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I want to be daddy’s little girl ♡
I want daddy to suck on my tits and call me a good girl🩷 I want daddy to go slow inside of me and kiss me passionately while he’s inside. Telling me to cuddle my stuffie and tells me he loves me while lightly brushes his fingers against my clit. Daddy!! I feel so smol and excited reaching my hands out to pull you closer and kiss your soft lips against mine.
I want you so much as you tell me to stick my tongue out so you can suck onto me.
Am I that cute to you??
Ahh Daddy! You’re making my brain dissolve into intoxicating infatuation. But I want this Daddy, I want to feel you completely on me as you make my pussy wet and nips perky♡ Daddy I love you Keep touching me calling me your baby girl and little girl I can’t get enough of hearing your sexy voice say that to me. I’m getting so intensely wet daddy. I need you! I need you to keep dipping yourself inside my wet pussy baby! It feels so good and right to be doing this with you.
“Fell in love once and I’ve never been the same” - lil peep
Today has been such a beautiful one I forgot to take pictures :) but it’s ok♡
When a guy tells you your pretty in a calm respectful way but in another language so you look it up when he leaves giving you a confused and happy look on your face🫠
I’m over here in my head like ohh thanks..
My Song of the month🩷
I have been made aware that SOME PEOPLE have never seen this iconic moment in gay history.
The only thing running through my mind🩷
All I’ve wanted all day was to cuddle with daddy, called a good girl, and fucked. Instead I’ve been listening to his audios and fucking myself to relax. I just wanted to wear my thigh highs but instead I can’t find the matching sock and need to do laundry but don’t have the energy.
I wanna be babied and called little girl by daddy🩷
To hug him close and hold his hand
Mmm why is that too much to ask!!?
It’s like the day just keeps draining my energy..
Omg my spirit animal now
Sound on for this one
Found old camera with pictures of me from hs 9+10 years ago and I think WOW I was beautiful!! I never thought that back then when I had extreme low self esteem and thought I was ugly since I never had a bf back then😆 but now in the present which is technically my past’s future life isn’t the way I hoped but I’m 10xs way better version of myself.
I try to still keep and remember the version of my old self that was “rebellious” without missing the past too much and losing myself from situations I can’t control now. I wish I could give my teenage self a hug so bad! She lived a pretty fun, secret, and reckless life without even knowing it. What a surprise to find a piece of my history ha. I’m happily ready to move on though but will keep that rebellious side with me♡
The conflict between wanting to be daddy’s good girl and hearing him whimpering saying mommy at the same time has my brain overloading
Fuck sweet guys are always soo cute and hard to find
his comments make me trace hearts on my trackpad♡
I just don’t want to be crying anymore and look at the stars instead. Today was horrible and the stars are all covered by clouds 🌧️
I need daddy so much! I feel like such a desperate little ✿✿.・゜゜・
Been thinking about dressing up just so he can see then take advantage of me and with his soft gentle dominance. His essence makes my eyes gloss over and roll back listening to his rough yet beautiful voice tell me what to do and praise me as he watches me in pleasure. Ooo I want him more than anything or anyone right now. Consumed with love and lust. Passion and Release
Going to think about him all night
✧.*★ ⁺. .* (\_(\ /)_/) ( )( ) / | | \ ( O | | O )
getting high, being tied down by the wrists and ankles and eaten out until im crying sounds like a dream rn
You deserve love now. Not once you lose weight. Not once you accomplish that thing. Not once you move. Not once you get on medication. Not once you start therapy. Not once you get that job. Not once you're more like them. Now. You don't have to earn the right to be loved. You deserve it right now, and always have.
I feel smol
new love languages:
“let’s figure it out together”
remembering small details
“do you want me to pick you up?”
being comfortably weird together
“i can make time”
being guided through crowds
“do you want to talk about it?”
replies to each text, not just one
“have you eaten?”
asking for your opinion
“can i get you anything?”
heart to heart talks
“this made me think of you”
I desperately need to have a sweet Daddy show my pussy so much love with side effects of satisfaction and confusion in the morning lol. I need help.. can’t do it all myself (no matter how good that feels) plz daddy u know I’m a good girl i promise I am
Forever one of my favorite long poems
“Having a Coke with You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it”
— Frank O'Hara