A few minutes shy of midnight I finally pull into our driveway, work kept me much longer than I preferred and it was a long sigh that escaped my lips, stretching as Itry to loosen the tension from my shoulders. Thankfully it wasn’t my job that had me pent up, mine was a sweeter torture. Having spent all weekend using you like the needy little slut that you are, putting you firmly in your place as I claimed you with reckless abandon. Fucking you savagely in any position I pleased, holding back not an ounce cause I knew my perfect little fucktoy could handle everything that her Daddy had to give her. Because there is nowhere that my good girl would rather be than underneath me, full to the brim with her Daddy, exactly where you belong. Thoughts of all the time spent using and fucking you the past two days consumed my mind. I could not go two minutes sitting at my desk without my mind picturing you desperate and begging for your Daddy’s cock, aching to be bent over and fucked into submission. Causing my slacks to strain as I imagined doing just that to you, grinning knowing that I will do exactly that to you again tonight.
Author: Ero_Senpai17
One for the Somnophiles [a.k.a Daddy’s favourite way to wake you up]
You always looked so pretty in your sleep. Strands of auburn hair splayed across your face, rosy cheeks puffing in and out slowly in the deep, rhythmic breaths of slumber. I stood there for more than a few moments just taking the sight in. It almost seemed a pity to disturb my sleeping beauty’s rest, but the hungry smirk that covered my face bore the truth of my intentions. Pulling back your covers to reveal your nightwear, just a loose tank top and panties were all you wore to bed, the sight of which stoked the fire that burned within me to a greater heat. Approaching your bed as I loosen my tie, doffing both that and my shirt. Letting them fall the floor as I kneel on your bed.
I should take you shopping more often [a.k.a. Breeding in the Changing Rooms]
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I grit my teeth fighting the urge to pull it out to check your message. Instead I maintained my smile and continued the conversation with the cashier. Hoping my smile was not too strained as he handed me the goods and I bade him good day. Outside the store and back in the bustle of the mall I found a somewhat quiet corner before pulling out my phone. A quick glance around me to ensure no-one could see my screen before I opened your snap. I silenced a husky growl before it escaped my lips. Your new lingerie looked devilishly good on you, and you fucking knew it. Then I saw the caption. “Come fuck me in the changing room before somebody else does…” This time I could not hold back my growl, I quickly fired off a reply inquiring as to which store you were currently in before heading off in the direction I thought you may be. My phone buzzed once more as you confirmed my suspicions, and I quickened my pace.
An attempt to be coy leaves you as Daddy’s toy.
A soft knock at the door broke me from my reverie, having not written a word in the last quarter hour this interruption was a welcome one. Peering over my laptop I see you peeking around the door-frame, eyes big and those soft lips of yours unable to escape the small pout you’ve been nursing all morning. Your petulance this day whilst being unaddressed had not gone unnoticed, a small smirk on the corner of my mouth as I inquire as to what I owe this pleasure.
“I thought I could tidy up a little for you while you write.. you’re always complaining about how quick your bookshelves gather dust.” You answer softly.
I raise an eyebrow at this query, it’s not that you are adverse to cleaning, far from it in fact. But I have never known you to lift a finger when you’re in a bad mood. Curiosity peaked, I give you a nod and my gratitude, with permission to come in and do as you please. With musings as to what your play might be, you step into my study, closing the door behind you, and all becomes clear. The tightest, shortest dress you own hugs your curves like clingfilm as you saunter into the room. Long dark stockings cover your legs, garter bands disappearing behind your dress-line, my eyes roving up your body until they finally reach your own. Your pout turning into a small smile as you turn towards my bookshelves and begin to dust.
By the Light of the Moon [Mf][Primal][Blood][Breeding]
Dislcaimer: Only lightly touches on the above tags, but touch it does. I wrote this piece as a gift for a friend.
Peace, love and enjoy.
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The moon hung heavy, like a silver coin worth far more than its weight. Holding the vista of stars in its gravity as it guided me along on this night. For many moons had I been alone, wandering the wilderness with no purpose. Such was the life of a wolf with no pack. Others I had run into, some more civilized than others living in huts when the moon waned. Others embraced their feral nature. Living deep in the forests, barely ever reverting to their human states. None of these creatures of my kin did I hold anything against, but nor could I bring myself to end my solitude in an attempt to join their pack. I knew not what I searched for, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was yet to find it.
When you’ve been resisting the advances of the girl that stays with you only to come home to her dressed as a neko girl. [Mf][Romance]
“Hey! I’m home, how was your da- “ I stop dead in my tracks, gulping painfully as I discover my throat suddenly devoid of all moisture. A jangle of noise as my keys drop from my hand to the floor, the only sound right now as I drink in the sight before me. There you kneel, wearing naught but a cute top and panties, thigh highs pulled all the way up, and the prettiest pair of fluffy ears that I ever did see. My literal fantasy brought to life before me, and by you no less. But how? My pulse raced, I had said you could use my computer while I worked. Damn! I must have been careless. Alarmed, yet terrifyingly excited, I force the sounds out of my mouth as my mind struggles for words. “W-what are you doing there?” I just manage to venture.
Monday, Melancholy, and a Myriad of Thoughts [MF][D/S]
It had been a very long and hard Monday. Only pulling into our driveway a few minutes shy of midnight, work having kept me much longer than I preferred I let out a long sigh and try to loosen the tension from my shoulders. Thankfully it wasn’t my job that had me pent up, mine was a sweeter torture. Having spent all weekend using you like the needy little slut that you, putting you firmly in your place as I claimed you with reckless abandon. Fucking you savagely in any position I pleased, holding back not an ounce cause I knew my perfect little fucktoy could handle everything that her Daddy had to give her. Because there is no where my good girl would rather be, underneath me full to the brim with her Daddy is where you belong. Thoughts of all the time spent using and fucking you the past two days consumed my mind. I could not go two minutes sitting at my desk without my mind picturing you desperate and begging for your Daddy’s cock, aching to be bent over and fucked into submission. Causing my slacks to strain as I imagined doing that to you again tonight.
After a long day of work, Daddy’s home [MF][D/s]
“Well, what do we have here?” I say with a bemused smirk as I loosen my tie, while my voice pulls you back to reality from your reverie where you lay. As you smile up at me I can’t help but let out a growl of appreciation. Disheveled though you may be, you look adorable as all hell. The type of cuteness that unleashes the beast within your Daddy, a fact that I was about to remind you off when I heard the hollow *clunk* of the empty wine bottle tumble to the floor as you perch yourself on the edge of the bed. Rosy cheeks flushing scarlet you simper up at me, holding my gaze through your lashes I barely manage to hold back a physical swoon – instead I gently place my thumb and index finger under your chin, tilting your face up to mine I softly place my lips against your own. Leisurely I kiss you, caressing your lips with my own, the tip of my tongue parting your lips as the kiss deepens. Your own tongue eagerly awaiting mine as they wrestle and entwine. Breathlessly I release you from the spell of our kiss, your shining eyes trapping my own in their gaze. Unabashed desire written clear upon your countenance as I lick my lips as I smirk down at you. “That Merlot is a nice drop, huh Princess?”
“Mhmm!” You squeak whilst nodding.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Pleased, my grin is wide as I cup your cheek in my hand, running my thumb softly over your wet lips “Does Princess want playtime, hmmm?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Manners.”
“Yes p-please, D-daddy.” Unbuckling my belt your hungry eyes snap down to the bulge in my slacks as you bite your lip before looking back up at me with a salacious smile.
“Of course you fucking do. Now open wide.”