Stardust and Sunshine, Sundust and Starshine
This is my last week in the San Francisco Bay Area before heading north for about six weeks. I’ll…
"Promise?" "Promise.": Daddy likes to challenge me, and he knows I’m stubborn enough to... -
Daddy likes to challenge me, and he knows I’m stubborn enough to accept his challenges. I wanted a bunny tail so bad, I begged and bargained and he made me a deal; He would let me have one, but it had the be the large sized plug. “You can do it,” he said. “I’ll help you be a big girl.”
I whined and fussed when I finally held it in my hands. It was glass and heavy and beautiful. The plug was so big I could barely wrap my fingers around it. Daddy soothed me and helped me to relax. I yelped when it went in, and cried just a little. It stretched my little bum so… Daddy held me tight and pet my hair until I was calm and then whispered “Look in the mirror little bunny, look at your pretty tail.” I listened like a good girl and he was right, it was so pretty and it made me feel better.
Daddy kissed me the way bunnies like to be kissed. He pressed against my tail and I moaned. I couldn’t get enough of him. I never ever could.
I asked him very nicely if he would fuck me while my tail was in. He’s such a good Daddy that he said yes!
It was so tight, I was overwhelmed in the bestest ways.
I liked the way my tail felt when he thrust into me and Daddy liked the way I screamed into the mattress when I came.
(“The neighbours can still hear you little one,” he said. “Even when you muffle your screams.”) (I was too giggly from the cums to blush though.)
Daddy was so proud of me, he said he would get me the smaller one if I wanted, and then I could start working on my second tail-related task…
“Please!”
photo by Meg Allen, http://www.megallenstudio.com
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I had some new headshots taken, with the aim to actually capture some joy and pleasure and fun, instead of my “wartorn”
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So, I put this big call for supportout there, and you responded—you responded! Thank you! My paypal account is still pinging me occasionally! I am working on a dirty dirty story to send some of you as additional thanks—and then I have barely written this…
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“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.” — Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via swanfucker)
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You suck me down slow and easy, slide it in, each inch slow until I’m all the way in your throat. “Swallow it down, my good boy, you know how I like it.” The thought of shooting, emptying out right here, pressed deep down into you, makes me shudder. I breathe into it and that rhythm, that rhythm takes me, moves me forward, the rhythm that starts in that bowl in my hips like a quake and starts moving me almost involuntarily, and I slide a little deeper into your throat and you open, open, open.