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I am Daddy/Owner of plserformydaddy. We are looking to add select couples to our circle of friends for vanilla socializing and maybe more if there is chemistry.
I am the shell, she is the oyster.
We place a high value on compatibility first which might develop into a circle of Dom/sub, Master/slave friendships for occasional gatherings, sharing presentations, objectification, and mutual respect.
I/we are exhausted explaining that we are not seeking threesomes with unattached males. We can find you if we are interested.
"Dom wannabes" – please go to Fetlife or Slave Farm to learn. Doms without subs need not contact us.
I am a mature male and prefer sane, no drama females. She is very attractive and prefers older well-mannered men familiar with and respectful of D/s protocol. Of course discretion is expected and ensured.
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No offense meant, but prefer hwp people with good hygiene and D/D free. We are smokers and light social drinkers. I/we am far from perfect but have our preferences)
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Sex Daily…. or More.
Why do we fuck? I think it is to survive. We fuck to make peace with our private parts so that we can get through a civilized day. If you are like me, your cock or pussy speaks to you throughout the day. That sweaty carpenter with muscles gleaming through his drenched tee or the checkout girl who's melons are riper than your purchase awaken our anxious genitals to elicit a screaming response. It can disrupt out thoughts and confuse our senses, taking control of segments of our day.
The need for good to great sex daily…. or several times daily is tied to survival. To set out from your cave with your cock and balls totally drained is to have them hibernate in the darkness of your briefs until they are awakened by the light. Even the slightest impulse might stir them and cause them to contort in spacial iniquity. Bent dicks are just begging for attention. Pussies that are not healing from a total pounding and set to lying in a panty hammock with unrequited dreams, can cry torrents and soak their berth.
All of this retards the advance of civilization. An unfucked pussy and an undrained cock are dangerous and angry. Unspent passions contribute to anger, aggression, perversion, war, social injustice, domestic violence, as well as spiritual and physical atrophy… just to name a few.
If you are not totally being fucked, or fucking and know someone who shares the same deprivation, you owe it to yourself and to civilization to correct the situation.Invite your friends and neighbors to join us in the movement for a more peaceful and happier world. Get out there and start your new day totally fucked. The future depends on you! |
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An exquisite beauty
One of the pleasures of living in the D/s... DDlg world is the open realization of the ebb and flow of love, the exchange of energies or, as you will, the transfer of power that is hidden from the minds in the "vanilla" world.
In the vanilla world, relationships are shaped by societal expectations. They do not come from within those living it. Norms are dictated and strictly enforced. Moralities are imposed by mass assumption often guided by influential people with the power of mass communication.
We are guided into a world on Honey BooBoos, Kanjes, Brittneys and others. We are expected to live our lives by reflection of fabricated and molded personages... mannequin dummies of reality.
In the D/s or DDlg world, things are forced/allowed/ encouraged to be more real. For most of us in the D/s or DDlg world, guarded emotions find a hidden playground.We have learned that being open in the establishment/vanilla kingdom might cost us our heads.
For this reason we have wrapped ourselves in a hidden world. Much like children, we have built a secret clubhouse/fort deep in the woods to allow a place for our freedom to be – our voice to be heard. We have secret symbols and passwords.... even our own alternate language. Some incorporate elaborate rituals. Others borrow or create fantastic alternate realities. However we congregate to make a place where we can express our true selves, our inner beings, we open ourselves to others with the one sacred oath. Do not judge me by your standards – understand me and accept me for the being that I am. Share life with me.
I offer my blessings to those brave enough to have left the path imposed upon us and have chosen to live and share individual reality as it truly exists. It takes mercy, love, kindness and understanding to see the myriad wonders of the creation.
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The beauty of soft whispers, the elegance of silence.
The sounds coming from your dear one's mouth are as solid as their flesh is to your touch. The low tones of a secure Daddy can vibrate deep inside his little one. To have a command of words is part of mastery. To control your voice is to play a cello and let the sound be felt beyond the meaning of the words. She reflects you and whispers back with a softness as gentle as a spring breeze. Such caresses are a way of spanning great distances when you are apart.
When together her soft murmers reveal inner currents of energy. Like the humming of the power lines on a hot summer desert night. His base tones rumble through the air like distant thunder. Words would only kill the purity.
And then there is the silence. Other than feeling the breath enter and leave your treasured vessel, all is communicated in the golden candle light with gestures and expressions. A silent exquisite lovers' dance to unheard music. It is a choreography made better each time you respond to the sirens' song.
It stands in stark contrast to the heated passion that it often gives birth to. A passion of wordless moans and expressive groans wound tightly into a ball of pure extasy... seeking explosive release and eventually the beautiful fulfillment bringing a new more intimate silence. |
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Life is a dance to be savored with elegance. There is an obscure dance called the sprezzatura performed by newly pubescent young men in Sicily. The elders guide the scion to the wet sands of a beach and encircle him. He must dance the dance all the while the circle of men are throwing punches at him. He must dance with dignity and grace.... and avoid getting the shit beat out of him. This is his initiation into life as a man. There will be punches from every side, but a worthy man will learn to dodge them, or to take them but never miss a step in the gracefulness that makes his performance acceptable.
This is something that many seeking to become Daddies could benefit from. Only those capable of overcoming adversities have the metal needed to be protectors of their treasures.
For any man wishing to win the heart of a woman/child, I strongly suggest this study. Remember that a flower or a butterfly is fragile and as a blessed creation should be approached with reverence.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_of_the_Courtier
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To feel her yield. Her first chill as I touch her. Slowly tracing the curve of her cheek with my fingertips cradling her head so small in my hands. Brushing her lips with my thumb, she never resists the urge to part them and bring my thumb in to be embraced in her ready wetness – her tongue swirling to reveal naughty desires. To feel her body mold itself to mine as though we had been cast in a fateful furnace to fit together so perfectly. Her body, so soft and pliant mirrored in contrast to my leathery hardness. Feeling her shiver as my warm breath whispers secret promises of what will come.
To feel her yield. Needs aroused I embrace her and push her to the wall. It is as if the wall lends solidity to our soft waltz. Our bodies move in fluid rhythm. There is no up or down. Only flesh exploring flesh. Her legs upraised and entwining my waist. Her arms one with my shoulders – an embrace of trust only felt by a baby for her Daddy. She desires love and it is given freely.
She is mine both taken and given in a special knowledge that nothing can break the bond of a sacred love. I feel her yield giving me her everything and respond giving all that I am. |
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There are few things that bring me more pleasure then when my little sends me photos. Whether they are intimate selfies, photos of her fuzzy pets, her choice of outfit or a clip of nature seen through her eyes, they make me smile and warm me knowing I am on her mind. That she understands she is cherished in my heart even when we can't be together. She gives me a playful tickle knowing that when we are together again my touch will have even more meaning. |
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How many fully understand why their prick rises or how their pussy gets wet? It happens magically and too often without awareness. Periodic incubus and succubus visits in night dreams.... in daydreams too. Emotions rising like farts in the bathtub – not always welcomed.... senses recognized by logic only after they emerge.
The ability to become aroused or repress a sexual arousal is more foreign to most than welcoming a burp after a satisfying meal with family or suppressing a belch in civilized company. Getting an uninvited hard-on as the new secretary (read administrative assistant) leans over your desk providing an open view of her dangling globes. (is she so totally unaware of her offerings?.... is it an invitation or just a cruel coincidence?). The tightly ripped masseur who carelessly reaches across your sheeted body to service a needy shoulder and just happens to place his ball sack in your upwardly cupped palm. Fantasies without definition or resolve.
Being in touch with our bodies.... the place we live is a mystery to too many. Some pass the majority on their lives never totally feeling or understanding the flesh bag they live in. Bless the child who masturbated shamelessly and without repression. Planting memories to be reclaimed after innocence is lost. Hoarding pleasures to be reclaimed long after puberty's bloom.
I was a Daddy Dom before I knew of the culture. I have since found delight discovered definitions. That a sub willingly cares for her body not out of self-serving vanity but rather as preparing a gift centered on the joy of giving. That such an act touches you deeply and makes you want to be better yourself to justify such a gift. Finding sensual delight not in just the taste of food but in the shared ritual of selecting it, preparing it, and serving it from a conjoined lovers' plate. To choreograph a naked ballet on a culinary stage soaking in the aromas of spices both from the food and seeping through your little one's pores. To feel the frosty pureness of a berry smoothy as it slides down your throat maybe leaving drops on your body to be reclaimed by an eager tongue.
To spend an hour or two at the gym feeling the burn and sweating freely only to return home to lick trickles of your lover's essences as you enter the shower. To bathe and groom each other and then relax into mutual massage with exotic attars as ancient as sex itself. To ignite and share passions that burst forth from the vibrancy arising irrestably out of just being healthy.
To have your body tuned waiting for the music to start. Vibrations welling from deep chakras. Rising freely through you and entering your little one's body as she sends them back in gratitude.Bellies sliding along well-oiled flesh. Hands cupping tender curves and fingers probing the body's convergences. Each chakra calling out to your partner's inner being and feeling a familiar echo.
She might be sitting on your lap waiting for your next word. Maybe a word that clarifies a prepubescent memory. One wrapped in a familiar fairy tale. Safe and secure, well-fed, well-groomed, well-satisfied and well-loved she opens to you. Like a flower releasing its night dew her fragrance rises. Your story speaks of little girls and wolves stalking in the deepness if the woods. Your mind separates as you catch her scent. Your body feels primal urges. You are her protector, but she is more than your ward..... she is prey. Her moisture seeps downward as your manhood rises to release an uncontrollable lust. Your eyes glaze over as you enter a world hidden from all others but her. She feels a shiver.... she knows she is being stalked. Trust and fear mingle for an instant. Her sweet tenderness responds to the power flowing through you.
The urging in your loins cannot be ignored as you catch her up and carry her to the bed. You do not throw her down carelessly but rather gently lay her down in preparation to feast. She is caught between comfortable trust and wicked wonder. Somewhere deep inside her you have awakened a lust she never let free. As you hover over her, she seeks to appease. Buying time to understand that which races through her, she reaches out and cradles you. Her lips parting wetly to sooth the energy flowing from you. It fills her and she joins it with her own. Her mouth moves as though possessed. Talents never learned but found from deep within. She must drain you of your energy or face the unknown. As she guides you like waves on a cove gently rising and receding her own awareness is awakened. Her body shakes with confused passions. She desires you to soothe those new desires and turns away opening herself with total surrender.. Your natures welcome each other and a new ballet begins. With each movement, she recieves your energy and gives you hers. A swirling gathers your bodies as you move in rhythm. there is no longer flesh but rather nature filling every fiber of your bodies.A gift given. A gift received. Then a peace.Something new has been shared. Something new has been felt. An awareness that closes another chapter in your story.
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| Age: 20 |
| Baltimore,
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