Wrap you hand around my throat,
And claim my hungry mouth.
Pull my head back and expose my neck.
Your hand in my hair.
Your teeth feasting on my skin.
Spill my fat tits into your hands.
Mold.
Kneed.
Mark me with your touch.
Make me moan.
Make me wet.
Make me feel.
Flick your tongue across my nipples.
I'll arch into the heat of your mouth.
I'll clasp my hands to your head.
Pull you closer.
Lick.
Suck.
Taste.
Nip.
Release the whore in me.
Take me where I need to soar.
Shove your hand under my skirt.
Sink into my hot, wet pussy.
Two fingers.
Three.
Stroke.
Fuck yes.
Stroke a whore's greedy cunt.
Make me forget.
Make me scream my release.
Make me feel.
My pleasure pours across your hand.
Puddles at our feet.
My nails drag down your chest.
My legs tremble.
You push me back against the wall.
"Spread your legs, you sweet bitch."
You kneel at my feet.
And rape me with your tongue.
Through my tender folds your tongue drives.
Up into me to lick at my walls.
You suck my clit.
Your fingers stretch and fill.
You demand.
I helplessly give.
My juice runs down your chin.
As you lap at my cunt.
Make me thaw.
Make me let go.
Make me feel.
A raw kiss.
I taste myself.
I cling to you.
I drown in us.
Your hands at your belt.
My desperate search for your dick.
Thick. Hard. Pulsing.
For me.
A slap to my face.
Another brutal kiss.
Twin pinches to my aching nipples.
Rough. Raw. Dirty.
Your hand grips my hair.
A firm reminder of my vulnerability.
You tug your belt free.
"Bend over the desk like a good slut."
Shaking in need.
I fall across the smooth surface.
You shove my skirt around my waist.
My full, plump ass bare and exposed.
The first strike lands.
It's heat licks my skin.
The second falls.
It feeds my soul.
Make me hurt.
Make me beg.
Make me feel.
Another.
I lose myself,
To the leather's hot caress.
Another.
I cry out.
As my cunt convulses.
A waterfall of squirt sprays.
As another lick falls.
Between my thighs.
Against my tender, drenched folds.
I'm helpless.
I cum again in tears.
Suddenly the heat of your thighs,
Press firmly against mine.
Your thick shaft burrowing,
Into my greedy, pulsing hole.
My hair firmly gripped.
My back arched.
Your hand tight on my hip.
And your filling me completely.
You take.
Slow, deep, brutal strokes.
You take.
You take.
Make me your whore.
Make me your slut.
Make me fucking feel.
You fuck me dirty.
Hard.
Raw.
Absolutely.
A thumb in my ass.
A tease.
A promise for later.
A whore being taken.
You increase the tempo.
Faster and faster you fuck me.
Your nuts slapping my clit.
My walls stroke your hard meat.
Make me cum.
Make me cum.
Make me feel everything and nothing.
Harder and deeper.
I scream.
I cry.
The wave crashes over me.
I soak your dick and nuts.
In my hot sweet juice.
You drive into my hole.
And pour your cum into me.
A whore.
And her lover.
The pain.
And the passion.
Released.
Taken.
Spent.
For a moment I was everything.
For a moment I was nothing.
For a moment I could feel.
~A Naughty, Needy Kat
Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Play Like a Champion
I just couldn't pretend anymore.
I couldn't lie to myself.
I couldn't deny the truth.
I never sought the biggest trophy.
I just wanted to enjoy what could be.
Friends and lovers.
Too many players.
Constant chaos.
Lies and betrayals.
The game became cruel.
The basic rules long forgotten and broken.
Carelessness and pain ruled the field.
I played through my position.
Now I am no longer needed.
Or wanted.
My inevitable loss apparent long ago.
I played as best I could to the end.
Hoping I would be wrong.
My version of "play like a champion."
I kept to the rules I had embraced despite their fouls.
I kept my honor, my loyalty, my honesty, and my integrity.
It wasn't enough to turn the tide.
It wasn't enough to fight the battle.
But I am at peace with myself.
I nod my head.
To the others who can claim victory.
Their win sure to be celebrated.
So I surrend the field.
With my head high.
And retreat home to nurse my wounds.
The next match is already underway.
I'll neither participate.
Nor be a spectator.
Because I never wanted to be a part of any game in the first place.
I deserve more than to be just another play on the field.
~K.
I couldn't lie to myself.
I couldn't deny the truth.
I never sought the biggest trophy.
I just wanted to enjoy what could be.
Friends and lovers.
Too many players.
Constant chaos.
Lies and betrayals.
The game became cruel.
The basic rules long forgotten and broken.
Carelessness and pain ruled the field.
I played through my position.
Now I am no longer needed.
Or wanted.
My inevitable loss apparent long ago.
I played as best I could to the end.
Hoping I would be wrong.
My version of "play like a champion."
I kept to the rules I had embraced despite their fouls.
I kept my honor, my loyalty, my honesty, and my integrity.
It wasn't enough to turn the tide.
It wasn't enough to fight the battle.
But I am at peace with myself.
I nod my head.
To the others who can claim victory.
Their win sure to be celebrated.
So I surrend the field.
With my head high.
And retreat home to nurse my wounds.
The next match is already underway.
I'll neither participate.
Nor be a spectator.
Because I never wanted to be a part of any game in the first place.
I deserve more than to be just another play on the field.
~K.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
A Storm's Demand
For Maximus, thank you for understanding when no one else really can. ~kiss~
The storm rages above dark and heavy handed.
The thunder booms shaking the soul.
The lightening cackles and pierces the heart.
My tears are lost, drown in the cold, wrenching downpour.
No safety.
No protection.
No shelter.
From the storm.
I'm left at it's mercy.
Attempting to stand tall in its fury.
Yet bending at the howling winds.
And the bone deep chill that creeps over me.
Numb to all that I am.
Crippled and unable to fight against the onslaught.
I watch the pieces I built crumble to rubble.
Helpless to change the course.
I prepared as best I could.
I knew in the end I'd have no help.
Others shrug carelessly.
Do nothing to save the bit beauty that was.
I no longer fight.
I give in.
To the cold.
To the the storm's destruction.
I accept what I cannot save alone.
I close my eyes.
Raise my hands to the sky.
And let the storm take what it demands.
~A Lioness Weathering the Storm
The storm rages above dark and heavy handed.
The thunder booms shaking the soul.
The lightening cackles and pierces the heart.
My tears are lost, drown in the cold, wrenching downpour.
No safety.
No protection.
No shelter.
From the storm.
I'm left at it's mercy.
Attempting to stand tall in its fury.
Yet bending at the howling winds.
And the bone deep chill that creeps over me.
Numb to all that I am.
Crippled and unable to fight against the onslaught.
I watch the pieces I built crumble to rubble.
Helpless to change the course.
I prepared as best I could.
I knew in the end I'd have no help.
Others shrug carelessly.
Do nothing to save the bit beauty that was.
I no longer fight.
I give in.
To the cold.
To the the storm's destruction.
I accept what I cannot save alone.
I close my eyes.
Raise my hands to the sky.
And let the storm take what it demands.
~A Lioness Weathering the Storm
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Last Night
It doesn't happen very often. I admit it even less.
Last night when I crawled in bed. I ached to be held and loved. Not pretend. Not a warm body for tonight. Not because I'm an excellent fucktoy. Not because he'd found an excuse to be out all night or fit me between his other lovers.
No. None of that.
I wanted that bone deep love. The kind that sticks to the walls of your soul. That kind of safety and security. That kind of absolute, not-gonna-get-distracted-n-go-away. The you're the center of my world kind of love. The kind that heals wounds, calms fears, gives your soul a place to put down its guards, breathe deep, and take root.
I wanted to be held. I wanted to lay my head on a warm chest and let the scent of my man comfort me. I wanted strong arms around me tight. I wanted to feel a hand reach up and pet my hair as I let go of just a few trickles of tears and wounds that ached. I wanted to feel his lips kiss away the wet trail. I wanted to feel him roll me over and shelter me beneath him, whispering in my ear whatever magic words I needed to hear. I wanted to be loved - slow, long, deep. I wanted to fall asleep in arms knowing I wasn't alone.
Silly. Pathetic. Unrealistic.
I know. I know.
But that's what I wanted. And needed.
Last night.
~A Tired, Stressed-Out Kitten
Last night when I crawled in bed. I ached to be held and loved. Not pretend. Not a warm body for tonight. Not because I'm an excellent fucktoy. Not because he'd found an excuse to be out all night or fit me between his other lovers.
No. None of that.
I wanted that bone deep love. The kind that sticks to the walls of your soul. That kind of safety and security. That kind of absolute, not-gonna-get-distracted-n-go-away. The you're the center of my world kind of love. The kind that heals wounds, calms fears, gives your soul a place to put down its guards, breathe deep, and take root.
I wanted to be held. I wanted to lay my head on a warm chest and let the scent of my man comfort me. I wanted strong arms around me tight. I wanted to feel a hand reach up and pet my hair as I let go of just a few trickles of tears and wounds that ached. I wanted to feel his lips kiss away the wet trail. I wanted to feel him roll me over and shelter me beneath him, whispering in my ear whatever magic words I needed to hear. I wanted to be loved - slow, long, deep. I wanted to fall asleep in arms knowing I wasn't alone.
Silly. Pathetic. Unrealistic.
I know. I know.
But that's what I wanted. And needed.
Last night.
~A Tired, Stressed-Out Kitten
Friday, October 21, 2011
Myself to Blame
More music...
I have no one to blame
But myself.
I was warned.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But I held my course.
Fought through the stumbles.
Turned a blind eye to the inevitable.
I tried.
To be my best.
I tried.
Again.
And again.
And again.
When the blows dug deep.
When the cuts burned like fire.
I absorbed them all.
And gave more.
More room to move.
More pieces of me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It didn't matter.
It wasn't enough.
The same choices taken.
Despite my words.
Despite my needs.
Despite my pain.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I have no one to blame.
But myself.
~A Sleepless Lioness
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
~Fix You by Coldplay
Ω
*********
I have no one to blame
But myself.
I was warned.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But I held my course.
Fought through the stumbles.
Turned a blind eye to the inevitable.
I tried.
To be my best.
I tried.
Again.
And again.
And again.
When the blows dug deep.
When the cuts burned like fire.
I absorbed them all.
And gave more.
More room to move.
More pieces of me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It didn't matter.
It wasn't enough.
The same choices taken.
Despite my words.
Despite my needs.
Despite my pain.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I have no one to blame.
But myself.
~A Sleepless Lioness
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
A Treat for Daddy's Lil Girl - Part IV
In case you missed...
Part I
Part II
Part III
"This is a very special treat. Only for big girls. Are you sure your ready to be a big girl, Kitten?"
I loved when Daddy spoiled me and could barely contain my excitement. "Oh yes, Daddy. Please...pretty please. You said I did good when I made all that sugar for you."
"Then I have some candy for you, little girl. A nice, juicy chocolate lollipop for you to suck on."
"Where is it, Daddy?"
"It's in my pocket, baby. Find it."
Giggling, I quickly pressed my hand against his shirt pocket but found it empty. My attention shifted to his pants pockets. My first guess retrieved nothing as well. However, when my eager hand slipped into the other pocket it was empty as well, but my fingers grazed a thick, warm bump on the other side of the pocket. My thumb stroked it's edge. When I looked up at Daddy's face, his eyes were at half mast and seemed hungry. "Is that my candy, Daddy?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Kitten. Hurry now and get your treat."
My heart raced. My mouth watered. I resisted the butterflies in my tummy and slowly dragged myself down Daddy's solid frame, so that my eyes and mouth were even with his lap. My hands fluttered over his zipper to find the tiny tag I needed to unwrap Daddy's treat for me. I gently pulled it down. Inch by inched revealed a thick, hot stick of dark chocolate. I was trembling with a desperate need to taste. I looked up at my Daddy's steamy gaze as I leaned in and took a long slow lick of the head of my very special lollipop. Daddy closed his eyes and I heard his low tempered growl as my warm, wet tongue coated the bulb sweetly.
"Oh yes, baby. Very good girl. Lick it for Daddy."
His encouragement made me a little braver. I dragged my tongue up and down the black shaft. My teeth graze and nipped. It tasted so good and made a delicious heat spread throughout my body. Daddy's response drove me instinctually. His sighs. His moans. I wrapped both my hands around my treat to have better access. In my grip I could feel the warmth harden and grow. "Daddy?" I whispered tentatively.
His strong, loving hands ran down my arms and to cup each side of my head and pet me softly. "What, Kitten?" he patiently whispered.
Hold my treat up, so I could lick the head like an ice cream cone, I asked the questions I needed.
"Am I being a good girl for you, Daddy?" Lick. Lick.
"Very good. You're being a very good girl," he sighed. Nibble. Lick.
"Am I sucking your dick, Daddy? Like the other girls at school do to the boys?" Lick. Daddy's hands tightened in my hair sending fire between my legs and to my breasts. I paused then wrapped my lips around the shiny fat head to suck gently. The heat and tug of my mouth caused the shaft to violently flex in my hands. Daddy's hips rose and pushed more of the hot, salty treat in my mouth.
"Yes," Daddy growled. "You're sucking my dick like a very big girl. Do you like my dick in your mouth?" My tongue flickered across the tight bulb as I sucked. With a pop I broke the suction to answer.
"Oh yes, Daddy. I love my chocolate treat. Does it feel good?" Lick. Nibble. Nip.
"Fuck yes....you kiss it and lick it and make Daddy feel better," he urged as his hips thrust upward again sliding his dick in my grip. Lick. Lick. Lick.
"Do you make sugar like me?" I whispered as I rubbed my breasts against his hip and tightened my thighs together to try to ease the pressure building inside me. Daddy reached down at the hem of my dress around my waist and began to pull it off me.
"Take it off I want to see you and feel your soft skin," he demanded. I let go of his dick and lifted up to let him strip me of all but my panties and thigh high white tights. His hands immediately covered my breasts and squeezed them tightly. I groaned in pleasure. "No. Daddy, doesn't make sugar like his little girl," he growled darkly. He plucked at my fat twin nubs and my silver rings. Tightly and barely control, he explained. "Daddy makes cream...nut...cum. Do you want Daddy's cream little girl? Do you want to suck Daddy's hot nut? Will you swallow my sticky cum and lick it off your lips like a big girl?" He words wove magic around me. I panted at the tightness across my skin.
"Yes, oh yes Daddy...please." I begged.
A slightly stinging slap to my cheek that only fueled my desperate need to please my Daddy. "Say it," he ordered as he shifted one hand to encircle his hard dick while he continued to taunt my nipple.
"Daddy...may I please have your cream?" I breathlessly gasped between licking my lips. "Can I suck out your hot nut please Daddy? I so want to taste and swallow your cum. Pleaseeeee...." I was captivated as I watched him stroke his shaft. Learning what he liked and what I should do to please him. "I'm starving Daddy," I whimpered. I was so hungry. "Do I have to use my manners, Daddy? Or can I be naughty and messy?"
At my last heated questions, he clenched his eyes and took a deep breath. He hand stopped toying with my nipple and reached to grasp the nape of my neck firmly. "Look at me, little girl," he demanded harshly. I broke my stare of his hands slow beat. His smokey gaze made me tremble. He whispered between clenched teeth, "When you're sucking my dick be as nasty as you want and need to be. I want my dick wet and sloppy, understand?" I nodded quickly. "Now open your mouth real wide and suck your Daddy's dick and nuts like a good lil girl." With that last command he pulled my head to his lap by my neck.
His hand held the base as my greedy mouth latched onto his juicy head. I licked and sucked. Spit dripping down his shaft. He shook his dick in my mouth roughly bruising my lips. "Take this fat dick, baby." My mouth dropped further to take more of him. "Open up wide. Be a big girl and take it all." I spread my mouth wide and slowly fell down his shaft. When I hesitated, he pushed firmly little by little. My nose pressed to his nuckle. His head at my throat. I choked. "Good girl, choke on Daddy's dick." My spit drenched him. I closed my mouth tight and encased him in the heat of my mouth. He groan harshly then gripped my hair and pulled me off his meat. I gasped for air. "Again!" I dropped onto him and without his guidance gave my Daddy what he liked so. His skin dragging across my tongue, his smell, his taste...I couldn't get enough. I devoured my treat.
"Look at me!" As my head drove up and down my chocolate lollipop, I met his eyes. I lashed him with my tongue. I grazed his skin with my teeth. I sucked. I drooled. I pumped him with my fist. He started to groan again and again. With one hand he gripped my hair and held me just out of reach. With the other he started slowly pumping himself. "Open up little girl. Daddy's going to feed you some hot cream."
Like a hungry little bird, I held my lips wide and tongue out. My eyes looking up at Daddy so helplessly wanting. One stroke. Two. Three. His cum violently erupted out of his pulsing head. The hot delicious nut landing in my mouth, on my tongue, on my lips, across my cheek. When Daddy threw back his head and shouted my name, I looked down to see the beautiful white cream running over his head, down his shaft, and across his fingers. As his gripped slipped in my hair I immediately latched on to him again to milk him dry.
Every drop was my reward. My treat. For being a good girl. Long minutes passed as I cleaned Daddy up with my tongue. I couldn't get enough. I heard Daddy sigh so contentedly. His hands rested lightly on my back stroking his Kitten. Gently he grasped my hand and pulled me up his body to hold me close. He kissed my ear and stroked my hip. I snuggled into his warmth and whispered, "Daddy, you tasted so good."
He chuckled warmly, "You're an excellent cock sucker, little girl. Daddy is quite pleased with you."
Sweetly I asked, "Does that mean I can do it again?" Another laugh and a tight squeeze and my heart almost burst with love for my Daddy.
"Oh yes, baby. But first, I need to return the favor and show you what I else I now expect out of you."
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean Daddy?"
Shifting his weight and pushing me onto my back, he growled, "How about I show you, little girl. Show you how to be a nasty little slut for Daddy." Then his lips covered mine, and I lost myself to Daddy's deep thorough kiss.
To be continued...
P.S. Be brave...say something you naughty perv. lol
Part I
Part II
Part III
"This is a very special treat. Only for big girls. Are you sure your ready to be a big girl, Kitten?"
I loved when Daddy spoiled me and could barely contain my excitement. "Oh yes, Daddy. Please...pretty please. You said I did good when I made all that sugar for you."
"Then I have some candy for you, little girl. A nice, juicy chocolate lollipop for you to suck on."
"Where is it, Daddy?"
"It's in my pocket, baby. Find it."
Giggling, I quickly pressed my hand against his shirt pocket but found it empty. My attention shifted to his pants pockets. My first guess retrieved nothing as well. However, when my eager hand slipped into the other pocket it was empty as well, but my fingers grazed a thick, warm bump on the other side of the pocket. My thumb stroked it's edge. When I looked up at Daddy's face, his eyes were at half mast and seemed hungry. "Is that my candy, Daddy?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Kitten. Hurry now and get your treat."
My heart raced. My mouth watered. I resisted the butterflies in my tummy and slowly dragged myself down Daddy's solid frame, so that my eyes and mouth were even with his lap. My hands fluttered over his zipper to find the tiny tag I needed to unwrap Daddy's treat for me. I gently pulled it down. Inch by inched revealed a thick, hot stick of dark chocolate. I was trembling with a desperate need to taste. I looked up at my Daddy's steamy gaze as I leaned in and took a long slow lick of the head of my very special lollipop. Daddy closed his eyes and I heard his low tempered growl as my warm, wet tongue coated the bulb sweetly.
"Oh yes, baby. Very good girl. Lick it for Daddy."
His encouragement made me a little braver. I dragged my tongue up and down the black shaft. My teeth graze and nipped. It tasted so good and made a delicious heat spread throughout my body. Daddy's response drove me instinctually. His sighs. His moans. I wrapped both my hands around my treat to have better access. In my grip I could feel the warmth harden and grow. "Daddy?" I whispered tentatively.
His strong, loving hands ran down my arms and to cup each side of my head and pet me softly. "What, Kitten?" he patiently whispered.
Hold my treat up, so I could lick the head like an ice cream cone, I asked the questions I needed.
"Am I being a good girl for you, Daddy?" Lick. Lick.
"Very good. You're being a very good girl," he sighed. Nibble. Lick.
"Am I sucking your dick, Daddy? Like the other girls at school do to the boys?" Lick. Daddy's hands tightened in my hair sending fire between my legs and to my breasts. I paused then wrapped my lips around the shiny fat head to suck gently. The heat and tug of my mouth caused the shaft to violently flex in my hands. Daddy's hips rose and pushed more of the hot, salty treat in my mouth.
"Yes," Daddy growled. "You're sucking my dick like a very big girl. Do you like my dick in your mouth?" My tongue flickered across the tight bulb as I sucked. With a pop I broke the suction to answer.
"Oh yes, Daddy. I love my chocolate treat. Does it feel good?" Lick. Nibble. Nip.
"Fuck yes....you kiss it and lick it and make Daddy feel better," he urged as his hips thrust upward again sliding his dick in my grip. Lick. Lick. Lick.
"Do you make sugar like me?" I whispered as I rubbed my breasts against his hip and tightened my thighs together to try to ease the pressure building inside me. Daddy reached down at the hem of my dress around my waist and began to pull it off me.
"Take it off I want to see you and feel your soft skin," he demanded. I let go of his dick and lifted up to let him strip me of all but my panties and thigh high white tights. His hands immediately covered my breasts and squeezed them tightly. I groaned in pleasure. "No. Daddy, doesn't make sugar like his little girl," he growled darkly. He plucked at my fat twin nubs and my silver rings. Tightly and barely control, he explained. "Daddy makes cream...nut...cum. Do you want Daddy's cream little girl? Do you want to suck Daddy's hot nut? Will you swallow my sticky cum and lick it off your lips like a big girl?" He words wove magic around me. I panted at the tightness across my skin.
"Yes, oh yes Daddy...please." I begged.
A slightly stinging slap to my cheek that only fueled my desperate need to please my Daddy. "Say it," he ordered as he shifted one hand to encircle his hard dick while he continued to taunt my nipple.
"Daddy...may I please have your cream?" I breathlessly gasped between licking my lips. "Can I suck out your hot nut please Daddy? I so want to taste and swallow your cum. Pleaseeeee...." I was captivated as I watched him stroke his shaft. Learning what he liked and what I should do to please him. "I'm starving Daddy," I whimpered. I was so hungry. "Do I have to use my manners, Daddy? Or can I be naughty and messy?"
At my last heated questions, he clenched his eyes and took a deep breath. He hand stopped toying with my nipple and reached to grasp the nape of my neck firmly. "Look at me, little girl," he demanded harshly. I broke my stare of his hands slow beat. His smokey gaze made me tremble. He whispered between clenched teeth, "When you're sucking my dick be as nasty as you want and need to be. I want my dick wet and sloppy, understand?" I nodded quickly. "Now open your mouth real wide and suck your Daddy's dick and nuts like a good lil girl." With that last command he pulled my head to his lap by my neck.
His hand held the base as my greedy mouth latched onto his juicy head. I licked and sucked. Spit dripping down his shaft. He shook his dick in my mouth roughly bruising my lips. "Take this fat dick, baby." My mouth dropped further to take more of him. "Open up wide. Be a big girl and take it all." I spread my mouth wide and slowly fell down his shaft. When I hesitated, he pushed firmly little by little. My nose pressed to his nuckle. His head at my throat. I choked. "Good girl, choke on Daddy's dick." My spit drenched him. I closed my mouth tight and encased him in the heat of my mouth. He groan harshly then gripped my hair and pulled me off his meat. I gasped for air. "Again!" I dropped onto him and without his guidance gave my Daddy what he liked so. His skin dragging across my tongue, his smell, his taste...I couldn't get enough. I devoured my treat.
"Look at me!" As my head drove up and down my chocolate lollipop, I met his eyes. I lashed him with my tongue. I grazed his skin with my teeth. I sucked. I drooled. I pumped him with my fist. He started to groan again and again. With one hand he gripped my hair and held me just out of reach. With the other he started slowly pumping himself. "Open up little girl. Daddy's going to feed you some hot cream."
Like a hungry little bird, I held my lips wide and tongue out. My eyes looking up at Daddy so helplessly wanting. One stroke. Two. Three. His cum violently erupted out of his pulsing head. The hot delicious nut landing in my mouth, on my tongue, on my lips, across my cheek. When Daddy threw back his head and shouted my name, I looked down to see the beautiful white cream running over his head, down his shaft, and across his fingers. As his gripped slipped in my hair I immediately latched on to him again to milk him dry.
Every drop was my reward. My treat. For being a good girl. Long minutes passed as I cleaned Daddy up with my tongue. I couldn't get enough. I heard Daddy sigh so contentedly. His hands rested lightly on my back stroking his Kitten. Gently he grasped my hand and pulled me up his body to hold me close. He kissed my ear and stroked my hip. I snuggled into his warmth and whispered, "Daddy, you tasted so good."
He chuckled warmly, "You're an excellent cock sucker, little girl. Daddy is quite pleased with you."
Sweetly I asked, "Does that mean I can do it again?" Another laugh and a tight squeeze and my heart almost burst with love for my Daddy.
"Oh yes, baby. But first, I need to return the favor and show you what I else I now expect out of you."
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean Daddy?"
Shifting his weight and pushing me onto my back, he growled, "How about I show you, little girl. Show you how to be a nasty little slut for Daddy." Then his lips covered mine, and I lost myself to Daddy's deep thorough kiss.
To be continued...
P.S. Be brave...say something you naughty perv. lol
Below the Surface
A friend sent this my way. Many thanks. It set me to writing once again...
I fly higher.
Yet the inevitable crash is vicious.
I dive deeper.
And drown in the murky depths.
I burn brighter.
Like a falling star doomed to crumble.
I grow colder.
Than an Arctic winter's dawn.
No middle ground.
I am destine to the long, dark road.
I live.
I breathe.
I feel.
I love.
I run until I stumble.
I dance until I collapse.
And take merciless blows,
That never quite seem to heal.
I give.
Until I'm starving.
I laugh and weep.
Until I ache.
My passion runs hot and rampant.
Never content with the safety of the center.
I am your sweetest wet dream.
I am your living nightmare.
I am the brightest dawn.
I am the darkest of night.
Strong.
Yet damaged beyond repair.
Peace.
Within a vortex of chaos.
I desire kindness and patience.
Comfort and protection.
Not careless disregard.
Nor foolish games.
I seek a foundation.
To take root and blossom.
Not shifting sands.
And razor shards.
I seek no drama.
But I'll stand and fight.
Until that which I cherish.
Leaves my side.
Survive the day.
Withstand the crashing tide.
Brutal honesty.
Amid blatant lies.
I lick my wounds in the shadows.
And stand proud and distant come the morn.
~The Sole Lioness
BTW...be brave. Say something.
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night, the night...
- Audioslave - I am the Highway
************
I fly higher.
Yet the inevitable crash is vicious.
I dive deeper.
And drown in the murky depths.
I burn brighter.
Like a falling star doomed to crumble.
I grow colder.
Than an Arctic winter's dawn.
No middle ground.
I am destine to the long, dark road.
I live.
I breathe.
I feel.
I love.
I run until I stumble.
I dance until I collapse.
And take merciless blows,
That never quite seem to heal.
I give.
Until I'm starving.
I laugh and weep.
Until I ache.
My passion runs hot and rampant.
Never content with the safety of the center.
I am your sweetest wet dream.
I am your living nightmare.
I am the brightest dawn.
I am the darkest of night.
Strong.
Yet damaged beyond repair.
Peace.
Within a vortex of chaos.
I desire kindness and patience.
Comfort and protection.
Not careless disregard.
Nor foolish games.
I seek a foundation.
To take root and blossom.
Not shifting sands.
And razor shards.
I seek no drama.
But I'll stand and fight.
Until that which I cherish.
Leaves my side.
Survive the day.
Withstand the crashing tide.
Brutal honesty.
Amid blatant lies.
I lick my wounds in the shadows.
And stand proud and distant come the morn.
~The Sole Lioness
BTW...be brave. Say something.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Put It All Away
Pain.
Sharp.
Deep.
Choking.
I can no longer sit and watch myself bleed out.
I have to put it all away.
I've waited.
I've tried.
I've begged.
I've fought.
I've been given no choice but to give up.
I have to put it all away.
All that I've felt.
All that I've gained.
All that I've lost.
All that has been broken.
I can't save it alone. I couldn't save it alone.
I have to put it all away.
Sweep up the pieces.
The shattered needs.
The raw vulnerability.
They couldn't survive recklessness.
Intentional.
Careless.
Selfish.
Thoughtless.
The choices made were not my own.
I have to put it all away.
Consequences no one understands.
Yet I must pay.
The little one's new voice buried in silence.
The wicked one simply lost in emptiness.
No one to comfort.
The ache, the hurt, the tears.
No one who understands or even cares.
All that was lost.
I have to survive. I always just survive.
I have to put it all away.
~A Very Weary Lioness
Sharp.
Deep.
Choking.
I can no longer sit and watch myself bleed out.
I have to put it all away.
I've waited.
I've tried.
I've begged.
I've fought.
I've been given no choice but to give up.
I have to put it all away.
All that I've felt.
All that I've gained.
All that I've lost.
All that has been broken.
I can't save it alone. I couldn't save it alone.
I have to put it all away.
Sweep up the pieces.
The shattered needs.
The raw vulnerability.
They couldn't survive recklessness.
Intentional.
Careless.
Selfish.
Thoughtless.
The choices made were not my own.
I have to put it all away.
Consequences no one understands.
Yet I must pay.
The little one's new voice buried in silence.
The wicked one simply lost in emptiness.
No one to comfort.
The ache, the hurt, the tears.
No one who understands or even cares.
All that was lost.
I have to survive. I always just survive.
I have to put it all away.
~A Very Weary Lioness
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Play Toy
I've been questioned on my role as a Toy, which I thought seemed quite self-explanatory. Here's a bit more...detail.
Take me out when you're in the mood.
I'll be anything you want me to be.
We'll have the best play when you have time.
No demands, no worries, no responsibility.
Just close your eyes and dream the dream.
And I'll bring it all to life, my dear.
I have no emotions, no thoughts, no dreams.
I'm simply an escape from all you hate and fear.
You can tell your tales or keep your secrets.
It makes no difference to me.
I suck, I fuck as you need.
I'm the perfect toy as you can see.
A whore. A slave. A little girl.
A warm, willing body for you to touch.
Your domme. Your bitch. Your nasty slut.
I'll cum and please you, I don't need much.
Some dream of me.
Some know my name.
It's all the same.
It's just a game.
Who I am and what I feel.
You truly don't have to care.
My needs don't matter to you I know.
You really wouldn't dare.
You take.
I give.
That's the life,
I live.
Your wife and mistresses
Your lovers and friends.
I know they matter most to you.
In the end.
Just put me down when you're all done.
And it's time for you to walk away.
You'll shut the door and go on with life.
I know you never intended to stay.
~Kat
Take me out when you're in the mood.
I'll be anything you want me to be.
We'll have the best play when you have time.
No demands, no worries, no responsibility.
Just close your eyes and dream the dream.
And I'll bring it all to life, my dear.
I have no emotions, no thoughts, no dreams.
I'm simply an escape from all you hate and fear.
You can tell your tales or keep your secrets.
It makes no difference to me.
I suck, I fuck as you need.
I'm the perfect toy as you can see.
A whore. A slave. A little girl.
A warm, willing body for you to touch.
Your domme. Your bitch. Your nasty slut.
I'll cum and please you, I don't need much.
Some dream of me.
Some know my name.
It's all the same.
It's just a game.
Who I am and what I feel.
You truly don't have to care.
My needs don't matter to you I know.
You really wouldn't dare.
You take.
I give.
That's the life,
I live.
Your wife and mistresses
Your lovers and friends.
I know they matter most to you.
In the end.
Just put me down when you're all done.
And it's time for you to walk away.
You'll shut the door and go on with life.
I know you never intended to stay.
~Kat
Friday, October 14, 2011
Sweet Patient Torture - Part II
In case you missed Part I
Still trying to catch my breath from the deep throating I'd just finished, it took a moment before I could catalogue what limbs to move to comply with my order. It was a moment too long. While one hand purposely gripped on my forearm to keep my balanced, he slapped my pussy quick and sharp. "Move, bitch." I shifted my weight and turned around. His hands trailing firmly around my waist to ensure my safety. My leash dragging tauntingly across my body.
I had braced myself to bend again at my waist when his fingers grasped mine. "Wait." I clasped onto them desperately. The intimacy. The moment of tenderness. Released. Both hands holding my waist. "On your knees. Face down. Ass up." He guided me gracefully to my proper position. My head rested so securely on the floor at his feet. I breathed a small sigh of relief at the small bit of steadiness, he'd granted me.
He'd claimed my leash again, dragging it loosely across my bound arms and the open expanse of my back. "I like my good, obedient bitch on her knees." He molded each ass cheek. I closed my eyes and let myself fly with his voice and his touch. "Are you in heat for your Master?"
A shiver ran down my spine. "Yes, Sire. I'm your bitch in heat. I need fucked."
"And what part of you needs fucked?" With both hands he spread my cheeks wide apart baring my puckered, dark pink asshole.
"Every fuckhole I have needs your hard dick, Sire."
He laughed darkly. "And every one of your fuckholes will get reamed tonight. I promise you. You'll be dripping in my cum and rain, my sweet whore." He released my cheeks and unbound my wrists. "Show me your fuckholes." I gripped my fat ass and opened myself up to him without any hesitation. Suddenly his hot, wet tongue was flickering against my tight bud. I froze. I groaned. I trembled. His teasing strokes grew more demanding. A slight push into me. I gasped. His hand struck my inner thigh impatiently. "Open up, bitch." I relaxed and loosened to receive his extraordinarily intimate dives. Deeper. Deeper. His mouth lubed my asshole with his hot spit. Deeper. The intensity building brutally quick. Deeper. He shook his head, and I exploded.
"Master!" My squirting cunt rained down on the floor in a puddle. As I was cumming, he pushed his long middle finger deep in my ass and shoved three fingers of his other hand in my pussy.
"Keep cumming..." He pounded me with his hands. Another gushing orgasm. "I'm going to fuck the dog shit out of my spoiled fuck toy soon." Twisting his wrists. Another. "And you will serve this dick over and over and over." I simply grunted with the next mind splintering orgasm. He pulled both hands free of my gripping holes. The abrupt void dragged me from one mental extreme to another. I only had time for one deep breath then he slapped at my cunt. "You're such a good nasty slut aren't you?" I cried out. Another slap. Then I felt a brittle, wet cold on my asshole. I hissed in response and instinctively tried to shift away, but he quickly snatched the leash and pulled me back. "No, no...Suck on this ice cube with your asshole, slut."
My nails dug into my ass cheeks at the cold. "As you wish, Sire." Sweetly seductive with an edge of brisk pain. Just the tip was fucking my hot greedy hole. It's melting tears running down my crack.
"Perfect, my nasty little bitch. I love watching your ass suck at my dick, but this is lovely as well. Do you remember me doing it to another slut?"
"Yes, Sire. I remember." The icy shafts strokes were brutal. I panted. He final removed my erotic torture and leaned forward. His tongue felt like fire piercing me. I whimpered speechless. Two...three strokes. He milked a long, slow, deep orgasm from my soul that left me limp and the floor beneath me a puddle of hot cum. A kiss. A lick. Along warm breath slowed my racing heart.
"Come here my pet." He gently worked the leash and nudged me to turn around and kneel at his feet. My knees damp. My arms limp. He brought my head to rest softly on his knee and began to pet my hair reassuringly. My eyes fluttered shut. My mind in a haze. As I basked in his tenderness, I felt the cold kiss drag across my lips. "Open up and take your treat, baby." My lips opened and I sucked the ice cube so recently fucking my ass into my mouth. "Good girl," he whispered. He continued as he stroked me, "I love when my bitch is fed by my hand."
The last bits melted silently in my mouth and slipped down my throat.
"Thank you, Master."
Still trying to catch my breath from the deep throating I'd just finished, it took a moment before I could catalogue what limbs to move to comply with my order. It was a moment too long. While one hand purposely gripped on my forearm to keep my balanced, he slapped my pussy quick and sharp. "Move, bitch." I shifted my weight and turned around. His hands trailing firmly around my waist to ensure my safety. My leash dragging tauntingly across my body.
I had braced myself to bend again at my waist when his fingers grasped mine. "Wait." I clasped onto them desperately. The intimacy. The moment of tenderness. Released. Both hands holding my waist. "On your knees. Face down. Ass up." He guided me gracefully to my proper position. My head rested so securely on the floor at his feet. I breathed a small sigh of relief at the small bit of steadiness, he'd granted me.
He'd claimed my leash again, dragging it loosely across my bound arms and the open expanse of my back. "I like my good, obedient bitch on her knees." He molded each ass cheek. I closed my eyes and let myself fly with his voice and his touch. "Are you in heat for your Master?"
A shiver ran down my spine. "Yes, Sire. I'm your bitch in heat. I need fucked."
"And what part of you needs fucked?" With both hands he spread my cheeks wide apart baring my puckered, dark pink asshole.
"Every fuckhole I have needs your hard dick, Sire."
He laughed darkly. "And every one of your fuckholes will get reamed tonight. I promise you. You'll be dripping in my cum and rain, my sweet whore." He released my cheeks and unbound my wrists. "Show me your fuckholes." I gripped my fat ass and opened myself up to him without any hesitation. Suddenly his hot, wet tongue was flickering against my tight bud. I froze. I groaned. I trembled. His teasing strokes grew more demanding. A slight push into me. I gasped. His hand struck my inner thigh impatiently. "Open up, bitch." I relaxed and loosened to receive his extraordinarily intimate dives. Deeper. Deeper. His mouth lubed my asshole with his hot spit. Deeper. The intensity building brutally quick. Deeper. He shook his head, and I exploded.
"Master!" My squirting cunt rained down on the floor in a puddle. As I was cumming, he pushed his long middle finger deep in my ass and shoved three fingers of his other hand in my pussy.
"Keep cumming..." He pounded me with his hands. Another gushing orgasm. "I'm going to fuck the dog shit out of my spoiled fuck toy soon." Twisting his wrists. Another. "And you will serve this dick over and over and over." I simply grunted with the next mind splintering orgasm. He pulled both hands free of my gripping holes. The abrupt void dragged me from one mental extreme to another. I only had time for one deep breath then he slapped at my cunt. "You're such a good nasty slut aren't you?" I cried out. Another slap. Then I felt a brittle, wet cold on my asshole. I hissed in response and instinctively tried to shift away, but he quickly snatched the leash and pulled me back. "No, no...Suck on this ice cube with your asshole, slut."
My nails dug into my ass cheeks at the cold. "As you wish, Sire." Sweetly seductive with an edge of brisk pain. Just the tip was fucking my hot greedy hole. It's melting tears running down my crack.
"Perfect, my nasty little bitch. I love watching your ass suck at my dick, but this is lovely as well. Do you remember me doing it to another slut?"
"Yes, Sire. I remember." The icy shafts strokes were brutal. I panted. He final removed my erotic torture and leaned forward. His tongue felt like fire piercing me. I whimpered speechless. Two...three strokes. He milked a long, slow, deep orgasm from my soul that left me limp and the floor beneath me a puddle of hot cum. A kiss. A lick. Along warm breath slowed my racing heart.
"Come here my pet." He gently worked the leash and nudged me to turn around and kneel at his feet. My knees damp. My arms limp. He brought my head to rest softly on his knee and began to pet my hair reassuringly. My eyes fluttered shut. My mind in a haze. As I basked in his tenderness, I felt the cold kiss drag across my lips. "Open up and take your treat, baby." My lips opened and I sucked the ice cube so recently fucking my ass into my mouth. "Good girl," he whispered. He continued as he stroked me, "I love when my bitch is fed by my hand."
The last bits melted silently in my mouth and slipped down my throat.
"Thank you, Master."
With and Without
Without trust, there can be no friendship.
Without honesty, there is no respect.
Without honor, there is no love.
With submission comes responsibility.
With freedom comes control.
Without action and deed, words are meaningless.
Without self-discipline, there's no value.
Without boundaries, there's no place to build.
With carelessness, comes cruelty.
With deceit, comes destruction.
Cause and effect.
Behavior and consequences.
I can no more change these truths than I can change the wind.
And I must accept that I cannot change what I've become.
~Kat
Without honesty, there is no respect.
Without honor, there is no love.
With submission comes responsibility.
With freedom comes control.
Without action and deed, words are meaningless.
Without self-discipline, there's no value.
Without boundaries, there's no place to build.
With carelessness, comes cruelty.
With deceit, comes destruction.
Cause and effect.
Behavior and consequences.
I can no more change these truths than I can change the wind.
And I must accept that I cannot change what I've become.
~Kat
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Between Heaven and Hell
It's a fine line.
Between heaven,
And hell.
A razor's edge.
A blade's wicked tip.
I drown in flames.
Under a cool summer rain.
A slice of pain.
A kiss of passion.
To fly.
To stumble.
It's a fine line.
Between heaven,
And hell.
The dark road twists and turns.
Lost in the shadows and games.
The cold comfort of survival.
The hot vice of seduction.
A fight to be free.
A chain that strangles.
Impossible truth.
Sweet cutting lies.
Don't ask for sweet poison.
It shatters at the core.
No way to win.
Loss at every crossroads.
It's a fine line.
Between heaven,
And hell.
I walk that fine line.
I dance that fine line.
I crash on that fine line.
Between heaven.
And hell.
~K.
Between heaven,
And hell.
A razor's edge.
A blade's wicked tip.
I drown in flames.
Under a cool summer rain.
A slice of pain.
A kiss of passion.
To fly.
To stumble.
It's a fine line.
Between heaven,
And hell.
The dark road twists and turns.
Lost in the shadows and games.
The cold comfort of survival.
The hot vice of seduction.
A fight to be free.
A chain that strangles.
Impossible truth.
Sweet cutting lies.
Don't ask for sweet poison.
It shatters at the core.
No way to win.
Loss at every crossroads.
It's a fine line.
Between heaven,
And hell.
I walk that fine line.
I dance that fine line.
I crash on that fine line.
Between heaven.
And hell.
~K.
Flipping the Table
Sometimes you just have to flip the table over and let everything crash down so you can sift through the mess.
I'm full.
Very, very full.
Time to clear my mind, heart, and soul, shake off the mud, and get back on my feet again.
~A Lioness Taking a Long Walk in the Woods
I'm full.
Very, very full.
Time to clear my mind, heart, and soul, shake off the mud, and get back on my feet again.
~A Lioness Taking a Long Walk in the Woods
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Daddy's Good Little Girl - Part III
In case you missed Part II
Or Part I
I hopped up from Daddy's lap and scuttled onto the big wide bed, my spanking forgotten. Kneeling, I turned around anxious for my Daddy to join me and begin to teach me the mystery I longed to understand. He slowly stood as he loosened his tie and removed his suit jacket. His eyes roamed over my body, and heat filled me. "Lay down, Kitten. Stretch out so I can see that long, thick, 5' 11" body of yours." He unbuttoned his cuffs while he silently watched me obey his direction. "Do you trust me, Kitten?" he asked rolling his sleeves.
My breath caught for some unknown reason. I knew this was important. "Yes, Daddy. I trust you."
His weight shifted the bed and butterflies danced in my tummy. He stretched out on his side next to me. With his finger he tipped my head back so I was looking into his eyes. "And are you going to try very hard to be Daddy's Good Little Girl?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. I promise I'll be very, very good for you."
The rest of his fingers extended to cup my cheek as he searched my face. His hand slid back to clench my hair, and he pulled my head into the crook of his arm. "Open your mouth, Kitten." Immediately my lips parted and his tongue slipped between them like a hot, wet sword. My heart raced. My breath caught. His tongue demanded my obedience. I whimpered as his teeth bit my lower lip, but his tongue quickly dragged across it to temper the sting. It seemed natural when he pulled back just a bit to suck his tongue in and out of my mouth. With a groan, he broke the suction. "Pull down your dress again so I can look at your breasts." I hurried to bare myself, eager to have him touch me again.
"They ache Daddy so much. Please..."
I felt his hand cup my heavy globe. I arched into his touch instinctually and moaned. "I love your fat, heavy tits. From now on you will show these to me whenever and where ever I ask. Is that understood?"
Breathlessly, "Yes, Daddy. I understand." He pinched my pebbled, begging nipple hard then brought it to his mouth and sucked. My back arched and the hot, ache spread violently through my body.
"Oh, Daddy. Please, Daddy. It hurts," I whimpered.
With a final lash of his tongue he lifted from my nipple. "Tell Daddy where it hurts." I tucked my face into his shoulder shyly not wanting to admit the truth. A soft kiss to my cheek. To my ear. "Be a good girl and tell me, Kitten so I can make it better."
I mumbled into his shoulder. "No, be a big girl. Say it. To be a big girl, you have to be brave and tell Daddy everything you feel no matter what. I'm going to teach you all the words you need, so that I'll know exactly what my little girl needs and when. But first tell Daddy where it aches so bad."
I leaned my lips close to his ear and ever so quietly admitted my naughty need. "In my panties, Daddy. It hurts in my panties."
His grip on me tightened ever so softly in reassurance. "Good girl. Very, very good girl. Now pull your dress up. Show Daddy where it aches." I closed my eyes, and my nervous hands reached down and inched up my hem to reveal the delicate two inch band of my panties. His warm fingertips traced the top edge. I moan softly wanting something I couldn't describe.
"Tell Daddy what you want. Say it. You know what you want don't you?"
My frustration mounted. My hips moved closer to feel more of his touch. "Please Daddy...Touch me." A deep breath. "Touch me in my panties."
Gently and so slowly it seemed to hurt, his hand slipped under the band and moved down. "Spread your legs, Kitten. Let Daddy give you what you need." My legs moved slightly apart. He halted his hand. "Further," he encouraged. "Spread them as far apart as they will go, or I'll stop right now." I gave in to the helpless need and surrendered my shy bit of fear. I opened my thighs for my Daddy like a good girl. He rewarded me and continued to inch closer. I held my breath. So close, I could feel it. The tension was vibrating through my still body, waiting.
"Open your eyes and look at me." I opened my eyes and stared into my Daddy's warm chocolate eyes as he slipped his hand between my legs and cupped me. My eyes widen. The little explosions that danced in me left me gasping. "Daddy!"
Heat flared in his eyes. "Yes, Kitten. Feel it. Just let yourself feel it." His hand rubbed against me again and again just a fraction of movement back and forth. "You're so nice and wet. I'm very, very pleased." He kissed my cheek. He traced my ear with his tongue. He held me so close, I'd never felt safer. "This is our little secret Kitten, do you understand? Even though your way past old enough, some people won't appreciate what a good little girl you are for Daddy. So promise, Daddy..."
His words added to my need and the bond building between us. With no doubt or hesitation, "Yes, Daddy. I promise. Our little secret. Just please....don't stop. It feels so good when you rub me down there. But...it still...aches. It's getting worse, Daddy. Please..." My hips had begun to grind against his palm instinctually.
"Oh yes...You're such a good little girl, Kitten. It aches because you need me to rub this sweet little button you have. Right..." His fingers shifted and focused. I could feel them pull just a bit and then. "Here."
At that first direct touch, I cried out harshly. "Daddy!!!" He started to rub hard and fast against me.
"Let go, baby. Give Daddy that sweet sugar." Over and over again he stroked me. I panted and began to tremble uncontrollably, yet still he continued. I clung to him desperately. The pressure built higher and higher. "Give it to me. Like a good fucking little girl," he growled. I shattered.
"Daddy!" In my mind a thousand sparkling pieces showered down on me. He cupped me close and I could feel hot, warm juice spurt against Daddy's palm and fingers. He rubbed and coated my skin. "There's my girl. Oh yes, baby. Cum for Daddy." The hot center of me pulsed and quivered. My uncontrolled moans filled the room as he continued to nurture ever ounce of pleasure from me. "So...good. Daddy is so proud of you, Kitten. All this sugar for me."
He continued to praise me softly, until slowly the intensity began to recede. Daddy's petting gradually become more calming, and my breathing slowed. When he gently removed his hand from my panties, I watched as he licked my sugar from one finger. "Mmmmm...my Kitten tastes very good. Look how wet you were for me." He held his dripping fingers in front of me. "You've done a very good job, baby. I think you've earned an extra special treat. But first...taste. Taste your sugar. Suck and lick it off my hand."
I opened my mouth and took a long lick from his wrist to the tip of his finger. Then slowly pulled it into my mouth and sucked as I was instructed. Daddy sucked in a little breath, but I didn't stop. I licked and sucked and tasted the addictive sweet sugar Daddy inspired in me. Once I finished, he leaned down to me and gave me a long slow kiss. When he released my lips, I asked, "Daddy...what's my special treat?"
His grip on me tighten. "I have some candy for you, little girl. A nice fat chocolate lollipop for you to suck on."
"Ooh! Really? Thank you, Daddy! Can I have it now?!?"
"You can definitely have it now, Kitten."
To be continued...
Part IV
Or Part I
I hopped up from Daddy's lap and scuttled onto the big wide bed, my spanking forgotten. Kneeling, I turned around anxious for my Daddy to join me and begin to teach me the mystery I longed to understand. He slowly stood as he loosened his tie and removed his suit jacket. His eyes roamed over my body, and heat filled me. "Lay down, Kitten. Stretch out so I can see that long, thick, 5' 11" body of yours." He unbuttoned his cuffs while he silently watched me obey his direction. "Do you trust me, Kitten?" he asked rolling his sleeves.
My breath caught for some unknown reason. I knew this was important. "Yes, Daddy. I trust you."
His weight shifted the bed and butterflies danced in my tummy. He stretched out on his side next to me. With his finger he tipped my head back so I was looking into his eyes. "And are you going to try very hard to be Daddy's Good Little Girl?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. I promise I'll be very, very good for you."
The rest of his fingers extended to cup my cheek as he searched my face. His hand slid back to clench my hair, and he pulled my head into the crook of his arm. "Open your mouth, Kitten." Immediately my lips parted and his tongue slipped between them like a hot, wet sword. My heart raced. My breath caught. His tongue demanded my obedience. I whimpered as his teeth bit my lower lip, but his tongue quickly dragged across it to temper the sting. It seemed natural when he pulled back just a bit to suck his tongue in and out of my mouth. With a groan, he broke the suction. "Pull down your dress again so I can look at your breasts." I hurried to bare myself, eager to have him touch me again.
"They ache Daddy so much. Please..."
I felt his hand cup my heavy globe. I arched into his touch instinctually and moaned. "I love your fat, heavy tits. From now on you will show these to me whenever and where ever I ask. Is that understood?"
Breathlessly, "Yes, Daddy. I understand." He pinched my pebbled, begging nipple hard then brought it to his mouth and sucked. My back arched and the hot, ache spread violently through my body.
"Oh, Daddy. Please, Daddy. It hurts," I whimpered.
With a final lash of his tongue he lifted from my nipple. "Tell Daddy where it hurts." I tucked my face into his shoulder shyly not wanting to admit the truth. A soft kiss to my cheek. To my ear. "Be a good girl and tell me, Kitten so I can make it better."
I mumbled into his shoulder. "No, be a big girl. Say it. To be a big girl, you have to be brave and tell Daddy everything you feel no matter what. I'm going to teach you all the words you need, so that I'll know exactly what my little girl needs and when. But first tell Daddy where it aches so bad."
I leaned my lips close to his ear and ever so quietly admitted my naughty need. "In my panties, Daddy. It hurts in my panties."
His grip on me tightened ever so softly in reassurance. "Good girl. Very, very good girl. Now pull your dress up. Show Daddy where it aches." I closed my eyes, and my nervous hands reached down and inched up my hem to reveal the delicate two inch band of my panties. His warm fingertips traced the top edge. I moan softly wanting something I couldn't describe.
"Tell Daddy what you want. Say it. You know what you want don't you?"
My frustration mounted. My hips moved closer to feel more of his touch. "Please Daddy...Touch me." A deep breath. "Touch me in my panties."
Gently and so slowly it seemed to hurt, his hand slipped under the band and moved down. "Spread your legs, Kitten. Let Daddy give you what you need." My legs moved slightly apart. He halted his hand. "Further," he encouraged. "Spread them as far apart as they will go, or I'll stop right now." I gave in to the helpless need and surrendered my shy bit of fear. I opened my thighs for my Daddy like a good girl. He rewarded me and continued to inch closer. I held my breath. So close, I could feel it. The tension was vibrating through my still body, waiting.
"Open your eyes and look at me." I opened my eyes and stared into my Daddy's warm chocolate eyes as he slipped his hand between my legs and cupped me. My eyes widen. The little explosions that danced in me left me gasping. "Daddy!"
Heat flared in his eyes. "Yes, Kitten. Feel it. Just let yourself feel it." His hand rubbed against me again and again just a fraction of movement back and forth. "You're so nice and wet. I'm very, very pleased." He kissed my cheek. He traced my ear with his tongue. He held me so close, I'd never felt safer. "This is our little secret Kitten, do you understand? Even though your way past old enough, some people won't appreciate what a good little girl you are for Daddy. So promise, Daddy..."
His words added to my need and the bond building between us. With no doubt or hesitation, "Yes, Daddy. I promise. Our little secret. Just please....don't stop. It feels so good when you rub me down there. But...it still...aches. It's getting worse, Daddy. Please..." My hips had begun to grind against his palm instinctually.
"Oh yes...You're such a good little girl, Kitten. It aches because you need me to rub this sweet little button you have. Right..." His fingers shifted and focused. I could feel them pull just a bit and then. "Here."
At that first direct touch, I cried out harshly. "Daddy!!!" He started to rub hard and fast against me.
"Let go, baby. Give Daddy that sweet sugar." Over and over again he stroked me. I panted and began to tremble uncontrollably, yet still he continued. I clung to him desperately. The pressure built higher and higher. "Give it to me. Like a good fucking little girl," he growled. I shattered.
"Daddy!" In my mind a thousand sparkling pieces showered down on me. He cupped me close and I could feel hot, warm juice spurt against Daddy's palm and fingers. He rubbed and coated my skin. "There's my girl. Oh yes, baby. Cum for Daddy." The hot center of me pulsed and quivered. My uncontrolled moans filled the room as he continued to nurture ever ounce of pleasure from me. "So...good. Daddy is so proud of you, Kitten. All this sugar for me."
He continued to praise me softly, until slowly the intensity began to recede. Daddy's petting gradually become more calming, and my breathing slowed. When he gently removed his hand from my panties, I watched as he licked my sugar from one finger. "Mmmmm...my Kitten tastes very good. Look how wet you were for me." He held his dripping fingers in front of me. "You've done a very good job, baby. I think you've earned an extra special treat. But first...taste. Taste your sugar. Suck and lick it off my hand."
I opened my mouth and took a long lick from his wrist to the tip of his finger. Then slowly pulled it into my mouth and sucked as I was instructed. Daddy sucked in a little breath, but I didn't stop. I licked and sucked and tasted the addictive sweet sugar Daddy inspired in me. Once I finished, he leaned down to me and gave me a long slow kiss. When he released my lips, I asked, "Daddy...what's my special treat?"
His grip on me tighten. "I have some candy for you, little girl. A nice fat chocolate lollipop for you to suck on."
"Ooh! Really? Thank you, Daddy! Can I have it now?!?"
"You can definitely have it now, Kitten."
To be continued...
Part IV
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