy."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sound of his hand coming down on her unprepared ass filled the room like a shot.</span><br />
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</div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-29669668870067539472011-11-19T12:17:00.001-05:002011-11-20T13:21:09.385-05:00The Versatile Blogger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So without further adieu, <i>here's a bit info about me:</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I have a license to carry a gun. Pretty bad ass for a sub, right?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* It freaks me out to leave closet and cabinet doors open.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I'm an avid mystery reader and I read the last page of any book first. Crazy, I know.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I am a complete school geek. I have an Associate degree, two Bachelor's degree with two minors each, and a Master's. And I'm seriously considering getting a Doctorate. What can I say, I really love school.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I hate washing dishes and never understood why I have to make a bed that I will mess up again.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I am a published author.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* I am unabashedly addicted to Starbucks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<a href="http://tryingtolearnlearningtotry.blogspot.com/">Trying to Learn, Learning to Try</a>: How can you not love Kay and her antics -- that never really work out for her? A real loop hole ninja.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* <a href="http://eccespanko.blogspot.com/">Ecce Spanko</a>: Dineo's poetry. Awesomely creative.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<a href="http://hisdesires.wordpress.com/">hisdesires</a>: Love reading the dynamic between Britt and M. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<a href="http://surrendertosubmission.blogspot.com/">Surrender to Submission</a>: Love K's sweetie and her journey with submission - and sometimes her fights against it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/">My Bottom Smarts</a>: Of course, how can you have an award and NOT list the Oprah of the D/s/spanking blogs.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<a href="http://histoy33916.blogspot.com/">The Empty Collar</a>: A really tough lady with a wonderful blog.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As a relatively new blogger, there are many blogs that I am not yet familiar with, but I look forward to coming across. Reading the blogs of my friends and peers inspires me to become a better writer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So please, check out these blogs, in addition to the ones on my blog roll. I'm sure they will welcome you and I'm equally sure you will enjoy them!</span><br />
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Fast forward 22,000 page views and 53 friends later -- and surprise! People are interested and supportive (and super nice). I even have familiar friends who visit and comment often.<br />
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Here's where you come in. Yes, YOU! While I adore the regulars that visit, I know that the people who stumble by far outnumber the ones who comment often. I would love for you to take a look around, and leave a comment or two. If you are so inclined, feel free to subscribe.<br />
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To those who visit often, again, my humblest thanks. To those of you who are new or here for the first time, welcome! Please feel free to come back and say hi as often as you'd like!<br />
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“Show me, little girl. Your Daddy is anxious to see it.”<br />
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How could she say no? Saying no to Daddy was certainly not allowed, but she was a bit embarrassed. On the whole, however, her desire to make her Daddy happy was far stronger than her timidity.<br />
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“Lie down.” She did as she was told. She began to tremble a bit as she lifted her dress and began to pull down her panties. “Very pretty, little one, but we need to get rid of them.”<br />
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Her begging took on the form of inarticulate whimpering. He was using the toy on her sweet spot and she felt on fire. In fact, she was becoming engulfed by the heat. “Come for me now, little girl.”<br />
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“Yes, Daddy…Yes, Daddy, Yes, Daddy” she mumbled over and over. One climax gave way to the next, until she began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, the damn burst and her river began to overflow. Literally. “My word, little one, so much…Holy crap!…You are gushing and squirting!”<br />
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Just then, he buried her face in her hidden treasure. By the time the bright white light began to fade, she hadn’t remembered being turned over on her belly nor her wrists being tied to the bed.<br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Buzz." </span></i></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Her cell phone vibrated. There was a text message from him. She hadn't even looked at it yet, but she had a feeling trouble was brewing for her. Good trouble. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nervously, she opened the text. "<i>Position 7. <b>NOW</b></i>"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holy crap. This was not good. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She had become increasingly familiar with his short texts. The shorter the text - the more intense the message.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jumping three steps at a time, she bounded up the stairs, hopped in the shower and prepared herself fast as humanly possibly. She was unaware that she could move so quickly. Somehow she thought dawdling would not serve her well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just as she crawled into the bed, she heard the front door shut. Was her heart racing from her rushing about or was it from excitedly nervous anticipation?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bathroom door opened and closed. She held her breath as she felt his presence in the room.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No hello. No, "How was your day?" Now was not the time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"You are so incredibly lucky you followed directions, little girl. You would not be prepared for the punishment you would have received</i>."</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yes, Sir."</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Speak not, little one. In fact, you are not my little girl. Prepare yourself. My dirty little girl is about to be used hard and fucked well."</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She sensed she was staring down the barrel of trouble. Good trouble.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He grabbed the back of her hair and spun her around. Luckily she was completely soaked because he plowed into her like a freight train. It took her a minute to realize that the delicious screams she heard were eminating from within her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"I fucking own you. Do you understand? You are mine."</i> All she could do was nod -seeing as how his hand around her neck left only enough air to breathe- not articulate. His dominance was making her hot and wet like crazy.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Good girl. All Daddy needs you to do is take it."</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He pounded and plowed so hard that his thrusts lifted her off the mattress. He flipped her over on her side, and rammed into her from behind. She wanted to beg him desperately to climax. Being clairvoyant, he siad, <i>"Not just yet, my dirty girl."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He suddenly got up and grabbed her by the hair. He plopped her in the chair and commenced to use leverage to go all in. The pleasure and pain of his thrusts against her cervix made her tremble. There was no way she was going to be able to stave off a climax much longer. </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You are in trouble little one. This may be the night you dust off your safe word. I sure hope you remember it..."</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Remind you of your Sir? Your baby girl?</span><br />
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</div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-17018240363191372922011-10-09T09:35:00.000-04:002011-10-09T09:35:42.955-04:00The Ride Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She really amazed him at times. As an inherent introvert, it was no secret that accompanying him to business events was not her favorite way to spend an evening. As she often pointed out, these functions were almost exclusively male and she never knew any of the guests.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yet, here she was, smiling and listening intently to the ramblings of his colleagues and bigwigs- who could be- on a good day - monotone and boring. On a bad day - long winded and rambling would a gross understatement.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When he caught her eye, she smiled coquettishly and bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. She knew he loved that look - so sexy, yet innocent. It made him want to ravish his little girl. They had been to these functions before where he was able to find an inconspicuous place where he could have his way with her. Alas, tonight was not to be one of those nights.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She could feel the weight of his stare. His eyes bore a whole right through to her soul and it set her ablaze. She could tell his was a look of desire.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Minutes felt like hours. He needed to use her. He needed to use her roughly. He needed to use her now. After what seemed like an eternity, the requisite farewells were delivered. As they walked out to the valet, his hand at the small of her back felt white hot and seemed to melt her flesh. This would be some evening.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His desire for her ignited a fiery lust within her. He glanced over and lifted her dress a little. "Play for me, little one." He gave an illustration by way of his fingers dipping into her inner core. The probative pleasure she was feeling washed over her. She began to follow suit and did some exploring of her own. Back and forth it went. His fingers. Her fingers. As deep and rhythmically as their fingers explored, she was amazed that they hadn’t driven off the road. Soon, that wouldn’t be an issue.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He abruptly pulled the car over and got out. He walked over to her side of the car and opened the door. Hand around her throat, he pulled her out of the car - firmly enough to show his dominance.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She gasped aloud from the rough entry --that delicious moment of pain when she was being forced to accept the entire breadth of him all at once. What if they were discovered? What if she couldn’t stifle her moans? When he grabbed her ass - when he put his hand around her throat -- when she began to drift closer to the white light of complete ecstasy -the answer came to her -- she didn’t give a damn…</span><br />
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baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-9962389164867266022011-10-02T14:29:00.000-04:002011-10-02T19:16:19.848-04:00Always<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those two simply words sounded decidedly ominous. When he was in a mood, words tended to be sparse. As a matter of fact - one could say words were almost unnecessary.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He had been a way on business for a little over a week. Just when he was due to return, a last minute snafu required his attention. Owed to his strong work ethic, he needed to ensure that everything was once again running smoothly before he would feel comfortable enough to pull himself away.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her heart beat erratically. He didn’t say when. He didn’t say how. He didn’t say where. She wanted so desperately to please him - she just hoped that when he arrived she would get a chance to do just that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She made quick work of checking and rechecking the house to ensure that everything was just so. While not a total neat freak, he liked things orderly, but wanted the house to look lived in rather than a museum.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Favorite adult beverages on hand. Check. Favorite meal ready to be quickly reheated if needed. Check and re-check. Favorite toys which could double as delicious torture devices. Double check. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Damn! Sometimes this was so hard. He loved coming home finding her in lingerie, but he also enjoyed her being naked when he walked through the door. Not knowing which he wanted was a bit unnerving. She decided to split the difference and wear very little. Maybe some stockings, which he loved, and a bra and panties. Nice to look at and easy to remove.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The anticipation began to consume her. The trickle began to grow into a rapid river - her tides ebbing and flowing uncontrollably. She lay on her back thinking of him towering over and completely filling her up. She removed her bra and touched, writhed and bucked and came this close to crossing the edge. It’s not that she didn’t want to - but she knew not to climax without permission. Quickly she dashed to the bathroom to freshen up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>Daddy’s little girl is going to take a serious pounding. Whether you cum or not will be irrelevant. I have waited for a week to be unleashed and I don’t plan on being gentle. Don’t plan on sitting or walking comfortably for the next few days</i>.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With that, he pushed her down on the bed, flung her legs over her head as far back as they could go, and began pounding her holes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She wiggled, and undulated and even cried a little. </span><br />
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baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-67382705672186325762011-09-22T18:08:00.002-04:002011-09-27T22:31:11.731-04:00Until Then<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">where you shall find me</span></div>
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baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-89962713037342510062011-09-04T00:03:00.000-04:002011-09-04T09:25:44.814-04:00For Your Pleasure, Sir<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne of her favorite things is being awaken with him on top of her. The unmitigated dominance. The unbridled power. It was a frequent fantasy of hers. The best of both worlds. His baby girl often got the softer, attentive side. He cared, protected and cherished her. Then there was his primal side. He did whatever he pleased with his naughty little slut.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>here would be no fanfare this morning. He had carnal cravings that needed to be satisfied. He mounted her as she lay sleeping on her belly and thrust his hardness inside her. His hand around her neck, his raspy voice growled in her ear: “You are not my baby girl this morning. Right now, I am going to use you. I am taking what I need. You belong to me completely. You are going to be fucked hard and deep and rough. You will not cum, but will carry mine around with you all day to remind you that I am in control. This is about taking what I want. You are owned. Possessed. Taken. You are mine.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A</span> throaty “I am here.. for your pleasure, Sir” was all she could muster and it seemed fitting. Then again, what more need be said?</span><br />
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baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-62169023439841794002011-09-01T16:25:00.000-04:002011-09-01T16:25:54.910-04:00Taken at the Party<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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A<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">s she tossed her keys on the counter, she thought she literally heard her bed calling her name. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She could think of nothing better.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He approached her with a slanted smile. He had to admit he enjoyed finding her naked upon his return. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he kissed her. Rough and deep, and far too short in her estimation. The release was just as rough.</span><img height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGm95kfUvHS6mb-0c15NlWouCvWhgC-lw6HUugVTsSY9S8no8xJ2Jeu88PI-gThkc8V75xoHC1Y3AN-LntZ9wH4OYbCWpHqJD1N55VZtNSZD4Rnso76fYmLdn4auWhUngeO-I-IBdq2UM/s200/in-love-beauitful-love-Couples-kissing-neck-sexy-hot-couples-fb-Lola-Valentina-sexy-stuff-femmes-sexy-sensual-kiss-alex-Love-Couples-Love-romantic-my-albums-ngi-2-longhand-Rough-Bdsm-Niki-romance_large.jpg" width="200" /><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I have a last minute work function. You will accompany me and have exactly 20 minutes to be ready." She opened her mouth to speak but he seemed to vaporize the words in mid air. “It is not optional. There is no argument. I don’t need your approval. However, now, you have only 18 minutes. Would you care to continue this fruitless discussion?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She knew better than to argue. She hated to be rushed at the last minute, but she was aware his business dictated such. Frantically, she dressed - thankful that she had showered already. Just as he wished, his hand rested on the small of her back while he opened her car door.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tired as she was, she really tried not to put a damper on the evening. She nodded and smiled at all the appropriate times, to all the appropriate people. He watched her intently as the night went on. Such a good girl. He was annoyed at the last minute intrusion, but the way she tried so hard to make the most of it with nary a complaint, pleased him immensely. In fact, from across the room, he was reminded of how beautiful she was. Admiration was quickly supplanted by lust and he needed to touch her. Now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Begging your pardon, I simply must steal this beauty away from you for a moment.” There was a collective smile from all, including her. Leading her from the crowd, he led her into an adjacent room. No words needed to be spoken. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. Her skirt was quickly yanked down and she stepped out of it just as he pushed her down over the bed. Her heart seemed to stopped beating. What if someone walked in on them? Glancing back at him, she decided against pointing out this detail to him. Besides, she was too busy moaning from the fingers being plunged unceremoniously into her ass. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When he roughly entered her, she thought she would explode. Then his husky voice cut through the silence… “<b>Every</b> part of you belongs to <b>me </b>to take whenever, wherever I wish."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just then, she did explode.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZKTfBN-J1IQp86c70RDlAUIY2eP69XFERgkqgd95M_uprX20l2S6vWAkKWc51pukjaqglMfbWzJidVxIMhLsTUH6vXqd6D7Q-QDf1GLlF7jjbMyeDOY8966h20Hak60sfG1-FWehPVE/s1600/in_the_corner_by_cyncaelyx-d37ewb7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZKTfBN-J1IQp86c70RDlAUIY2eP69XFERgkqgd95M_uprX20l2S6vWAkKWc51pukjaqglMfbWzJidVxIMhLsTUH6vXqd6D7Q-QDf1GLlF7jjbMyeDOY8966h20Hak60sfG1-FWehPVE/s320/in_the_corner_by_cyncaelyx-d37ewb7.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">challenge me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">discipline me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">humble me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>own me</b></span></div></div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-75263954035381192092011-08-17T01:57:00.001-04:002011-08-17T01:58:11.890-04:00To Sir, With Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">When I wake</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I crave your touch.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsT7dbFlKwKQnPgd2vlwWCKhSq9XYoy0kdoKCfM2ehJk2XBjoHgzj9pjrU0hJ-KEfO9nutukFeAH7wJbs_DUI4ylSXJaUFxtnJd4gQGfSsICNKa3Whwiej6W5-y1H65Mmwe9-vjiIPS4/s1600/Waiting_for_by_Levine_photography-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsT7dbFlKwKQnPgd2vlwWCKhSq9XYoy0kdoKCfM2ehJk2XBjoHgzj9pjrU0hJ-KEfO9nutukFeAH7wJbs_DUI4ylSXJaUFxtnJd4gQGfSsICNKa3Whwiej6W5-y1H65Mmwe9-vjiIPS4/s200/Waiting_for_by_Levine_photography-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">When at last you return </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I long to sink into you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixC21-etPriboAAVu5wJajpbZOSe4TmObGpN8_ZD1PbAOLpvV3fYC24nbwz2la5D728auryDdL3rYSaLobUZ6L82EoqJxHqM3cLYolnnDHI66xGat3xdoy3JqqaHWJIQYO_FFfdsEOXds/s1600/tumblr_ljcwg9KoYN1qzlro6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixC21-etPriboAAVu5wJajpbZOSe4TmObGpN8_ZD1PbAOLpvV3fYC24nbwz2la5D728auryDdL3rYSaLobUZ6L82EoqJxHqM3cLYolnnDHI66xGat3xdoy3JqqaHWJIQYO_FFfdsEOXds/s200/tumblr_ljcwg9KoYN1qzlro6o1_400.jpg" width="135" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> No pretense.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">There is no defense.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I just thirst for your kiss.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Take me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Fill me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Own me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Devour me…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">For this heart beats only for you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Xd0KtY66MN52qxH1j57oev8IivHYZA5sSRZC18Hl4J-EWcIjLdSiSRFRo5O5ECXINOFDhwlgt_Yuxa81INmizRJLpmWndiK-CQ6mSR0EFBdgdMbZIVy-wvWSM1Me9xUc_3f31gSPB_4/s1600/candado_ii_by_mavy17-d41hn8x-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Xd0KtY66MN52qxH1j57oev8IivHYZA5sSRZC18Hl4J-EWcIjLdSiSRFRo5O5ECXINOFDhwlgt_Yuxa81INmizRJLpmWndiK-CQ6mSR0EFBdgdMbZIVy-wvWSM1Me9xUc_3f31gSPB_4/s200/candado_ii_by_mavy17-d41hn8x-1.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I submit to you all that I am.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I take your essence in like air.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I cannot breathe without you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">As I count the minutes until I see you again,</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I wait impatiently for </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">my Daddy</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjej0yYD7XKJUeDIda_Ugnufs3mDViL6M-EXWUt2jj2hg8FwYIHzynWX3nxJ_gcioMGw2AD7U_v-OOr7u3XrdJCAW-u8z6I8mXU_rv_HelgDgFJZ_3MnnKwnHqG6dehI_ne9eg5zXHQo/s1600/tumblr_ldajp9cJqT1qej85no1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">my Master…</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>To Sir, </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>with Love</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-15365435272718420602011-08-13T22:06:00.001-04:002011-08-13T23:02:13.570-04:00Home Early<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMxhaG9yWgM/TkbSQfv61sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Mdq9L9vNc6k/s1600/looking+out+window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMxhaG9yWgM/TkbSQfv61sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Mdq9L9vNc6k/s200/looking+out+window.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She had quickly exhausted ways in which to entertain herself. Dinner with friends, catching up on work, even mindless TV shows -- none of it filled the void of his absence. His business didn't take him away often, but when it did, she felt like a lost little lamb -- aimless without his guidance.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She wanted him beside her and inside her. His smell still lingered on his pillow and she quickly substituted it for her own. While only gone a few days, her body ached for him. Nightwear was optional when he was away, but she desperately wanted to be reminded of him - to be close to him. After a quick shower, she checked her cell anticipating a message. Nothing. Her heart sank a bit. He knew everything about her. Why couldn't he tell that she needed a piece of him now?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She scanned her phone for his old text messages. What was it about him? Though the words were weeks old, the fire between her legs began to rage as if he were right there. She tried as best she could to quell the heat, but it quickly proved too much. Not normally disobedient, she was about to do the unthinkable.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Naked still, she climbed into bed. The good girl on her shoulder sent objections. The naughty girl within made quick work of convincing her to open the night table drawer. His words began to fill her head. She was forbidden to use any of her toys without permission. Alas, not very submissive, but she simply <b>HAD</b> to put the fire out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Arched back. Lustful moans. Passion unleashed. She decided there was no point in turning back. Her favorite toy in hand and imagining him inside her encouraged the squirting that was now taking place. Luckily, he wasn't due back until tomorrow evening so she decided clean up could wait until morning. If he knew, she would surely be punished. Sated and spent, she hugged his pillow tight and went to meet him in her dreams.</span><br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijUFVCw5hDw/TkbKkuvU8PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SZmJOmcNzn0/s1600/22heartracing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijUFVCw5hDw/TkbKkuvU8PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SZmJOmcNzn0/s320/22heartracing1.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Maybe she could have prepared. Maybe she should have held out. Whatever the case, the safety of her slumber was about to be compromised. For there he stood in the doorway, hairbrush in hand...</span></div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-47975263605243703422011-08-10T16:18:00.044-04:002011-08-11T08:05:44.832-04:00Tonight...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHMUz7P-ZlT3FcceoC_vI2suvgM69438YOyw54u36yx6jeXu8d3m2x784Ys4RWqPRnFgp2CDyNmfoSVwROheF53Io_4s7TormuKx419otjRnL28jSasg28ho1zX4MpD-16npXMblnttw/s1600/tumblr_loua84SFu51qzlro6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHMUz7P-ZlT3FcceoC_vI2suvgM69438YOyw54u36yx6jeXu8d3m2x784Ys4RWqPRnFgp2CDyNmfoSVwROheF53Io_4s7TormuKx419otjRnL28jSasg28ho1zX4MpD-16npXMblnttw/s200/tumblr_loua84SFu51qzlro6o1_400.jpg" width="145" /></a></div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am done parenting.</span> </span></blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am done multi-tasking. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am done delegating.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am done managing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am no longer in control.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I surrender to you.</span><br />
<blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am completely</span></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Yours </b></span></div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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She picked up her phone and her heart skipped a beat. “<i>I can always tell if you have been naughty</i>” read the text message. Damn, it turned her on when he sent her messages like that! Purposely ambiguous. She didn’t recall doing anything wrong - but then again, he didn’t actually accuse her either. He totally knew how to get inside her head.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Four grueling hours later, after barely meeting her deadline, she heard her cell phone buzzing as she walked to her car. “<i>I control <b>everything</b> about you</i>.” That’s all the text message said. She had to admit his random texts displaying his dominance over her made her instantly wet.</span><br />
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As she dropped her keys on the counter, she got another text. “<i>You are never going anywhere</i>…” Her head was starting to spin and her knickers were damp. She wasn’t sure why, but he was clearly playing an erotic game of cat and mouse with her. She decided to go with it - as if she really had a choice.</span><br />
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Entering the bedroom, she found a box sitting atop the bed with a note attached. Curiouser and curiouser. Gosh, this was making her crazy hot! The way he was able to control her without being anywhere around. The note read, “<i>Get undressed and change into this outfit. Take the blindfold and tie it around your eyes. Make sure that you cannot see. When you are done, sit in the chair and wait. <b><u>DO NOT MOVE</u>!</b>”</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quickly, she showered. She returned to the bedroom and went for the box. Her hands were trembling. He didn’t tell her how long she had to get ready. Was he watching? She must have jumped three feet in the air when her cell phone buzzed yet again. “<b><i>Did I tell you to shower</i>?!?</b>”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her heart seemed to stop beating for a second. How did he know? Was it coincidence? Was he merely trying to get a reaction out of her? Buzzzz. “<i>You must learn to follow directions, naughty girl. Do as you were told. <b>NOW!</b></i>” Her knees began to shake.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly, she opened the box. The image took her breath away. Inside was a fancy black lingerie set -- black bra and panties, as well as a black silk scarf. He did have such exquisite taste. He always bought her lingerie and her clothing purchases were subject to his approval on the occasions when he didn’t buy them himself. Quickly, she put on the lingerie and sat backwards in the chair. It made it easier to tie the blindfold around herself. She tripled checked it to make certain that she could not see. She wasn’t sure of his mood, but she certainly did not want to push her luck. Whatever his plan was for her, she had a feeling that he was not in a mood to abide her cheekiness.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The house was still and quiet. She wasn’t sure how long she should sit there or how long she had been waiting. What she did know was that she was beginning to lose all sense of time and place. Out of nowhere, music began playing in the background. It startled her so she actually yelped out loud. She couldn’t tell if he activated it by timer or by remote control. She had to admit that all this intrigue and mystery was an incredible turn on. She was getting her pretty new panties very wet indeed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She never heard him enter the room. She never saw him watching her. He loved the way she looked when the moonlight illuminated her skin. He especially loved the way she looked in the lingerie he picked out. When he saw it in the store, he knew she had to have it. He was stiff most of the day just thinking about how well she would wear it. An imperceptible smile crossed his face as he watched her head dart about at every creak or sound she heard.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He walked towards her and wrapped his forearm around her neck. She moaned as he applied pressure and whispered in her ear. “<i>I own you completely, yes?</i>” She could only shake her head as words seemed to abandon her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He helped her to her feet where he positioned her on her knees up on the bed. She let out a loud gasp as he ripped her panties off her body. She thought she would surely drown - for now her river truly began to crest and overflow. He smiled as he plunged his fingers inside her molten core.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> He put a finger inside her and she began to moan uncontrollably. "<i>Yes</i>," he said. "<i>I do love to hear you moan for me, especially when you want it so. You want it, don't you? " "Yes, Sir, please." </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"Then I shall give it to you."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> "Oh, yes, please, Sir, may I have it now?...I...ahhh, ahhhh.."</i> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, being blindfolded, she never saw the imperceptible smile on his face nor the flogger before it began to rain down on her perfectly exposed bottom...</span><br />
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baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-18773635289557336272011-07-28T10:25:00.000-04:002011-07-28T10:25:36.408-04:00Chicken Soup for the Submissive Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Do you believe?</span></div></div><br />
</div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-39241578396924038372011-07-26T11:41:00.001-04:002011-07-26T11:52:14.164-04:00Thoughts?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loujyzBmcL1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" width="360" /></div><br />
</div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-68685433367014481162011-07-24T09:23:00.001-04:002011-07-24T10:16:47.741-04:00One Question...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkH_1hAICQ8QVHOR9SkbYMUX2Nafrj95XshJMw6RIIxZMErlL2V_e4w2XjGxe1GC2-VppwUXuN86Et6eZxCSK4PRl1WD4lgqIdewxAH9ENy5ofYrv65VaYNArk6lW1aJky7Z9KA_u_HM/s1600/what-if1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkH_1hAICQ8QVHOR9SkbYMUX2Nafrj95XshJMw6RIIxZMErlL2V_e4w2XjGxe1GC2-VppwUXuN86Et6eZxCSK4PRl1WD4lgqIdewxAH9ENy5ofYrv65VaYNArk6lW1aJky7Z9KA_u_HM/s320/what-if1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if we took a moment to be thankful about that which we have, rather than complaining about what we feel is missing?</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if he is not 6’3’, 200 lbs, and #15 on the Forbes 100 list but rather an average guy who would slay dragons for you?</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if instead of compiling an endless list of all his “must have” traits, you actually log time being open to finding him?</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if, instead of bemoaning the fact that he <b><i>ALWAYS</i></b> manages to leave his wet towel on the floor, you bask in the fact that the <b><i>ALWAYS</i></b> places his hand at the small of you back as you work your way through the crowd?</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if instead of wanting to be right, you decide to be happy?</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if he isn't perfect but he is absolutely perfect for you?</span></li>
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</div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769258497120075064.post-20722454435888164112011-07-22T00:55:00.003-04:002011-08-15T12:15:44.454-04:00Orgasm, Denied<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu15Ul6IH0kszspSwjdIk8tMWf1oThRZoJsdXuz539lQiLfcFZqZXFyt-17paXXxJIb5i6GvlNK9peQcRcytf-T3z59e9vWjEYtFI-1PhE5UxsSgIXCOG9RtokK9WxSWwJ7ZJkkJ8MgM/s1600/roadtrip500douglasspics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu15Ul6IH0kszspSwjdIk8tMWf1oThRZoJsdXuz539lQiLfcFZqZXFyt-17paXXxJIb5i6GvlNK9peQcRcytf-T3z59e9vWjEYtFI-1PhE5UxsSgIXCOG9RtokK9WxSWwJ7ZJkkJ8MgM/s200/roadtrip500douglasspics.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the drive home, we pass the time by listening to music and talking. Important things, routine things, silly things -- there is no subject out of bounds for us. We have about a three hour drive before we arrive home. As we have been up since quite early this morning, the lull of the tires against the asphalt, the crooning of Sinatra and the comfort of your voice has conspired to lull me to sleep. You glance over and notice that I am dozing off. Your hand brushes my hair from my eyes. You smile and let me nap. </span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once home, you direct me to shower and then go directly to bed. I inquire about our bags, unpacking and the like, but you will not here of it. I offer to wait up, you decline it with a kiss to my forehead. You need to answer a few emails and tell me you will be up shortly.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Freshly showered, the last bit of energy is quickly abandoning me. I grab a sleep shirt and put it on. Although you decline my offer, I grab a book, sit in the bedroom easy chair and attempt to read for a few minutes in hopes you will soon be done. My eyes are so heavy. Perhaps if I close them for just a second….</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoEO5DDlLb2Bdb3U0Bb2x_hyphenhyphenW4CHv9OFJAappjiy0ASAw77-M6qVaZtz14h_2SAoxfqikvrdNqOnBZsEsZbHTT4hbUOw5NlXTMZDm1XGy9njQZOV-YSxRRQCK3iuRo5AwwIxog5xYaEc/s1600/bedside_lamp_matteo_cibic_love_design_yatzer_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoEO5DDlLb2Bdb3U0Bb2x_hyphenhyphenW4CHv9OFJAappjiy0ASAw77-M6qVaZtz14h_2SAoxfqikvrdNqOnBZsEsZbHTT4hbUOw5NlXTMZDm1XGy9njQZOV-YSxRRQCK3iuRo5AwwIxog5xYaEc/s200/bedside_lamp_matteo_cibic_love_design_yatzer_1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="183" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Done checking your emails, you come up to prepare for bed. Noticing the bed is empty, you look over. You smile a bit and remove the book that has fallen askew. After switching off the lamp, you scoop me up from the chair and place me onto the bed. I moan sleepily, but I am so tired I remain fast asleep. I never realize that I am in bed now, nor that you have left me to shower yourself.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You re-enter the bedroom and I am exactly as you left me. Taking a seat beside me, you lean in and whisper in my ear, “<i>You were supposed to go straight to bed, baby girl. You wanted to stay awake, then awake you shall be</i>.” A mischievous grin on your face, you raise my shirt a bit and reposition my legs so they are duly spread. You approach from the foot of the bed. Sliding between my legs, you manage to put my legs over your shoulders. I have made it easy for you to implement your deliciously wicked plan since I am sans panties. Slowly you kiss my perfectly smooth skin. I begin to stir but you are hardly done.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your fingers begin to probe my core and I come out of my sleep. The come hither motion you make with your finger inside me makes me gasp and makes the room feel like it’s floating. The flicking off your tongue around my lips and I am fully awake but have been robbed of speech. Fingers, lips, mouth, tongue - I am about to explode. “<i>Are you ready, baby girl?</i>” </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, Daddy.” I know better than to climax without permission, but I fear I can’t take much more.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>“Didn't Daddy tell you <b>not</b> to wait up?</i>” you ask while thrusting two fingers inside me.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry…please Daddy…I can’t. Please!</i>”</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcPqBVjvi1pnZc8WZOPLvf0gFKa2zfzH6YvWXvJS0K15KQocjMuNpipqP9AxVKJuuCg2MtQsqj0mCL5_o-PJggCnFH2ZnZfs2phmj2q9Xhc9kLpJ90NZnOcGZC7xWBw6OI4PV6YkJvCqg/s1600/orgasm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcPqBVjvi1pnZc8WZOPLvf0gFKa2zfzH6YvWXvJS0K15KQocjMuNpipqP9AxVKJuuCg2MtQsqj0mCL5_o-PJggCnFH2ZnZfs2phmj2q9Xhc9kLpJ90NZnOcGZC7xWBw6OI4PV6YkJvCqg/s200/orgasm.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sensations are taking over me now. Lips kissing secret places. Tongue invading private places. <i>“Oh..., ahh..., Daddy..</i>.” Though I can’t tell when it happened, I am now being betrayed by my vibrator. You are now increasing the intensity. Masterfully, your tongue and fingers bring me to the edge…and then back away. I writhe and pant and moan. You take the vibrator and slowly begin teasing me. I grab handfuls of the blanket and arch my back. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgUPkR_U1jXnpWOcu9zbOboFpQt0QgkqRormnWonu7MFOaNIXhTWMdEnweth2KV9Z1S-IiwvolOLBEGjZ-ZzUuVY_ua3nGoVXDPS8r3yZ2MT5lSqS-nxwTnQujBGWvH_dYRMg_Qo4hxk/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgUPkR_U1jXnpWOcu9zbOboFpQt0QgkqRormnWonu7MFOaNIXhTWMdEnweth2KV9Z1S-IiwvolOLBEGjZ-ZzUuVY_ua3nGoVXDPS8r3yZ2MT5lSqS-nxwTnQujBGWvH_dYRMg_Qo4hxk/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You take this moment to thrust your tongue inside the volcano erupting between my legs as the hot lava now flows freely. With every buzz, the vibrator pushes me further and further into the mire of ecstasy. An enervated, “<i>Daddy</i>” is all I can muster. The vibe hits my sweet spot and my body begins to thrash. I am panting and crying out. One last thrust of your tongue and I begin to convulse. Any second now, the volcano will erupt. I fight to contain it by grabbing the blankets. Amidst my laboured breathing, I hear you say, “<i>When I give you a direction, I expect you to follow it. You will <b>not</b> come</i>.” You place you finger inside me, place the vibe right on the spot that you’ve come to know so well, and I tremble and shake and <b><i>omigod</i></b>, I can’t hold back…and just as I see the white light of climax approach…</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You stop.</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a convulsion of sensory overload from what almost was. You smile, kiss the forehead of my now trembling body as I try to regulating my breathing. You turn me over on my belly and stroke my hair as I slowly begin to catch my breath.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>Consider that your punishment, baby girl. Orgasm, denied</i>.”</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An almost imperceptible smile crosses your face. <i>"But, if it makes you feel any better, there is something you <b>can</b> have,"</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCYhoCraynHKiajMHJWjyUp4rnNUNHfrat8mPpBuxomgHGOrndHEtfxugrAypWClirpX-GqJf6lCXSSfLrq7DtvThyphenhyphenDKTvFem9QhcNNNp_So1FoGSF2kFku0ciI3Q5MCyHc-qiJ_wx1s/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCYhoCraynHKiajMHJWjyUp4rnNUNHfrat8mPpBuxomgHGOrndHEtfxugrAypWClirpX-GqJf6lCXSSfLrq7DtvThyphenhyphenDKTvFem9QhcNNNp_So1FoGSF2kFku0ciI3Q5MCyHc-qiJ_wx1s/s200/1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="126" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you say, reaching for the hairbrush on the bedside table...</span></div></div>baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12511777816152397161noreply@blogger.com12