Have I mentioned I love the smell of my partners? It is kind of funny how attached I get to scents. When I was a teen I used to have migraines induced by strong scents especially strong perfumes and colognes. I was thinking today of what it would be like to put on my Daddy's… Continue reading Smelling You
Tag: Power Exchange
Break Me
You can break my body. You can tear me to shreds. You can put your mark on me to show me what is inside of you. But please, let me be your good girl. Don't break my heart.
The One That Got Away
(Another Writing Prompt Piece) Why do I do this to myself? It must be the masochist in me. Walking into the event, I pretend he won’t be here. He never comes. But of course, as soon as I walk up the stairs and look into the crowd below. I see him. It’s like my eyes… Continue reading The One That Got Away
Fear Play
Hit me. I am not scared. Use your hands on me. Pull any toy from your bag. Mark my skin with your strength and your physical brutality. But there is one thing I fear. Marking my heart. Leaving a mess of my insides. Getting me to want you because I am scared you will take… Continue reading Fear Play
Marks
Long-distance relationships can be hard. That is never more apparent than when Daddy tells me to put marks on his property. I am not as strong as Daddy first of all and the angles are all different. But it can be frustrating mentally when I want his hands on me. I want to see his… Continue reading Marks
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