Feeling aggressively, carnivorously hungry for you this morning, eyedrop.  Daddy needs more than a little taste of you.  Gonna be like the big bad wolf and eat you alllllll up…

Because D/Lg isn’t always his idea, is it, pennyslippers?

I put my hand in your hands to let you know I’m yours. You take my hand in yours to let me know you’re mine too.

Daddies and Littles are equal partners that way. Each with our own kink and our own agency and our own, autonomous desires.

That’s how it works. If we don’t both have power in our relationship there can be nothing to exchange, can there?

needforcolorbis:

Una donna sposata (Jean-Luc Godard, 1964)

The tiny kitten stalks its prey…

Note: fucking makes my dick feel good. Holding hands when we’re not fucking makes all of me feel good.

chickadee-dee-dee:

One of my fav things to do when someone puts their hand around my throat is to put my hand over theirs and squeeze. It’s so cute because we’re basically holding hands, but also it’s like, yes, choke me out, and that’s my jam.

Can’t tell you how nice it is when someone does this!  Kink is a team sport, willow wand.  And that’s a wonderful way to let me know just how hard to squeeze.