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I‘m all alone now. I’m not good on my own. I’m a little girl inside and need a man so much. im nothing without a daddy. im lost. and I do naughty things just to feel better. Like give my holes to me I barely know. but that’s all confusing too because I know good girls have open holes. I need a daddy to hurt me and make me cry and make things all better. |
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There is this Man. I call him Daddy. I call Him God. And I can feel His power and energy all around me, entering me, filling me up. |
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I got spanked tonight and sent to the corner with soap in my mouth. My bottom hurts and I'm still teary but I deserved it. |
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I dressed like he told me too. Short pink skirt, pink and white socks, white, tight shirt. No bra or panties. hair in pigtails with ribbons. And i obeyed Him as soon as we met. "Turn around baby. Bend over. More. Show daddy Your bottom hole". He spress my butt cheeks open and inspected my holes with his eyes, his finger, his tongue. Then he told me to stand up and turn around so he could see my puffy nipples and bald cunny. He ran His fingers over my slit. Then pinched my nipples. He twisted them. Hard. And lifted my shirt and twisted them again, pulling me up to my tiptoes. And held me there. Twisting. Watching me. And finally turned me around, bent me over his knee and gave me such a hard soanking with a lecture about being a slut. Only sluts let daddy finger their bottoms. Which he did. Hard. Until i cried. He sent me home with his cum on my cunny. |
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I went out and maybe had too maby drinks and danced in my little skirt and had so much fun tonight. I think a guy fingered me dancing and it was fun but I don't know his name was it you? |
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i love the feeling of daddy's fingers touching my cunny and spreading it open. |
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i met a Man from here. A Daddy. He is married so He can't be my Daddy all the time but he stripped me, put me over his knee and spanked my bare bottom until i was crying. Then he put me in the corner with a pacifier until my sobbing had quieted a little bit. And then he did the best thing ever. He pulled me onto his lap, onto daddy's cock and he rocked me He told me i was a good baby girl, and told me to keep sucking on my paci like a good girl.
i am still surprised i liked it so much because it was full of triggers back to what made me a broken cunt in the first place.
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I went out last night and met a guy. I flirted with him even though I saw his wedding ring. I let him see I wasn't wearing any panties or bra, and he fingered me at the bar. when he tugged on my nipples and said to follow him I did, even though I knew what would happen. He took me to his car and used my mouth to cum in and left.
This morning I can't decide if I was a good girl or a bad girl. |
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I don't know why anyone would want a broken girl like me. I cry when you fuck me and cry when you don't. I gag when you use my mouth but beg you to do it.
I am broken and fragile. can you hold me together an rip me open at the same time? |
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