Dear Daddy,
Thank you for caring. You saw that things were hard for me. You knew before anyone else that I was falling and you were there to catch me. It's hard not being able to talk to you a lot, but I know why. Things are hectic on both our sides so I cherish all the time we do get to talk. You are the best Daddy ever and I never tell you enough how much you mean to me. You are the reason I keep going and pushing myself to do better and climb out of my hole. Our relationship is weird to so many people but I don't care. I think it's fun to watch people figure out how you can be my Daddy Dom without ever being sexual or romantic with me. :)
You've been one of my best friends since high school. I could tell you anything and you never judged me for it. You were always there to help me with my art classes and help me get better. I was confident in my skills because you helped me. Then we lived together when I moved to Wisconsin. And although we may have all had our disagreements, I loved every moment of living with you and Papa Bear! You two were the best company I had in the apartment.
You and I go way back Daddy, and even when we didn't know what it was, you always watched over me. You made sure people didn't pick on me, that I was eating, that I was ready for practice. You were the only one to see me cry when we got the news about my friend David getting shot during out Junior year. You were the first to see my breakdown when we learned about Juan getting killed. I remember you, Papa Bear, dickwad, and I going to the mall and you constantly nagging me about eating so many gummi bears and not sharing.
Sometimes, I wish I could explain better just what you mean to me but I'm always at a loss of words. No matter what happens, I know you'll be there to catch me before I hit bottom. You are forever my Daddy and you will be the only one. Sometimes I wish I could just climb through the screen and curl into your arms, but just knowing you're a text away helps so much. I hope to always make you proud to call me your sweetpea.
Daddy, you will always be the King who shields my heart from all the wayward knights trying to steal it away. Thank you for being such a wonderful man. I love you Daddy <3
Addy
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Application for a Piece of Ass - Currently Open
So I'm bored today and don't have much to say. There will be a Poly Prom this friday, and I'll be spending the weekend at a friend's house for some play time. Otherwise, here's a fun application. I'm currently accepting apps ;) hehehe
Still shivering
So the miraculous happened the other day...I'm still in a bit of shock that it did.It was date number two and I wasn't sure what to expect. J came over and look dashing, even in a tshirt and jeans. My face lit up, but I hid it pretty well. Our first date had been low key and awesome, so I had hoped that it would be just as great.
It turned out awesome. We watched movies, chatted a bit, and cuddled. I was able to behave for a long while before the urge to kiss him got to be too much. His kisses were awesome, they were gentle yet passionate, they captivated me. I was able to hold off for a lot longer than I thought. We made out like teenagers, it was awesome. Midway through the movie, he had me take my shirt off. He didn't really do anything, he just trailed his fingers along my arms and tummy. I told him I felt iffy about having my tummy touched because of my insecurities, but he was a great guy about it. Then...of his shirt went. Then my skirt...and then he started to tease me.
Let me start by saying, those who have played with me or seen me play before know I have a HARD time being quiet. I just can't be, I'm not programmed that way. I moan, I gasp, I fucking scream..and loud. Also, I'm sensitive to touches. I love nothing more than having fingers trailed across my bare skin. I melt and go into my own space, floating away to joy.
Yet, J was able to get me to be quiet. It was the way his words rolled off his tongue, how he breathed them into my ear. "Turn, watch the movie, and be quiet. I don't want to hear a noise out of you." So I turned to watch the movie and his arms snaked around me. For a minute, I thought he just wanted us to finish the movie, but I was wrong. His touches were just the right mixture of a determined touch, fleeting softly across my skin. I almost gasped but bit down on my lip. I knew that if I failed, the touching would stop.
The next thing I know, I am off in my happy space, I've orgasmed twice, and I had yet to make a noise (I almost made my lip bleed though). So J learned in, kissed my ear and told me something I had been craving to hear for months "Good girl. I'm proud of you" I melted against him and I couldn't take it, my lips were pressed to his.
The rest of the night was wonderful. I won't say the details, but it put a huge smile on my face. It was exactly what I needed. And J ended up making me a squirming, hyper-sensitive, babbling girl who curled into a ball and all he did was stroke my back and whisper into my ear until I recovered.
Thinking back to the other day, I still smile. I still can feel his breath on my neck, his lips kissing all the right places, and his fingers gliding over my skin...I can feel his body on mine, I can hear him whispering in my ear...and I am forced to hold on, close my eyes, and bite down on my lip.
Did I mention that he's mostly vanilla...
It turned out awesome. We watched movies, chatted a bit, and cuddled. I was able to behave for a long while before the urge to kiss him got to be too much. His kisses were awesome, they were gentle yet passionate, they captivated me. I was able to hold off for a lot longer than I thought. We made out like teenagers, it was awesome. Midway through the movie, he had me take my shirt off. He didn't really do anything, he just trailed his fingers along my arms and tummy. I told him I felt iffy about having my tummy touched because of my insecurities, but he was a great guy about it. Then...of his shirt went. Then my skirt...and then he started to tease me.
Let me start by saying, those who have played with me or seen me play before know I have a HARD time being quiet. I just can't be, I'm not programmed that way. I moan, I gasp, I fucking scream..and loud. Also, I'm sensitive to touches. I love nothing more than having fingers trailed across my bare skin. I melt and go into my own space, floating away to joy.
Yet, J was able to get me to be quiet. It was the way his words rolled off his tongue, how he breathed them into my ear. "Turn, watch the movie, and be quiet. I don't want to hear a noise out of you." So I turned to watch the movie and his arms snaked around me. For a minute, I thought he just wanted us to finish the movie, but I was wrong. His touches were just the right mixture of a determined touch, fleeting softly across my skin. I almost gasped but bit down on my lip. I knew that if I failed, the touching would stop.
The next thing I know, I am off in my happy space, I've orgasmed twice, and I had yet to make a noise (I almost made my lip bleed though). So J learned in, kissed my ear and told me something I had been craving to hear for months "Good girl. I'm proud of you" I melted against him and I couldn't take it, my lips were pressed to his.
The rest of the night was wonderful. I won't say the details, but it put a huge smile on my face. It was exactly what I needed. And J ended up making me a squirming, hyper-sensitive, babbling girl who curled into a ball and all he did was stroke my back and whisper into my ear until I recovered.
Thinking back to the other day, I still smile. I still can feel his breath on my neck, his lips kissing all the right places, and his fingers gliding over my skin...I can feel his body on mine, I can hear him whispering in my ear...and I am forced to hold on, close my eyes, and bite down on my lip.
Did I mention that he's mostly vanilla...
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