I am looking for someone for a long term relationship. Someone to go out with--someone to stay home with. Someone to have great, far-ranging conversations with, and someone to be still with. Someone who respects me. Someone who is worthy of my trust and adoration. Someone who can just as easily make me laugh as make me scream. 

I am looking for someone who values and meets my needs, which are not many. Good morning and good night texts. Lots of time to spend with me on the weekends. Attention, affection, approval, and security in the relationship. To be your priority.

I am looking for someone who is positive, open, fun, intelligent, with a strong sex drive and a big dick (or the willingness and ability to compensate in some way). It would be super if you're tall.

My NO WAY list includes smokers, married fuckers, slut-shamers, and believers (in gods, conspiracies, or "toxins"). I am pretty much the opposite of all of these things. Also, if you don't live nearby--I'm not interested in a cyber or long distance relationship. 

My kinks include Daddy/babygirl incest role play; consensual non-consent; breathplay; BIG fucking knives (but not cutting); exhibitionism, public play and voyeurism.

Daddy and Baby Girl

Part 3: Saturday Night

Daddy and Baby Girl spend the afternoon doing mundane chores and resting up for the evening. Soon enough, it’s time to get ready. Baby Girl puts her hair up in pig tails. She slips black patent Mary Janes on over her lace-trimmed bobby socks. She pulls on white lacey panties and a slip dress.

Daddy tells her “Good girl!” when he sees her. He knows that the socks and shoes might raise an eyebrow here or there, but that otherwise no one would notice them much as they arrive at the dungeon.

After paying and entering, and saying a few hellos, Baby Girl takes off her slip dress, rolls it up, and puts it carefully into the stuffed monkey backpack she brought. She slips the backpack on and hands the leash to Daddy. He clips it to her backpack. A passing Dom chuckles and quips, “Afraid of losing her in the crowd?”

They watch a few scenes and experiment with a friend’s new violet wand. After Daddy figures Baby Girl’s anticipation is at a fever-pitch, he grabs his toy bag and ushers them to the spider web. Daddy takes his time binding his baby girl to the apparatus. He is careful and methodical with such things, always.

Daddy starts the scene by kissing his girl and telling her that he loves her. “Yes, Daddy, I know you do. Thank you. I love you, too, Daddy!” she replies.

Daddy pinches her buttocks--makes them nice and rosy. Then he soothes her backside with a fur mitt. He scratches her, kisses her, spanks her. He makes her wait and he overwhelms her. Finally he brings out the flogger that he knows she’s been waiting all week for. At first, he teases her--playing with how hard or fast he hits her. He knows, though, that every fiber of her consciousness is focused on her back, the flogger, and him. Finally, he begins the rhythm she needs. He starts slow and light but builds gradually, evenly, in speed and force. Baby Girl relaxes physically, then her focus lets loose. She’s flying faster than her worries, her words, her thoughts. Daddy observes her breathing, her posture, the tension in her muscles, the dilation of her pupils. He knows when she begins to fly and he keeps the rhythm steady for as long as he can.

Eventually, Daddy gradually slows the rhythm of the flogger. He lightens the force of the flogging, bit by bit. He observes as Baby Girl stands just a tad straighter. He smiles when he hears her sigh. He drops the flogger in his bag and smoothes her back with his hands. Around in circles and figure 8’s he goes, loving her with his palms. He unties her from the spider web and wraps her lovingly in a blanket. He ushers her to a couch and they sit and cuddle as she slowly drifts down from space.

Daddy and Baby Girl

Part 2: Saturday Morning:

Daddy has a special treat for Baby Girl. He lays out the clothes he wants her to wear and tells her to grab her camera. Despite her pleading, Daddy keeps the secret until it becomes obvious when they pull into the parking lot of the botanical garden. Baby Girl squeals with delight!

The two walk leisurely hand in hand. Daddy smiles indulgently as they stop every few yards for Baby Girl to take pictures. He even smiles and poses for her to take pictures of him. After a while, they stop for a picnic lunch. Daddy talks about going to the dungeon that evening. He tells Baby Girl all the wicked, wicked things he’s going to do to her once they get there. He tries to make her gasp at least three times and blush to the roots of her hair. When she says, “No, Daddy, that’s too much!” he demands she tell him whether her panties are wet. Embarrassed, she looks away. “Guess I’ll find out for myself, then,” Daddy says.

He begins to slide his hand under the hem of her dress, causing Baby Girl to squeek and squirm. “Quiet!” he orders. “You don’t want people to see, do you?” he challenges. Baby Girl quiets, but looks all around her constantly, worriedly.

She knows Daddy will find very wet panties--and so does he know it. As soon as he touches them he removes his hand. They are where they can be plainly seen and he doesn’t want to get them kicked out--too much fun is still ahead!

Daddy picks up the camera and Baby Girl grabs the picnic stuff, feeling a bit like Red Riding Hood. The wolf, er, Daddy begins taking pictures of her. He directs her to pose this way or that. They move into a more secluded part of the gardens and Daddy’s pose commands change. He tells her to bend over and lift her skirt, showing her panties. He tells her to unbutton her blouse, showing her bra. They continue moving into more and more private areas until he is satisfied. He orders Baby Girl to remove her panties and bra. She is to pull up her skirt and open her blouse completely. She is all but naked, her arousal so high she is lightheaded. Daddy snaps away.

Back in the car, Daddy says he is so proud of his Baby Girl. Because she has been such a good girl, he tells her there is a present for her in the glove box. Baby Girl bounces in her seat, so excited. She finds her present is a new glass dildo. She sighs happily and says, “I can’t wait to try it!”

Of course, Daddy answers, “Then don’t.”

She blushes.

He gives her The Look.

She sighs, with resignation this time, and tries fucking herself with the dildo under her skirt. Daddy clears his throat and she jumps. She ducks her head and lifts her skirt nearly to her waist, as she knew very well all along that was what Daddy wanted.

“That’s so beautiful,” Daddy says, as he watches the glass sculpture move in and out of his girl’s pussy--HIS pussy.

Daddy and Baby Girl

Part 1: Friday Evening

Baby Girl gets home from school, excited because she’s going to see her Daddy. She finds an email from her Daddy saying he’s had a long, hard day and not to dress up--they’ll just order in pizza or something.

“Poor Daddy!” she thinks.

Baby Girl showers and primps for Daddy. She puts on her sexiest lingerie and slips a pretty dress over her head.

Baby Girl orders the pizza and sets about making fresh tea and a lovely salad when she hears Daddy coming in the front. She smiles broadly. “Hi, Daddy! I’m sorry you had a bad day,” she calls out to him.

Suddenly, Daddy’s hand is in her hair; his growl is in her ear. As Daddy forces her to bend over the counter, Baby Girl hears the sound of a zipper. She then feels Daddy’s other hand lifting her dress and sliding her panties to the side. Baby Girl groans at the sudden intrusion of her Daddy’s cock. She knows Daddy is fucking his baby girl hard and fast in order to exorcise the frustrations of his day. She is so happy to to be such a big help to Daddy!