Wallowing

I have a couple favorite images I've evoked before to describe how I feel with Daddy. Touching him, being fucked by him, immersing myself in the experience of being with him are such hedonistic thrills for me.

When he dominates me and pulls me down into the raw sexual pleasure of our connection I'm like a hog rolling in slop. I want the smell of him on me. I want to rut and grunt while he takes all my body offers him. When we're done I feel sated and languorous in much the same way the hog would feel after a full trough of vittles.

When I've come down from sex with him I'm in a different world. Whether I found subspace or not I've been transported. Every nerve ending is awake. His grazing touch on my skin sends ripples of goose flesh across the canvas of my body.

I am also a shark feeding on chum. I swim through the blood and gore rolling in it to coat myself in the scent. I thrash and eviscerate all control I had to act as a lady. I debase myself in whatever sinful way he desires.

All these are meager ways to describe the feelings and sensations that blanket my body and soul when we connect. Our chemistry is like nothing I've ever experienced before.

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Daddy’s Home

Good morning.  I missed posting last night.  With Daddy returning home and the election, I was distracted from writing.  

So happy Daddy is home!  We had dinner together and listened to my son lose his mind over his first election.  It was entertaining to say the least.  This has been the first time he’s been aware and involved in the whole process.  It was telling to hear how his uneducated focus was filled with the rhetoric of the internet.  I have worked to be his voice of reason by filling in the details of how government in the US works.  We’ve been working on an essay about George Washington’s presidential qualities at the same time.  Hopefully, some of our talks sink into his maturing psyche to offset all the hype and drama out there. A mother can only hope. 

Daddy is sick so I didn’t expect we’d have sex but true to our dynamic we did.  We seem to plough through whatever adversity with our sexual attraction to each other leading the way.  Yay. 

God, I needed him.  His touch and our connection light me on fire and warm me through and through.  No matter if it is a full blown scene or simply perfunctory before bed vanilla sex, I need him and it sates my ache.  

So, hopefully this fills my quota for last night’s talk and I will talk to you again tonight.  Love and hugs.  No matter if you are pleased with the election or think the cart is now off the rails, the kinky world will go on.  

Big fluffy booby hugs my people. 😘

Vanilla 

I had arrived at Mr. D’s for the evening on Sunday.  I thought we’d have plenty of time, so did he. 

He was busy doing some repairs when I arrived so I put my things down in the bedroom and said hello to his roommates.  He came inside and they were talking about the timing of dinner then Daddy was getting something ready for my son…something the two of them had talked about between them.  That part makes me smile.  Daddy did something to share a Christmas secret with my son.  They have texted this week without my input.  It makes my heart swell to think of it.  Anyhow, I’m getting off track.

With all the activity and roomies around, I wasn’t sure when to kneel for him.  I try to wait until it is convenient for Daddy to have me kneel to honor him.  It feels like a big attention grab if I do it so that he has to get up or stop what he’s doing in order to accept my offering.  Daddy finished his task and said, “On the bed, come snuggle me.”  We only had a half hour until we had to get dinner ready.

We snuggled and were quiet and touched and talked a little. At some point during snuggling the temperature changed between us from warmth to heat.  He pulled off my pants and put his lips and tongue on my sex.  His licked and sucked me like only he can do.  I felt the heat expand and fill me until his fingers pushed inside me too.  He pushed my legs up and had me hold them for him.  With his fingers and mouth on me, my body responded quickly to his need.

He rose and put a couple drops of lube on me.  Rubbing me and pushing his fingers inside me more swiftly. He was positioned between my legs already and only had to lunge forward a bit to enter me.   From his place on his knees he slid his cock gently inside me.  Every time I feel him stretch me open I become more turned on, more eager, more in need of him than the minute before.  He held my legs open wide and pumped me for a few minutes of good fucking.  Then he knelt back on his heels and angled lower than normal.  I think he was trying to angle his cock into me so that it would touch the G spot area more towards the top wall of my vagina.  

What else happened, though, was something I didn’t expect.  Each time he thrust forward ever so slowly, the underside of his belly would rub across the top of my whole clitoral area.  It was warm and it was moving pressure in that very sensitive area in an odd but very provocative way.  I felt my body respond.  I felt an orgasm building and it was so different.  I loved it so much and I’m sure I was showing it because I saw it wind up Mr. D until he couldn’t hold it any longer and came hard inside me.
I love watching him cum, it’s just about the best experience.  I love knowing he loves pleasing me and that seeing me wind up also winds him up.  He was apologizing for cumming so soon even as he was cumming.  I tried to tell him how much I love our sex no matter who cums or when we cum because I want him to enjoy it 100% and never have the feeling that it was too soon or I didn’t get there too.  He is such a miracle to me in that respect.  He cares and he works for my pleasure and wants to own that part of me.  He does like no one ever has. Neither one of us orgasm every time. It has shown me more than ever before that orgasms are only a part of the whole experience. One I’m really happy to say I have now during our play but still just one part of the whole.

Afterwards we had to clean up quickly and go have dinner with the family.  We planned to have more fun afterwards but I had to leave during dinner so we weren’t able to finish our evening.  I left feeling so happy we were impulsive at the beginning of the evening and sad that I left without kneeling to my Dominant.  A vanilla evening it was then but such a nice one.

Luna

 

 
She carries me
In her calm whiteness
She touches me
With her shimmering face
She watches me
With her cool indifference

Her fullness expands
She rises with constancy
I am enraptured
She awakens me
I am captivated
She is so distant

Cold to the unenlightened
I tremble for the unattainable
She is warm in her light
My eyes open to her glory
She is comfort and closeness

I bask in her glow

Listen closely

She calls to us
We reach for her
Trembling in her embrace
Connecting through her
We are one

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