badman4711:

thurstygurl:

dom-of-the-dark:

When I’ve denied you for too long and you take matters into your own hands

This happens every time you call me.

I had a girl admit she did this after every time I called her. So the next time I talked to her I made her start as soon as she answered. She was do embarrassed. But she did it.

No idea why so many think it’s embarrassing, humiliating, or pathetic to hump your studies, pillows, furniture, or an older, experienced gentleman’s leg. When really it’s adorable and sexy and you wouldn’t do it if it didn’t feel marvelous.

A nice Daddy says “omg, angel, what got into you?  I didn’t expect this at all.  You look so ridiculously cute looking up like that at me.  Feels so incredible!  I know you like when I pull your hair, is this ok?  Oh, sweetie, you’re going to make. me. come. any. second…!!!”

A mean Daddy says “I’ll keep filming if you want, bootstrap, but folks are going to be noticing that open toilet seat lid than noticing you.”

How do you want to play today?

A good Daddy understands how important bedtime rituals can be…

An older, experienced gentleman understands that you wanting to do something for me doesn’t make it all about me…

Will you be mine?

Fingertip touches, here and there…

For being a pretty confirmed old introvert I’m uncharacteristically fond of talking to people one-on-one.  

cherished-property:

hellmorrhoids:

Daddy kink

Except instead of spanking you he wears Crocs, cargo shorts and a phone clipped to his belt and and when you ask him to buy you something he says “do you think I’m made of money” and everytime you tell him you’re horny he goes “HI HORNY I’M DAD”

I’m not gonna lie, some of this might do it for me.

No to the Crocs — this former real dad would wear Tevas or Keens. And what’s the point of clipping your phone if you’ve got $&@#%^ cargo shorts? (Weren’t you forgetting the Eddie Bauer Hawaii-style shirt in subdued colors?)

Otherwise purchase negotiations would include “do you know how many ice creams you could buy with that much money, though your success ratio wouldn’t be zero (especially for small things you really wanted and needed or if they were treats I wanted to get too.)

And hell yes, “Hi Horny, I’m Dad) though I’d already have you in my lap, big strong hands on your hips, encouraging you to grind on my thigh or, a bit later, against my cock as it strained inside my lamentably capacious cargo shorts…

While I whispered “who’s Daddy’s best girl in the whole world?”

Because of course in my duffy old Daddy “lingerie” or not, you really are and always will be!

C’mere, teacup.