When you get nightmares and daddy isnt there to comfort you, know that the magic button between your legs will help you feel better and fall back asleep with a quiet mind
And if you canât get back to sleep when Daddy’s there? And snuggling and cuddling wonât slow down all the thoughts that keep you awake? An older, experienced gentleman can do some things in his sleep that some younger men might not be able to do at all, hmm? So even if heâs verrrryyyy sleepy Daddy can rub you till you feel better instead. And then hold you tight till morning, ok teacup?
Ok. So. Years ago, maybe before you were even born, I wound up sitting in on a lymphatic drainage workshop for massage therapists. I never became licensed but Iâd gotten a ton of physiology, anatomy, and massage training as a teenager. So I was sitting in on this class and the instructor, without missing a beat, veers off into an extended session on breast massage. She editorialized that breasts and the underlying anatomy were grossly neglected for women clients, and said they should be treated like any other part of the body. And then proceeded to explain how to massage breasts in meticulous detail.
No, we didnât practice on each other, and since I was only sitting in I wouldnât have been partnered with anyone. But it was one of those great moments where you distinguish the social significance of something vs its mundane reality.
And so if you were working late or studying and tense and stress then of course Iâd rub your shoulders â your scalenes and levators, trapezius and sternocleidomastoids, and your lats, rhomboids, your teres major and minor, your subscpularis and supraspinatus too! But Iâd also rub your deltoids, pesc major and minor. Oh, and squeeze and stroke your breasts too, because it feels good, sure, but because I always worry, as did the instructor so many years ago, that I donât give them enough attention when Iâm not trying to seduce you too.
I cant believe grown adults cant grasp this concept, but just because my captions on my post are something silly or calling myself baby, or saying come play with me, or whatever, does not give you the right to say things to me like âcome and play with my dickâ or to call me âbabygirlâ âprincessâ âangelâ etc.
My name is in my bio, its Madison. I do not know you. You do not get to use pet names with me. I dont want some weird message about being your play thing, your sub, or whatever. My captions are for me and my âdaddyâ (@oxydepth). Not an excuse for you to send me, a woman you do not know and have never spoken to, your sexual fantasies.
Just because a woman is sexual, doesnt mean sheâs yours.
The hardest, most embarrassingly wrenching moment of my life was when I asked an achingly attractive friend if she was ok and if there was something she needed. We were sitting in a parking lot and sheâd been sort of fidgeting and sighing, and I had a pretty bad crush on her anyway. So when she put her feet up on the dashboard, pressed her hands between her legs, and said in a low, almost tragically lonely voice âI. Just. Want. To. Get. Fuckedâ I naturally assumed she was telling me this because she wanted to be fucked by me.
This was an… incorrect assumption. She was shocked that I could have been so mistaken.
Care to guess what my point would be about how to interact with someone uses their blog as a sexual diary, or a platform for their exhibitionism, or an outlet for their erotic writing? Â
It might only be about them. It might not be about you at all.
How to love a broken girl. How many would benefit from an instruction book for that? Its easy to love the carefree girls, the ânormalâ girls, the confident girls next door, but what about the broken girls? The girls with fortresses around their heart and shields in their eyes? The girls whose souls have aged beyond their earthly years? The girls with bodies and minds that have survived wars which would break the strongest of men? Sometimes these girls should come with a warning label. The warning pendulum swings both ways. This warning is not only for how you must treat her but for all the ways she will ruin you.
1. You cannot love her gently. She does not realize she deserves to be loved. You must love her with a force that can crush mountains. You must burn her soul so hot with your love that doubt melts away. Your love must be unconditional and you must show her on her very worst days.
2. She doesnt know shes beautiful. She can get compliments all day and she wont believe it. There is a demon on her shoulder whispering that its not true. It takes a dozen compliments to erase one hurtful torment from her past. Shower her with compliments, be her cheerleader, until your words are her heartbeat instead of her doubts.
3. Chase her. I know we often have the attitude of not chasing anyone. I know it is said to be weak if we chase someone who walks away, but we need to see you are weak for us. Sometimes a broken girl needs to see how much you need her. She needs to.see that vulnerability in your eyes to feel ok. We need you to need us.
4. She needs routine. Broken girls over analyze everything. They notice everything, too. Did you stop asking her for pictures after some time passes? Did you stop using a pet name? Every broken pattern to us means the end of the only thing we have ever wanted and it terrifies us.
5. Smother us with affection. Touch us. Kiss us. Touch us some more. Broken girls have not experienced enough positive affection in their life. We will absorb every ounce as a person dying of thirst demands water. You cannot shower us with enough of a good touch.
6. Be honest and keep promises. Broken girls have not dared to dream much. Every vow made to us has been broken. Every promise has been a lie. We would rather you never let a promise escape your lips than have you utter false ones.
7. Prepare to drown. If we let you inside our chaotic soul, you will be immersed in a madness you will not understand. We sometimes walk the balance beam of insanity and sometimes we fall.
The biggest warning we should have is this.. if we love you, it is forever. We will love you with a loyalty that will amaze you. We will be committed and our heart will beat your name. While we are still broken we will try to devour all of your pain. We will be perceptive to your wounds and eager to heal your soul. If we love you, please be prepared that we will forever stay.
***This was not written by me, but by Lady-Savant on fet, she gave me permission to post, and asked no links be added.
I cannot breathe for the emotion clogging my throat
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âBrokenâ girls are hard. And often worth the effort. Often but not always! They have to be pulling for you too. Â
Because that whole Knight in Shining Armor thing is an unhealthy extension of the myth of male âworthiness,â the daft male belief that sex and love must be earned through heroic, self-sacrificing effort. (And oooh do they get butt-hurt when the exasperated and uninterested damosel fails to properly ârewardâ him as he expects with her fair-ladyâs fair pussy  heart!)
âBrokenâ girls are not the holy grail for equally broken Galahads. They may not be able to meet you halfway, but they gotta be able to want you too.
Itâs not enough that she wants to be rescued. She needs to want to be rescued by you. And similarly itâs not enough to want to rescue anybody, everybody, or somebody. He needs to want to rescue her. Â
Thereâs got to be reasons for the relationship other than a need to rescue or be rescued. Because if thatâs all there is? Whatâs he gonna do… and whatâs she gonna do… if he succeeds?
If I can just add a little note here, mental illness is also not a kink. Abuse survivors arenât fetish objects. “Brokenâ girls arenât âcrazy wild in the sackâ either, bubbah. Like 97% of everyone else, âbrokenâ girls are vanilla as Jello pudding.
On your knees because Submission is itâs own kink: autonomous, authentic, independent. Your turn-on, not simply the opposite of mine.
And so itâs not so much what I put in your mouth as why. Weâll get to me soon enough, because, yeah, it really turns me on too. But an older, experienced gentleman understands thereâs more to it than his need. And takes care of yours.
Back in the 20th Century prudes, hipsters, and even early feminists just assumed threeways were always the manâs idea, that the man was always in charge, that an MFF three-way was always for the manâs benefit. They had no fucking clue that FMF and FFM are also perfectly possible, legitimate, and (cough) not-uncommon ways to do things.
But then back in the 20th Century they thought all gay men were trans and that Frogger and Pong were sophisticated computer games.
Heh.
[Update: They werenât bad people back in the 20th Century. They just had too many stereotypes and assumptions. And not enough imagination.]
When youâre back is achy and your feeling a little bloated and broken out and you need all the chocolate and all the attention and youâre unaccountably horny too and you need someone whoâll squeeze your ass as well as rub your back and just not give you any shit about it cause you need it to be all about you for a few days…
Because a good Daddy understands that sometimes you just like something in your mouth while youâre getting yourself off. And so you know, just because youâre too, um, distracted to get me off too it still feels wonderful!
