I Need To Put Out A Personal Ad For This Exact Thing. Exactly What I Want In A Daddy Or Sexual Partner.

Pretty pretty please, Daddy? I’ve had such a long day & I need the cuddles to calm me. You know when I’ve relaxed and when I need your fingers and cock inside of me. All the way in, so deep, your big hard cock, stretching me so much as you tell me all the filthy things you’re gonna do with me…. I don’t have to work in the morning, so go ahead & fuck me until I can’t walk straight. You have no idea how much I need it. So much. 🥺🥵

Low-key I just wanna cuddle until things get nasty and we’re having filthy slow sex 🥺

Baby corgis!!! I’m so in love 😍😍

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I love good smut so much… Daddy can read the dirty parts to me while he fingers me slowly… making me beg for more just like the naughty girl in the story we’re reading. Bonus points if Daddy makes the moans and growls and other sound effects too 😅😅

We could read smut together and call it a date

We should be fucking each other multiple times a day instead of living so far apart. I should be cockwarming you instead of obsessing over your dick pics.

All a little girl ever wants. As much as she wants spankies, she wants Daddy more. Craves his touch and comfort more. Little girls are eager to play, but only Daddy knows what we really need.

Presence

We had all these plans and I was excited. Even got a new paddle to try out. He warmed me up slowly with hand spanks first. I started to cry but that was normal- at least I thought. Somehow they must have sounded different to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” he asked, rubbing my warm bottom with his big hand.

“O, O yes- um-sure. I love it all,” I gulped, and slithered to my knees so he could tie my hands behind me. 

“Alright, here comes the rope,” he said. I could feel it go around my wrists. Gentle but confining. At the first tug I burst into louder tears. Deep, racking sobs. Immediately he tossed the rope aside and pulled me into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He held me to his chest as I sobbed and sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening. I really wanted to do all this and we waited and I love your spanks and I’m sorry and it’s allsobadandIcan’thelpit…” My words were muffled against his chest as he rocked me to and fro, stroking my hair. “It’s ok, baby,” he kept saying, soothingly, and gradually I calmed down.

We sat there for a few minutes while he talked with me.

“Can we start again, please?” I asked. He shook his head.

“No, baby, spanks is not what you need tonight. No fucking either. You need something else.” With that he led me to the bathroom and began running a shower. I was a little frantic. 

“But…you waited almost a week and I don’t want to disappoint you? I’m so sorry.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

“It’s not about that, baby. It’s about taking care of you. Now, get in the shower with me.” In there he took his time. Washing my hair, holding me, asking questions about work and school. After a bit it came spilling out- the overtime, my Dad was sick, I was worried about the midterm, couldn’t afford to go to my cousin’s wedding- small things that just built up over time. He listened and nodded through it all, even to drying my hair and putting jammies on me.

“You’ve just been dealing with too much, sweetie,” he said as we curled up under the sheets. “And it came barreling out all at once.”

“But usually spanks help that.” I was very confused.

“You’re right, they do. But not tonight. It’s ok. That’s my job to know that, to help you,” I looked at him with big eyes. “Now, I want you to roll over and just relax, feel me pet you.” Reluctantly I rolled to my side, still feeling guilty that we hadn’t played.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I whispered into the air.

“There’s no sorry, baby girl. Just focus on my hand. Feel me touch you. Breathe.” I closed my eyes and tried to do as he said.

He stroked my hair away from my forehead so slowly, the best feeling. Then down to my neck and back up, again and again. Gently, tenderly. I could feel the stress melt away, the inner tears dissolve. His hands were light and warm, molding to my head, hovering over my ears. I could feel his solid chest behind me.

“Now say after me, very softly. Daddy loves me.”

Eyes still closed, I repeated in a whisper. “Daddy loves me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“That’s it, darling. Now just go to sleep. I have you.”

There’s a misnomer that aftercare is a “reward” for the sub after she has performed correctly, doing x y z in a scene. Although aftercare is definitely rewarding, it is not a carrot/stick type of situation. Life happens. People have feelings and emotions. Even if your sub isn’t in the mental space to do what you had originally planned, that is no reason to separate from her. In fact, that is more of a reason to be present and take care of her. Be a human being first, a Dom second.

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This is not a want, but a need. Document everything so we can watch it later together or you send me a screenshot showing me exactly what you want to do next time. I want my man to look at me being a slut everyday and know I want it all.

Soooooooo we going to fill your phone's gallery up with us doing the most disrespectful shit to each other or what...? 💕

I needed this tonight. I’ve felt often that I am not worthy of this love, or I don’t deserve the love I get back. My heart is huge. When my walls are down, I wear it on my sleeve. It gets broken so easily. But I need to teach myself that it’s not my fault for loving them. If they do not want to receive that love, that is their problem, not mine

A Gentle Reminder

Sometimes, when I look back at my life, I am tempted to think that my biggest problem is that I love people too much. It’s an easy thing to think, but I have to remind myself that loving someone is never the problem. It is never wrong to add to the amount of love in the universe, or to express love towards another creature in it.

Some of the actual problems are:

- The other person not being able to return the love they were given (their problem, not mine).

- The other person not knowing what love really is and confusing what they felt for love, only to find out later that they were wrong (again, their problem)

- Sometimes love isn’t enough (just a fact)

- They weren’t ready to receive that love (still not a problem with me)

- I wasn’t able to provide them with the type of love that they were seeking (compatibility issue, loving them still wasn’t a mistake)

You are good enough, even if you aren’t right for the people in your past. Maybe they weren’t able to appreciate you and what you were offering to them, but that’s okay. Maybe they treated you badly and you thought that if you just loved them more, they would treat you better (this never works, because if they weren’t able to appreciate you to begin with, they won’t be able to appreciate even more of you).

Whatever you’ve been through, you are still worth loving. You are still good and deserving of love and respect. You still have worth.

Goodnight, Tumblr. Be kind to one another.

Handy men are my weakness 😍♥️

Dirty talk, the right amount of humiliation kink & a touch of praise kink, Daddy you know exactly what I need 🥵🥺🥺

What's the matter, baby? You don't like when I repeat all those filthy things you said before? Oh, but you do. I can see how you squirm and shift when I remind you. You were telling me how good it felt, the way things were moving inside you, how you needed more. But you can't help it, can you? You can't focus enough to stop those dirty things from leaving your sweet little mouth. Darling, it's so cute when you try to hide your face from me. It's okay. You and I both know how you turn into a sweet, needy, desperate little toy when I play with you. What a cute little whimper that was! Now then, let's see what else you'll say now that you're worked up again.

Please let me cockwarm you after making love, Daddy. You know I need your big cock deep inside of me to feel truly whole and so so full. At first it’s a grind here or an adjustment there, but your cock fits so nicely inside me like we were made for each other…. I need to start thrusting my hips for some friction… my pussy aches & burns in need…. Call me your horny little slut because that’s what I am. Fuck me again, this time so much harder, Daddy. Fuck me hard.🥺🥺🤤

Ok ok but imagine spooning after fucking all cuddled up against them all nice and warm with their arms wrapped around you, as you feel them slide themselves back into you, not thrusting just using you to cockwarm them making you feel nice and full, your head spinning as you get turned on again as you start to slowly move your hips to get more friction only for your dom to pin you down, ass up and call you a pathetic horny little slut before pounding into you again