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Tell me how much you want me to come over. Give me an excuse to drop everything I’m doing, get in the car and race to you. Make me forget what else I have to do today. Give me a reason to be irresponsible, out of control and careless.
I’m waiting. Just say the word and I’ll drop everything for you right now. Nothing will matter until I leave you again. You know how easy it is for you to do that to me.
It’s not that I won’t come anyway. I just want to hear you say it. Tell me.
(via butterflyslut)
This photo is so incredible… I want a copy for myself! Its so sweet, and makes me feel that warm feeling I get when Daddy envelops me in his arms in this very position. And then… and then this writing brings a whole ‘nother meaning to it! ;)
Enjoy!
On Mornings With a Dominant
A submissive sleeps blissfully after a particularly intense evening with her Dominant. As do I. However, I look forward to mornings after. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to awake and feel my girl curled up against me asleep, relaxed and content.
I generally rise before my girl. And like most men, I often rise aroused. This creates the opportunity for a most special morning with my girl. I first trace the curves I have come to love, running my finger tips lightly over her flesh. I then bring my body over hers and envelop her in my arms, allowing my body heat to warm her everywhere. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek gently as I allow my stiffening cock to nestle between the cheeks of her relaxed ass.
I roll my hips against the length of her ass, gently rutting, and enjoying her soft flesh. As I go, I can feel her stir long before she wakes. Her hips begin to gently roll, and her ass slowly arches up along the length of my cock, gripping my shaft between her cheeks and providing the most incredible display of her own submissive hunger.
My tempo increases as she undulates, and her motion becomes more purposeful. I keep her pinned under me - immobilizing her with the weight of my body and the grip of my hands. This causes her to rouse from her sleep, instinctively searching with her ass for the hard shaft she now feels. I slide my cock into her now-dripping pussy, and she comes to her senses with a guttural “unnnggGGHHHH”.
I grip her tighter - keeping her still as I thrust deeply - pulling her legs together as I straddle her and use the full length of my shaft to penetrate her fully. My gentle embrace is now a full-fledged pounding, and I hear her whimper and moan as I have my way with her. She is fully awake and aroused by her helpless position, and she responds with more forceful undulation, trying to draw my cock into her hot, buttered velvet.
I take her by the hair now, forcing her first to look up and back at me, and then pushing her face down into the bed. She gushes anew, and bucks her hips against my body, her whimpers and moans soon giving way to a repeated, favorite phrase…
“Please Sir, May I cum for you? Pullleeeaaszzzeee SIR, MAY I CUM FOR YOU?”
I begin to buck my hips, my constant pounding now giving way to arrhythmic thrusts and jabs deep into her. As my orgasm mounts and I surge, I call to her with the words she has been yearning to hear.
“Cum for ME, girl!”
Moments later, I draw her back up into my arms and envelop her under me gently. I kiss her cheek and whisper softly….
“Good morning girl…..did you sleep well?”
The smile she returns speaks louder than words. No matter how blissful her slumber was, she enjoyed her morning with her Dominant much, much more.
How I love this dance on the fringe of darkness.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
(via fuckyeahsirharder)
Work left behind.
The need.
The desire too strong.
Our passion for each other too much.
We’d been tossing back and forth those looks.
Words laced with such delicious meaning.
We’ve teased as the hours passed.
Leaving us in excruciatingly wonderful agony.
That’s over now.
It has to be.
What we crave takes over.
Our clothes are gone.
Our hands, they take.
They tempt
They tease.
They consume.
Each touch.
Every taste.
Wanting more.
Of you. Of me. Of us…
(Source: her-little-boudoir, via delusionsofyouraveragejoe)
I’ve got a fever and the only prescription….
I soo want another girl to play with!
(via withmyheartwideopen)
Forever reblogGonna happen.
This is hot.
Sometimes it’s a game, to see how fast I can make him cum if I’m clever and use all of my best tricks. Some people call it topping from the bottom, but sometimes I like to be as good as I can for him. I like to hijack his plans. I like to make him lose control.
I know just the right way to arch, just the right way to moan, and just the right things to say, and before he knows it he’s lost.
Last night I got him so worked up, I played it just right and waited for the perfect moment and then I looked him in the eyes and said “Do you miss that other pussy Daddy?” And that was it. “Fuck you,” he groaned as he shook and came and his arms buckled and he crashed down on top of me. “And fuck that smug look on your face,” but his smile was so big, and so was mine.
Game over.
Heart wins.
(Source: tumblr-mais-18, via princesshoneycunt)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY