He hovers above her,
His cock hard and pulsating,
As it skims the curves of her ass.
She lies nude beneath him,
On her tum,
Hands holding her favourite book
Open and ready.
As his cock traces her anus
Down to her slit
He whispers in her ear
Breath on her earlobe
‘Finish the chapter, sweetling’
Her breath comes
In quivering gasps
I love baby girls. I love little ones. Whatever definition you want to put to that adorable persona, I love that.
This one is hard to write because at the same time, there are an infinite number of submissives that are beautiful people and equally as intoxicating. But I guess, It seems to me – in my never ending quest to ‘find myself’ – that the submissive that I am drawn to is the little girl persona. Or maybe it’s just my mindset in this particular moment, I’m unsure.
Remember how I said I had an overwhelming need to help people in this field and more? Kind of like a BDSM therapist, to risk sounding conceited? Well the Daddy Dom in me gets that way at times – where I crave that persona – the girl to tuck into bed, read Alice in wonderland to and buy colouring books for. And if she eats all her vegetables, she will get a reward – my cock hovering over her tits as I praise her magnificent body.
It goes beyond sexuality and persona though. I am interested in her identity. Who is she? Where has she come from? Seeds have been planted for her to grow into something so sweet and I want to understand her. To me, that’s a big part of why I write as well on this site. It just makes me sit back and wonder and write long sprawling entries like these.
But, ugh, just look at the photo I have put in this entry. A topless girl with her favourite teddy, in her own skin and smiling. Gorgeous. I love it.
So I guess the concept sings to me because there’s a Dad in me that comes out every so often. And that is beautiful to me.