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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Prompt- Letter

Pretend you are writing a thank you letter to someone you know in the Lifestyle.

Dear Bubbles,

I remember when I first started fetlife I was still very much in the dark as to how the whole thing worked. I didn't know if I could contact anyone, or if it was more like how I operate facebook and only those who I know in real life I add and talk to. I was contributing somewhat, but not to any real degree. I couldn't find any threads and when I did, someone else had already said what I would have. One day I found something that you said on a thread and it connected with me. I cannot remember what thread it was, I wish I did.

But anyway, that led me to your profile. I read your "about me" and the way you described your relationship was so... true. It felt like my words had been taken from me and were written on the screen. Whether or not it was correct protocol, I messaged you. I couldn't NOT message you. You were so friendly and just so happened to live really close. I was so happy when we started talking. You were such a genuine person. You were so nice and most of what you said I could directly relate to. Coming from a place where not too many could relate to me [or who I could relate to], it was amazing for me.

When we met, the connection you have with Shrew just was amazing to see. It was so much more intense than anything you had typed. Words cannot describe the love you have for each other. It is amazing to see you both together. Like I have said here before, I totally have a couple's crush on the both of you. You both are such great people individually and together you are this super power.

I want to thank you for being there to just talk, to ask questions, and to have you in my life even in the small way that you are. You are a fantastic person and I feel comfortable around you. You might be one of the best people I have ever met in my entire life. I know it sometimes seems cheesy when people say "don't ever change" but truly, don't ever change. Because you are an amazing person and I am lucky to have met you.

Thank you.

The Future

My Daddy tasked me with something that is a tad difficult for me. He told me that I should write out what I want in both the short and long term. It is for me, not him. It is hard mostly because I have a hard time sometimes admitting to myself what I want. Especially in the long term.

So let's start in the short term. In the next month I want to get settled in my new place. I think that is the most broad I can answer this and have it encompass everything. I want to get into my routine. I want to get a job. I want to take care of Daddy. I want to clean his house. I want to be in that position for him, to do whatever he wants of me. I know it seems like it may not be for me, but more than anything it will make me happy. And that is what I hope to achieve in the next month. I want to be happy.

I don't want it to sound like I was depressed, because I definitely wasn't. I am always a pretty happy person, however my home life wasn't good. I wasn't happy in that situation. It finally got to be too much. But, I know that this move is going to be so good for me.

In the long term? Well... I don't know. I want a life. I want to teach. I want other things that make me scared to admit. I want a family. I want happiness. I want to be able to succeed in every way. I want to succeed in home, work, family. The one that scares me most to admit is the family part. It is what I want though. So, I will admit it.

I want happiness. Whether I am talking about short or long term, I want happiness. That is what I am working towards. Simple perhaps, and maybe that is what everyone is working for. I hope this fills whatever my Daddy had in mind for me. Maybe a glimpse into what I want when I am down there. I want happiness. And to be honest, I want him. In the short term. And in the long term. That perhaps is hard for me as well. Admitting that I want him. It scares me. However, happiness is what I want. I can see happiness with him. So I don't know if I did what he was expecting with this. I hope I did. If not, expect another blog. :-P

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Fantasy - Rape me.

It is Sunday and I was horny all day today. My pussy soaked through my panties. The cotton material was stuck to me and my scent was all I could smell. I tried to keep my mind off of my desire; I started listening to music and dancing. That didn't help though, my moves were too sexual. I finally stopped fighting it and hopped into my bed. I pulled out my little vibe and pushed aside my panties as this fantasy played in my head...

I am washing the kitchen floors. My headphones are blocking out any noise, music blaring into my ears. My hips are swaying to the music, my shorts are more like panties they are so short. I'm only wearing them and a sports bra. I should be alone in the house but I feel strange all of a sudden. I turn around and see him, standing in the doorway, licking his lips. I go to run but slip on the wet floor as I try to get up. A growl of a laugh comes from him. I try to stand up once again as he slowly walks over. As I finally get to my feet he grabs my wrist and tugs me down to the floor again. I start to scream out for help but he twists my arm until I am screaming in pain and he tells me to shut up. I listen and shut my mouth. He rips off my shorts and panties in one quick swipe. He calls me names. Filthy whore, as he dumps the dirty water over my face. I am gasping for breath. He just laughs. He shoves me into the position that he wants and takes me hard. Nasty slut. Your cunt is dripping. Disgusting bitch. I am left like that when he finishes. He walks out of the door, leaving me in a cold heap on the floor.

Simple Post.

I want his tongue.

I want his cock.

Mmmm.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

My Kinky Life

I have written about my family before here, and how they found out about my Daddy and some of them know I am kinky. Before, when I was hiding my Daddy from them, I was sad and upset. I hate lying and I really hated hiding a part of myself from my mother especially. My mom and I are the only two people in my nuclear family. We were always really close and I pretty much told her everything. I knew there would come a time where I would not tell her everything, however it felt strange when it happened.

I was relieved when my mom found out about my Daddy and I, because it meant I could stop lying about where I was going and who I was talking to. However, I was only met with more hiding that I did not even consider before, my kinkiness. I feel like I want to talk to her, but I realize that she does not understand. She said something yesterday about how she doesn't think sex should be like how I have it. She made some comments about how she doesn't understand why it has to be like that every time. Then, when I tried to tell her that it isn't like that every time, she didn't want to listen because she doesn't want to know about my sex life. I will say, I don't want her knowing about my sex life either. However, I don't want her walking around believing things that aren't true.

I understand that she doesn't understand what I am doing. As much as I want to sit next to her and tell her how excited I am about things such as collaring, I know that she doesn't [and most likely will never] understand. It saddens me to a certain degree. It actually saddens me quite a bit. There is nothing I can do about it. I can only hope to move forward and get back to a semi-regular relationship. Hopefully one day she will stop judging me. Fingers crossed.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Prompt- Kneeling

How do you feel when you kneel or crawl?

I remember the first time that I was at my Daddy's feet, it was in the very first weekend that we met. It is one of the things that I remember so well, it is burned into my memory. It was simple enough, he was asking me what I did and did not like, but it was how we were, me at his feet, that made me feel... so calm. I loved that moment. Something inside of me was set alive at that moment. I love
the way that he makes me feel. I love being below him. I love sitting at his feet.

I have started kneeling for him from time to time on webcam. I also kneel for him even when he isn't on webcam. It is this magnificent feeling that calms me. I can close my eyes and feel at peace. I am so in love with him, and it give me this inner centered calmness. I love it, and I love him.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Prompt- Thankfullness.

What are you thankful for in your relationship or with your partner?

There are so many, many things I am thankful for in my relationship. I start to think of them and it is actually overwhelming. No matter how many things I list here I will always have more that I am thankful for. So please do not take this as a comprehensive list.

I am thankful for my Daddy. [Obviously] I am thankful that he contacted me on the website that we were on. I am thankful that I decided to message him back. I am thankful that I opened myself up enough to accept the love that I found. I am thankful that I decided to put my fears aside and meet him. I am thankful that he loves me. I am thankful that he doesn't judge me based on my family. I am thankful that he listens to me. I am thankful that he calls me before bed. I am thankful that he is open-minded and accepting. I am thankful that he is kind, caring, compassionate, loving, funny, smart, laidback, calming, etc etc etc. I am thankful for every moment that I have spent with him, and every moment that I will spend with him in the future, because those are the moments where I am my happiest.

Stream of Consciousness III

Alright everybody. Twelve minutes. Starting now.

I am scared. I am so deathly afraid these days. Being in love is the most wonderful feeling ever. I masturbated today with Ben-Wa balls in. It was one of the most intense orgasms of this week. I loved it. Mmmm. I was reading a story about gay guys. That seems to be the only thing that can get me off these days. I tried watching gay porn to see if it had the same effect... It didn't. I had to turn it off, it did nothing for me. But the stories definitely did. In fact, when my Daddy and I were together and he went out for a conference call he allowed me to play and use his computer to find stories. I was in the middle of using a gay story, so sorry Daddy, you have gay porn stories in your cookies, or history, or whatever.

I'm horrible with computers. Oh, but is it bad that I wish I could have finished getting off by myself? Daddy came back from his call about thirty minutes early and I was *so* close. He ate me out and I came, but still, sort of wish that I could have gotten myself off. Which is weird, but whatever. I like masturbating. I like sex more though. I miss sex. I seriously miss sex. I miss my Daddy. I think about him all the time. It can be quite inconvenient when I am trying to keep my concentration and all I can think about is his thick cock or something of the like. That's not even true, I think about his cock often, but more often, I just think about him. I love him. I am in love with him. He makes me so happy. I feel like I am floating everywhere.

I really want to be spanked. I want my ass a bright red. I want him to hurt me. I hate that I have to wait another month before anything else happens. I detest the distance more and more every time he leaves. I feel so alone. I want him. I want him. I want him. That is all that runs through my mind. I love him.

I love fetlife. I love that it connects me to the people in the community. How wonderful is that? I met Bubbles through fetlife. I really like Bubbles. I like what she has to say, and more than that, I like her relationship. The way she presents how she feels resonates with me because I can identify so readily with it.

I love my Daddy. I love my Daddy's freckles. I love my Daddy's red hair. I seriously love my Daddy's red hair. I never even considered hair color before. But his hair is so amazing. I love it. I was thinking about his hair yesterday. I love his hair. Gosh, that is repetitive. Oh well, that is the harm of doing this thing, my brain can be repetitive.

I am only wearing a shirt and a bra. Oh, and Ben-Wa balls. My pussy is soaking. I masturbated about twenty minutes ago. Oh, I already told you that... Whoops.

I need money.

I love my friends. I miss a lot of my friends from high school. They were an attentive bunch, always listening to my sex-capades. What better friends can you ask for? Friends that listen to all your sex-ventures and don't judge!

Alright, that was 12 minutes. :)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

'Nilla vs. Kinky

I was talking with my friend Platinum the other day. She is vanilla, but is so extremely open to hearing everything I talk about. Which is absolutely fantastic. I love her. I was worried the first time I mentioned rape, thinking that she would throw me out on the highway to get run over by a car going 120 miles per hour. Instead she listened and understood that it is a fantasy and that I don't condone real rape. I don't get why certain people don't get that. But anyway, she is an amazing friend. That is not what this blog is about though.

This blog is about sex. Everyone [well almost everyone] is having it. I don't understand why my kinky preferences are such a big deal. But, that isn't what this blog is about either. This blog is about vanilla sex. I don't understand it. I have it from time to time. I love it. Sometimes I crave it. However, I know I couldn't have it without the kinky things there too. I would find it boring. I have found it boring. My first relationship that included sex was a top/bottom [that is the only proper definition in my opinion] relationship. It included pain. So perhaps it couldn't even go as far as top/bottom but as far as sadist/masochist. [Once again, that is not what this blog is about either...] Then I had sex with a couple of guys before my Daddy. The guys in between were boring in bed. I always wanted more. I wanted pain, I wanted kinky. I know how great it is to take things slow and to not always be kinky, but I could not do it for very long. I get bored after a while. It is like my mind wanders to other things... [What was the homework for English?... Did you see what so-and-so was wearing today?... That was a horrible speech...]

Once again, this is me. I'm sure that if this is true for me, then the opposite must be true for others. I'm not saying that this is how it is, I'm saying this is how it is for me. I'm also not putting down vanilla sex. I love vanilla sex, in moderation. I love it when my Daddy and I are together and it isn't all kinky and naughty, it is something more soft. I feel like I have to qualify that with saying that kinky sex can be soft too, and that hard sex isn't always kinky. Sex is like the rainbow, there is so many different kinds. I am just giving my view on something...

Friday, September 18, 2009

Next Time

I miss my Daddy. However, I am really really really really really looking forward to the next time we are together. On my other blog I wrote about all of the regular things that I want to do the next time we are together, like sleeping together, kissing, and holding hands. *insert awwww sound here*

What I am also looking forward to is all of the magically amazing things we do in [and out] of bed. I am actually really looking forward to being spanked. If I am going to make a trip down by him, he has a paddle that I am looking forward to get acquainted with. I want my ass to be so red that it is the same color as a stop sign. I want his cock. I want to be raped [big surprise]. I want more rope. Lots and lots of rope. I want to be taken. I want sex. I want to be a heap of satisfied mass. I want Him....

I want lots more, but that is a rundown...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Sunday, September 13th

I did not like waking up on Sunday. I knew in my heart that my Daddy was leaving, as soon as I started to wake up that was in my mind. I felt the tears starting to well up. I left the bed to go to the bathroom, cried for a moment only to compose myself so I could get back into bed. I snuggled back under the covers when my Daddy started to touch. I started to squirm. To be honest, I didn't want his touch because I wanted to go back to sleep because in my mind if I went back to sleep, Sunday would never come and we could stay there... together. That is all I want, I just want to be with him. My squirming was seen to be resistance and to do the play rape that I had been asking for. I didn't mind, as my wet cunt could tell you.

After the rape I curled under the covers. Not sure if I was seeking warmth, or hiding from leaving. It was a hard day for me. The day he leaves always is a hard day. It is even hard writing this. I may or may not be crying [although leaning more towards may]. Although one of my favorite moments was right before we were leaving the hotel room and I was over by the bed clearing my stuff when he came up behind me, pushed my face into the bed and pulled my dress up and started fucking me. His cock is amazing.

We ended up going out to eat and watch the football game. :) I enjoyed myself [despite what the tears may have been saying]. I dropped him off at the airport and cried again. Big surprise. I got through most of my drive home without crying. I was two miles away from my house when I broke down again. I didn't want to be going back to my house, because it hit it home that I wasn't going home to him...

It is still hard that he is not here. However, I am looking forward to the next time that he is here. Which I think will be in November... I miss him like hell...

Saturday, Sept 12th

Waking up Saturday was pleasant. I knew that I would hopefully be seeing one of my favorite kinky people. This girl I met on fetlife and was attracted to what she said about her fiance, it resonated with me. You can tell from everything that she says that they are in love, and I adore that. I am going to call her... Bubbles. :D I like that. She is so nice and bubbly and seriously one of my favorite kinky people. Well, I knew that I was most likely going to be seeing Bubbles and her finance [who I will call... Shrew]. I was super excited.

I texted Bubbles and we talked about a fest that was going on, but she told me about another fest that was happening closer to her so we decided to go there instead. I was thrilled! I really wanted to get together with Bubbles and Shrew. They are such a great couple. Daddy and I ended up meeting them at the perfect time. Despite my lamenting that we were going to be late. Bubbles was wearing this really amazing collar that I adored. I love collars. I love looking at other people's collars. There was beer, pretzels, and fun to be had.

Bubbles had to go halfway through hanging out for her job, but my Daddy, Shrew and I hung out for a while. My Daddy and Shrew talked about computers and such. Most of it went over my head but that was okay, because I was happy to be with my Daddy. Not to mention, I know Bubbles more than I know Shrew, so it was nice to get to hang out with him for a bit longer. It just strengthened my adoration of them. They are such a great couple. I'm going to stop gushing before they realize I have a total couple crush on them.

My Daddy and I left Shrew to go back to the hotel to get ready for a... PLAY PARTY!!! It was with the group of people at my munch. I wore this killer dress and awesome shoes! It was freakin hot. We ate before we went in, which is what we did before the last party. Perhaps tradition in the making? We got in and listened to the "do"s and "don't"s. They had things there to play with which I was most excited about. My Daddy and I went into this back room and I got up on the St. Andrew's Cross and Daddy used two stingy things on me. I don't know their proper names... so sue me.

After doing that for a bit we mingled some more. Met some new great people who I am excited about seeing again. Then Daddy hooked me up to a wall. It was amazing. I loved having my face up against the wall, it was degrading a bit, which turned me on. My wrists were in these lined cuffs and my ankles had rope around them. Yummy rope! He took a flogger and flogged my back. It was absolutely delightful. As soon as we were done I told Daddy that I want to get a flogger. :D

THEN it happened. The gloriousness happened. I got onto a bench that was like the one pictured and got strapped on. My ass was exposed for him to do as he wished. He started and I was excited. I felt like my heart was in my throat. He started light, then went harder and harder. It was amazing. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before. It stopped hurting, it started making me tingle. I was writhing, I was crying, but I loved every moment of it. I almost don't want to write about it because it is something I want to keep personal. It is a little moment of time that I don't want to share. It is mine and mine alone. I reached a place that I have never reached before. I felt like I was floating. It was a calm feeling. It is something that cannot be fully described. I cannot wait to do it again.

I am in love. With my Daddy. For so many reasons. He is so amazing. I love him with all of my heart body and soul. Sometimes that frightens me, I am scared to get hurt... Yep, there it is. I am frightened sometimes. But I know that I love him and there is nothing I can do about that now. But you know the great thing? He loves me too. He really does, and that makes me float around on cloud nine all day and smile like a crazy banshee.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Friday, Sept 11th

So, then the next day...

Waking up next to my Daddy is one of the best things in the whole world. Feeling his skin next to mine is seriously one of the most amazing feelings. [It is one of the things I miss most] We woke up and some really good morning sex. Since we slept in, there wasn't too much we did before heading out to go to the tobacco shop and pet store!

My Daddy went to the tobacco shop to get some tobacco for his pipe. I walked down the street to a pet store we visited last time. I went straight to the cages and almost started crying, all of the same cats [minus one] were still there! A month later... It just tears me up. However, I can understand why, the cats are 300 dollars! 300!!! I'm sorry, that is just insane.

After admiring the kitties, we went over to a friend's house. I'll call her Sushi. We went over to Sushi's house and it was her, her mentor [who I will call Kite], my Daddy and I. We had some drinks [me not so much, I don't really drink all that often] and ate dinner. It was really nice, being able to laugh and talk with friends. I felt so bad because I didn't bring anything food-wise. I would never imagine going over to someone's home without bringing something or at least asking to bring something. Considering my Daddy and I were living out of a hotel room bringing something would be a bit hard. So instead we packed along the movie, Secretary. Kite and Sushi were thrilled. So after dinner we all gathered round and watched the movie. It was good, I had never seen it before.

After dinner the men went out for a smoke telling us to make a decision on what to do next. Instead we gabbed. I think it was in the back of all of our minds what was going to happen next, no need for us to discuss it. The men came back in and we laughed over the whole entire "my family grilling Daddy" incident. Then the men asked if we discussed what we were going to do, we both shook our heads, nope. It didn't take long though for me to have my skirt up to show off my panties [per Daddy's order]. Then we walked into Sushi's bedroom to see the toys that were available for the evening. In no time I was naked with my wrists and neck tied together. I loved the feel of the rope, and I loved the feel of being tied, vulnerable, secured. I used my mouth to work DAddy up as right next to me Sushi was doing the same for Kite.

To be honest, the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur.My Daddy and Sushi had some fun in the bedroom while Kite and I had our own fun in the living room. It was my first time doing anything with more than one-on-one interaction. It had been in my fantasies for so long. I will admit, it wasn't as fanciful and fun as I imagined. However, I think that with time it'll be better. There wasn't entirely respect all the way around, and if that was different, I think it would have been better. Also, Sushi isn't into girls, which saddened me, but I understand it. I don't expect every girl to be into girls. I think it would have made the whole thing better though. But Sushi is an amazing girl who I adore. I really want to hang out and become closer friends. I feel like I can be friends with her. No need for sex between friends.

My Daddy and I left and I fell asleep on him on the train again. I think just being near him makes me want to curl up and sleep because I feel so comfortable and safe. He is the most amazing guy. He can read me like no one else. I am HIS, completely. That is the way I like it. That is who I have become, and I don't mind one bit.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Thursday, Sept 10th

Thursday my Daddy came in. I was so excited. I woke up especially early to get ready. I groomed and prepped until it was finally time for me to get in the car and go pick him up. I was driving to the airport when the phone rang. It was my Daddy! I then saw that up ahead, the road was closed. I was pissed, I am horrible with directions and didn't know how to get to the airport otherwise. Luckily my Daddy is a genius and helped me out, only to come to realize I was going the right way the whole time. I pulled up to the arrivals and saw him standing there, handsome. My heart fluttered. I was so excited I was fumbling with my seatbelt and pretty much making a fool of myself. Daddy actually deposited his bag in the backseat and got in the passenger side before I could even unbuckle. I was so excited. I kissed him then we were on our way.

I couldn't believe he was right there. It felt like forever since the last time we saw each other. We went to the hotel [insanely early] but the staff were nice enough to let us check in. I was sooooo excited about this because it meant more sex time! We were in the hotel less than five minutes before clothes were off. I love my Daddy's naked body.

We have this tradition that the very first thing that we do when my Daddy comes in, is I'm on top. Simple really, but it is always done that way. I love the way that his cock stretches me out. The nice thing is that I can control the speed and since it is the first time again I like to go slower just to accustom myself again. But we fucked and fucked some more. It was quite quite amazing. I came quite a bit, although that is per usual.

Then I knew it was going to happen. He told me to grab the lube and he went to get a towel [to make sure that the lube didn't get on the sheets]. I spread my legs and threw them up, giving him full access to the only virgin part left of me, my ass. I was nervous. I was scared. I knew it wouldn't hurt, but I didn't think it would be pleasurable either. He came back and lubed up my tight ass, slipping a finger in. My eyes were clenched tight, I was so anxious. Then he put his cock up against the loosened hole. Popping the head inside was the hardest part for me. Not because it was actually difficult, but because I was so nervous I wasn't letting myself be open to the possibility of enjoying it. He slowly pushed further and further into me, slow thrusts. My eyes weren't as clenched, it didn't hurt. Finally he was all the way in. He thrusted, in and out, in and out, in and out. I'm sure my face was entertaining because I went from clenched nerves to "ooooo" and "ahhhh". It felt good!!! Coupled with the name calling [after all, I am a dirty little three hole slut] I actually came. Which was the most surprising thing for me. I couldn't believe it!!!! I enjoyed the heck out of myself! And I know from the reaction it got out of him that he enjoyed himself too! :D That is definitely something that will be happening again I am sure of it.

After that we had to run to an appointment and from the appointment we ran to the grocery store then we went to an adult store then back to the hotel then to the munch that we go to. Mundane and boring stuff usually, but with him, it is all so much better. I love being with him. He makes everything so much better. Being around him makes me happy. The thing that always comes to mind after these visits is how much he actually cares. We were grocery shopping and a blister formed on my foot [pleasant reading, I know] and he walked slower to make sure I didn't agitate it any more than I had to. It is the simplest thing that really means the world.

We went back to the hotel and unpacked everything. Including my new Ben Wa balls! We put them in then headed off for the train to go downtown for the munch. Halfway there we had to switch trains and this one was waaaay more crowded. We had to stand. It wasn't bad at first but then the train started jerking and swaying. At this point I would usually be terrified, but my pussy was soaking and only getting wetter. I looked up at him and he knew that I was having lots of fun. He leaned down and growled in my ear, telling me how everyone on the train knew I was a little slut and how dirty I was. Talk about dripping!

We finally made it to the munch and I got to sit down. Which meant I wasn't having the Ben-Wa balls spinning around. I got to see a few people who I really like. So many people are friendly! I love it. I had a hookah for the first time. It was pineapple flavored. It was fun. I will admit though, I just like being next to him. We ended up leaving later in the evening. I fell asleep on the train back, curled up onto my Daddy as much as I could be. He makes me feel so safe. I feel like I can relax around him.

When we got into the hotel room and both of us were so exhausted that we fell asleep. In his arms I feel at home. In his arms is where I belong, it is where I want to be.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Countdown

Ten Things I Wish I Could Say To Ten Different People. (but don't say their name)

1. I see in you what I saw in her. Don't go down the same road. I love you more than I think you realize and all I want is for you to be better than what you are becoming.

2. I really wanted to have sex with you.

3. I am scared.

4. I wish I would have realized what kind of person you were before I got involved with you. I was so blinded by the past that I couldn't see what type of person you were. All I saw was what I wanted to, not what was really there.

5. Every time I see you I wonder what your cock looks like.

6. I miss you.

7. I wish you accepted me.

8. I hope that you realize that I love you so much. I respect you. And nothing that he did was your fault. You are the best man in the whole world, and there is no one who I would rather fill your shoes than you.

9. You are an amazingly strong woman.

10. I want you to know, that I love you. This is some silly thing between family, I genuinely care about you.

Nine things about myself:
1. I can quote certain parts of Titanic
2. I have never had candle wax used on me
3. I hate feathers being used on me sexually.
4. I love ice being used though.
5. I think incorporating food into sex becomes more funny than sexy.
6. I would love to be raped about once a week.
7. There is something that I used to be totally against that has gotten me off quite a few times the past couple of weeks.
8. I am going to be having anal sex for the first time this week
9. I cannot wait to be choked this week

8 ways to win my heart:
1. Love me
2. Be honest
3. Intelligence
4. Funny
5. Let your inner Dom out.
6. Like closeness [kissing, holding hands, cuddling]
7. Open Minded
8. Kind to other people and animals

Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. I really fucking want sex.
2. Awww, my kitty is so cute.
3. I need to call that shop to see if they carry that brand
4. I want sex
5. Is it close enough to lunch/bed to take my ten minutes
6. I want cock.
7. I'm so lucky

Six things I do before I fall asleep:
1. masturbate
2. text/email/call my Daddy
3. check fetlife
4. check emails
5. plug my phone in
6. make sure alarm is set

Five people who mean a lot:
1. My mom
2. my Daddy [not the biological one, the one you all are accustomed to reading about]
3. Platinum
4. Mediterranean
5. Me.

Four things you're wearing right now:
1. Victoria's Secret Panties
2. Grey Tank Top
3. Blue Hair Tie around my wrist
4. Glasses

Three songs/artists that you listen to often:
1. Dixie Chicks - Travellin' Soldier
2. Kate Nash - The Nicest Thing
3. Nickelback - Fly

Two things you want to do before you die:
1. Visit Paris
2. Teach

One confession.
1. I know.

Coming Up....

I've got to live with being in a heightened state of arousal from now until Thursday. I always get extremely horny in the days before my Daddy visits. It is because my mind is constantly on sex. My dreams are more sexual too. My mind is usually on sex, but there are some thoughts about food, sleep, and friends peppered in. Now, nope... sex, sex, sex, food, sex, sex, sex. That's only because I get really fucking hungry after thinking about sex so much. Works up my appetite.

I miss my Daddy though. I love the sex, but I love him more. Everyday I am so grateful that we are together. I am completely His. I have found someone that is pretty much perfect. Perhaps not in everyone's eyes, but he is perfect for me. I cannot wait to be in his arms again, on his lap, kneeling before him, in my place. That is where I belong.

I will probably be MIA from Thurs to Sun, but expect a huge blog post after that to make you all jealous of what a fabulously kinky naughty loving fun weekend we had.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Last Night

It feels like forever since I've blogged. I was able to play with my rabbit vibe last night. Just putting it inside of me and feeling it stretch my pussy is amazing. Recently I've been unable to play with it without having my Daddy on the phone at the same time. Last night was no different.

I was talking with Daddy and another friend on yahoo. I was horny from the day and getting hornier. I asked Daddy if I could have some extra time to masturbate. Well... instead of taking the time to write it all out in narrative form, here is the yahoo...

Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:28:13 PM): I am HORNY!
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:28:21 PM): I know......
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:28:28 PM): did you want an extra time?
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:28:31 PM): yes please
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:28:40 PM): and what do I get for it?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:28:45 PM): I'm thinking.......
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:28:49 PM): a show...
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:29:24 PM): what if I don't wanna give you a show?
[this is an example of me being sort of bratty. I have been craving pain/punishment lately...]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:29:40 PM): doesn't matter.....if that's what I want.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:29:44 PM): which is why......
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:29:48 PM): It's good to be Daddy.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:29:50 PM): ;)
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:29:53 PM): true
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:30:01 PM): are you ordering me to give you a show?
Babydoll(9/3/2009 8:30:12 PM): or is it just a condition of extra time?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:30:17 PM): I think I am.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:30:32 PM): I want you to lay back and show Daddy how you play with his dirty little toy......
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:31:39 PM): what are you going to do if I don't
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:31:40 PM): ?
[once again, me being a bit of a brat, although he could see in the webcam that I was going to listen]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:32:08 PM): then no time tomorrow.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:32:11 PM): at all.
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:32:26 PM): and if I don't listen to that?
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:32:31 PM): and take time anyway?
[see, now I am just being an all out smarty-pants]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:32:52 PM): little girl.....
[OH... MY... FUCKING... GOSH! These two words had my panties soaked and thrown to the side!!!!!!!]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:33:01 PM): are you trying to see what an ass whipping's like?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:33:09 PM): I'm going to show you anyway.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:33:25 PM): but you're not going to like a punishment spanking.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:33:33 PM): I can promise you that......
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:33:56 PM): besides I know you like showing Daddy what a dirty little slut you are.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:34:17 PM): and I think you want to lay back and spread your legs like a good whore.....
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:34:26 PM): really? you think I do?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:34:46 PM): I do.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:35:12 PM): in fact I know you like showing off what a good whore Daddy owns.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:35:18 PM): because I own you.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:35:23 PM): and you like it.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:35:42 PM): now show Daddy that tight little coed pussy.....
[I quickly flashed him my pussy]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:36:48 PM): careful, girl.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:37:01 PM): your smart ass is going to be sore, babydoll.....
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:37:13 PM): I don't doubt it
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:37:46 PM): and I'm going to love you begging me to stretch that little pussy with your ass red.....
[there is a hint of my hand moving in the camera]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:02 PM): are you touching Daddy's toy?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:10 PM): I think you are.......
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:15 PM): good girl.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:25 PM): open those legs you dirty slut.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:38 PM): finger that tight teen pussy.......
[I pull out my rabbit vibe {Jenna Jameson's Ultimate Stroker} who is nicknamed Jenna]
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:38:54 PM): last day you can use Jenna.
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:39:19 PM): that's it, stretch that dirty cunt for Daddy.....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:39:29 PM): good girl.......
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:39:45 PM): um... can we skype?
Babydoll (9/3/2009 8:39:50 PM): just for voice?
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:39:56 PM): good girl....
Daddy (9/3/2009 8:39:57 PM): and yes.


So, we quickly got on the phone for skype and just to hear him when I was fucking my dirty wet tight teenage cunt made me cum over and over and over and over again. I was exhausted, my pussy was aching and throbbing from the intense rate at which I was shoving the vibe in and out. He ordered me to sit up and look at the computer screen, his hard cock exposed. Even though I wanted to stop, I couldn't. He started to stroke and I started to play again. Truly, I never stopped. I came more and more, thinking I was done. I took my toy out and started lightly stroking my clit as my Daddy continued to play. I heard his noises and knew he was getting close, I shoved two fingers into my soaking hole, pinching my clit and as I saw his cum shoot out, I started cumming, gushing all over my hand and soaking the sheet below me.

I love masturbating....

PS- I totally love sex more, but I'll take what I can get.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Kinky Kollege Ko-ed

I have thought about this title for a long time. Especially the all "k"s, I feel very creative. So, I haven't blogged in a while. I'm really sorry. My last blog was an assignment, so I sort of feel like it doesn't count. It does, but that's just my mind playing tricks on me.

Well, I'm in college. I'm kinky. I'm a co-ed. My Daddy likes to call me his naughty college co-ed. I like it. :D I find myself having more and more naughty thoughts now than I did in high school. I think it is because there are more guys in my attractive age range. Every time I am in my education class I have the naughtiest thoughts about one of my peers. He's thirty and bald. Bald always turns me on if it is a good bald. For some reason it makes me think of cocks. Which is not that hard to get me thinking of these days. Sex is always on my mind. My Daddy is away and I'm left to my own devices, which keeps me super horny.

In almost all of my classes I have the same gangbang fantasy. I need to get laid. Seriously. I need his cock. I need to feel him stretching me out. I miss his cock, his fingers, his tongue, his teeth. Especially his cock and teeth. I love it when he bites me. Mmmmm. Okay, I need to stop now... I am getting too worked up for school.

Chiao!

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Please keep in mind that everything I write is my opinion and what works for me. Please don't ever feel like I am trying to force my ways on you, or that I feel your way is wrong. Things are different in every M/s, D/s, T/b relationship. What works for me may not work for you or the next person. It is all I know and therefore all I can write about. Please feel free to comment and let me know how your relationship or opinion differs though. :) Much love!

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