Coming down from sunning herself on the windowsill. Daddy comes over and pets his babygirl gently as she nuzzles His hand.
I am submissive; that does not mean I am not strong or that I cannot speak for myself. It does not mean that I have poor self-esteem. It does not mean that I wish to be slapped in the face, on the breasts or between my legs. I don’t want to be spit on or urinated on. I want to be treasured. I want to be beautiful in your eyes. That does not mean I don’t like it rough sometimes and don’t doubt you will hear me scream your name. I am hungry for you. It’s just that I want to be there for you when you are down and there when you are happy. I want to make your sexual fantasies a reality. I want you to be able to look in my eyes and know that I am yours.
I am submissive, yes, and soft in all the right ways. Love me, cherish me and give me your heart; I will guard it with my life.
beautifulhideousangelicdevilish:
August 10th, 2011
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from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
Also an always reblog. I was at this rally. ;~;
Aww… Daddy still in his suit.
When Daddy got home from work, he couldn’t bother changing before taking his girl.
her clit rubbing against his belt in just the right way.
When missing Daddy turns into an irresistible need…
Daddy stands in the doorway watching his babygirl.
“babygirl?”
she turns around covering herself with a pillow.
“Daddy!!”
BDSM Problem #244
When every time you’re at a restaurant with candles on the table you get really awkward for the first few minutes
*must resist grabbing the candle and dripping the hot wax on myself*
