Author: aybay272

Falling to pieces (Part 1) [erotic] [romance] [Mdom] [Mf] [worship]

(hey all. This is a new series and will be a lot less kinky than previous pieces. Expect some feel good stuff rather than dirty and kinky)

There was something I noticed on our first date, long before you took me home. Something I realised when our interactions were still polite, when I wasn’t sure what I thought of you, what I wanted, or what you could give me.

My observation wasn’t of you, but of myself.

A long dating resume had taught me what incidental touch does on a date, what loaded meaning a stroke of the arm, a bumping of knees, a playful poke can carry. A woman’s wordless message of “It’s okay. I want this. Touch me back. “

But on this occasion, it wasn’t a message I had set out to send. It wasn’t a thought that crossed my mind. I was busy trying to work you out with more evolved parts of my brain. So why was my skin being drawn to yours? Once, twice, thrice. I chastised myself every time. *don’t lead him on. What are you doing? You don’t even like him* Read more »

Letters From Daddy, part 2 [Mdom] [exhibitionism] [possession] [fsub] [ddlg]

A few tweaks on your phone later, and my surprise is done. You’ve been waiting on the couch and I wonder what your fretful little head has imagined I’d be doing to your electronic life.

I sigh to myself, and ruminate on your adorable neuroses. I know you’re biting your cuticles, tapping your foot, barely watching your favourite television show because you’re wondering what I’ve got coming for you.

It’s not like you don’t trust me. Really, I don’t think anyone has ever trusted me more. Those big brown eyes never suggest a doubt. And I’d never give them reason to- your adoration and faith in me is priceless.

I pocket your phone and walk over to the lounge, standing over you and blocking your view of the television.

“Princess, Daddy needs to interrupt your show”. You giggle, knowing I know you have no fucking idea what’s happening on the screen. An exaggerated pout follows

“Yes Daddy?” You say sweetly, just the smallest hint of irony in your voice. My cock twitches, aching to touch those sweet “yesdaddyyeswolfieanythingyouwantpleasefuckme” lips of yours, but not before our chat. Read more »

Letters to Daddy, 3 [Mdom] [fsub] [bodywriting] [bondage] [possession] [reddit themed]

Effortlessly, I’m lifted off the bed. There is such a thrill in knowing I’m your little paper doll, practically weightless. Years of athletic dedication have sculpted you, and throwing me around is no task at all. There is no want for masculinity here: you personify it.

For a moment I try to visualise myself through your eyes, keenly aware that “Clever Pet” has been made unintelligible by the combination of sweat, spit and cool cotton of the sheets.

Brought to the lounge room mirror, you place me on the floor, holding the rope to steady me from toppling. One hand there, the other cupping my face. The load you left between my cheeks is sliding down my thighs, mixing with my own arousal.

“Look, little one. Aren’t you lovely?”, your hand squeezes my face a little tighter, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t dare look away, as much as the sight fills me with an unnerving cocktail of humiliation, shyness, and want.

I nod in response.

“Do you know what your back says, baby? Or were you too preoccupied with how I filled your little cunt?” Read more »

Letters to Daddy, part 2

Letters to Daddy, part 2

There’s a helplessness in the way I hunger for you. An unquashable, unrelenting emptiness. And this patience feels like profound deprivation. Mind, body and spirit ache. My consciousness starved, begging to be nourished, knowing no manna compares to the sustenance that your care of me would provide.

I break away from desperate musings and lustful yearning, stream-of-consciousness type pleading with my mental version of you, redirecting my mind back to visualising the scene that saturates my dreams, and bedsheets.

It’s our fifth date, and we’ve discussed each and every kink, fantasy and aspect of our temperaments to oblivion. Each fear I have, each curiousity , and every shameful confession. I have no secrets around you, I can’t have secrets around you. Your spell on me leaves no room for pretense.

I still hear your resolution, every word imprinted on the darkest recesses of my wretched mind.

“I need to teach you, sweetheart. You keep talking about what you want, requirements shifting slightly every time. You know why they shift? Because you don’t really know. But I can work with that. I’m a good teacher. And you….”, you paused, your hand gently moving a strand of hair from my face…”you will be a shining student. Teacher’s pet.” My sex burned at the last word- clit throbbing, panties slick. I wanted to scream to hear it again. Read more »

Letter to Daddy, part 1

I’m not out to objectify you…
But in the relative anonymity of this website, there’s a lot more I’m willing to admit than on our other mediums.
You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you…
How my body and mind are aching for you to want my submission… Need my submission, really.
My heart is pounding, thinking of you wanting me, taking me, having me, in each single identifiable and unspeakable way.
Your hands on me… Holding some parts, slapping others, pinching a few, and squeezing every. single. part.
Your cock inches from my face, glistening with precum while your harsh grip on my hair keeps it just out of reach for my lips and tongue…
But who can forget act [ii]… the adoring and brutal way it fucks my throat, mascara streaming, cheeks flushed. And you look down at me, thumbs stroking my chin and jaw.
“Baby, you’ve never looked so pretty.”.
And the best part is I know you mean every syllable- it doesn’t matter how fixed up you’ve seen me- it doesn’t matter that you’d parade me into the finest parties.

The only way I could look better, you’ve told me before, moments after painting my face…
“Red rope, bound and helpless..”