I’m 47…

I’m 47

And
I’m in heaven✨
I found it here on earth
With you…
A pearl
For my necklace…
I’m in a tight-twirl 
Your needy babygirl
It’s you…I swirl
The time we have…
Lasting an eternity
Holding hands
Bundled up in love
Happy….truly happy…
My hips move like my lips
My lips move like my hips…
Swallowing you whole
Shaking free your soul
Making you feel it too…
Our heaven on earth 🌏
I love you Beast ❤️

Flip the light

It needs to be scratched

Doesn’t it?

Your itch…

Your need to switch

If I lay next to you

Close to you

Will you let me into you?

You want to be used

My living, breathing dildo

Filling me, your impresario

Will you show me

What I need to see

Will you give all to me?

On demand

On my command

Taking me to my dreamland…

Let’s undress each other

Let’s not hide from each other

Let’s be real

The master, the servant

Doing what we do

Turning on, getting off

Flipping our light

Daily Prompt: Costume (Ain’t no costume drama)

This ain’t no costume drama,

Our dress shows our intent.

You in fishnet thigh highs,

Me in your panties bent.

Whack you slap my naughty arse,

I whimper a shallow cry.

Whack you slap my sissy lil arse,

I can see the power in your eyes.

Please miss, please beat me more,

Make my rosie red cheeks sting.

Please miss, please beat me raw,

Til hot my arse sings.

This ain’t no costume drama,

This is life oh so painfully real.

So slip on those fishnet thigh highs,

And make me your sissy boy squeal.

via Daily Prompt: Costume

Daily Prompt: Tend (Tend To)

I tend to like things you do too.

Like folding you up to deeply screw.

I tend to enjoy the dreams we share.

Dreams come true like your arse spanked bare.

I tend to want things I know you’ll provide.

Like fucking your throat while tightly tied.

We tend to share the same open mind.

That allows our fantasies to actually unwind.

via Daily Prompt: Tend

Our game

“Come my Beauty sit with me, but before you do slip off your panties.” I smile patting the sofa beside me.

“Why Daddy? Whatchya gonna do?” She says slowly, seductively, while curling a long blonde lock of hair around her finger.

“Do it and you’ll find out.” I say looking her directly in the eye, looking to see if my little miss is going to be a good girl for her Daddy tonight.

“Okay!” She chirpily says lifting her little tartan skirt to get to the matching little thong, but before she pulls the almost non existent panties down she looks up wide eyed. “Why don’t I need panties Daddy?”

“Because we’re gonna play a game.”  I say.

“Will I like the game Daddy?” She asks with such innocence that I almost forget she knows what’s coming.

“You’ll love it Babygirl, now come on!” I encourage her whilst hoping for her compliance.

Then without another word she slides her fingers in though the string of the waistband and slides the skimpy underwear down over her thighs until it drops to the floor at her feet. She giggles and blushes while cupping her smoothly shaved pussy hiding it from my sight. But then looking for my reaction her fingers part, in doing so they also part the lips which she decided she didn’t want to hide after all. My eyes light up as her little pink clit comes into sight, hers light up as she clearly sees the excitement in my gaze.

“Are you going to play with this Daddy?” She asks coyly, yet there again is that seductive undertone that she so wonderfully conveys.

“Uh huh…” I reply coolly not wanting her to see how damned desperate I am to get my hands on her.

“Okay.” she says again almost skipping over before spinning to bump down beside me.

I look down over her long slender thighs and up past the tiny skirt and tight sheer white blouse that fails so badly at hiding little breasts and taut erect nipples. I lift my hand to cup her cheek and drop my mouth to hers for a soft kiss. Her lips are soft and taste of cherry candy and as my tongue slips into her mouth to meet her tongue the sweet candy taste gets stronger. The desire between us both is palpable, the feeling in that first kiss is intoxicating and before we know it a passion rises to take the kiss into a forceful dimension.

I feel her hand slip down and cup the erection that has risen inside my pants, she pulls back from our kiss to show me her mock shock and open mouth. “Daddy! What happened?” She asks with such a good impression of concern. “I don’t know?” I reply as my hand finds he soft smooth thigh and slides up to find those now warm and moist pussy lips. “Oh my!” She gasps as my fingers push between them and slowly starts to stroke around the hard little nub of pleasure sending nerves that is her clit.

Her lips push back against mine as we reengage the kiss as before but this time more softly and exploratory in nature. Her hand works rubbing my bulging phallus through my pants in time with my own fingers stroking her now very wet vagina. She lifts her leg up and over mine allowing me more access as I up the ante and use a second finger to rub rapidly over her clit. She starts to moan into my mouth as our tongues swirl around each others. Her hips tilt up almost begging me to push into her, so without the audible request I take the cue and slip the two fingers inside. Her head flops back against the sofa and she gasps as my fingers push in to circle the rough g spot on the roof of her cunt.

“Daddyyyyyyyy!!!” Comes the drawn out cry as I firmly caress the ever wetter and flushed interior of her sex. Then it happens, I feel her spasm and clamp around my fingers as a gush of warmth flows around them. I feel her leg over mine shaking before both her hands grab my head and pull my lips to hers, this time she kisses me with violence, forcefully, passionately as her orgasm takes hold. I slide my fingers out of her labia and slowly caress her throbbing clit, as I do she draws in a sharp breath. “No Daddy, too sensitive!” Comes her plea, so I lift my cum coated fingers to her lips where we both lick them clean savouring the musky taste of our game.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Torn (His Own)

Tattered, torn, used, worn.

Exhausted, yet somehow reborn.

Taken to heaven, pulled through hell.

Collared servitude, freedom dispelled. 

You’re a good girl, come good on request.

Slave to your master, doing your best.

For which he has gratitude in kind.

So long as he has control o’er your mind.

Your body now belongs to him, his.

His own lil slave, his very own lil miss.

via Daily Prompt: Torn