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| Hello. I am Peter. I checked Dom because there isn't the choice of Kinky bastard or curious Hedonist. I am a non-age play Daddy/Dom, experimental sensual sadist, erotic hypnotist and toy maker. I enjoy feeling a woman orgasm ... Again. And again ...
Semi retired I have occasional weekdays to play. If this can't fit into your schedule then, Damn, I guess I lose out on a wonderful experience. If, on the other hand, you've got some daytime and a desire for some NSA play time, I will bring my toy bag, just need to know what you'd like me to put in it.
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I realize I'm awake. I'm spent, deep in the warm afterglow. We've been dozing. Somehow, Babygirl, you have rolled away from me. My hand discovers that your upper leg is bent at the knee, the lower leg, out straight. You rolled away, onto your bad side? No problem. The back of your knee, inside of your thigh and lower back are all accessible. Accessible to my fingernails.. I only need to turn slightly to get up on one elbow. My other hand starts to drag, ever so lightly up your thigh.and back down, across your "kneepit." And back up. A bit more pressure this time. You shudder as I trace the swell of your buttocks and start to roam across your back. I can feel your conflict. You live for my nails on your back and wants to roll that way, but knowing if you move away from me again, I may stop. You are such a good Babygirl, you roll toward me onto your back. The sacrifice is negligible. Now you get your tummy scratched, my fingers lifting to your breasts making loose talons on your stiffening nipples. My face is so close to your's. We breath each others breath. (Babygirl is a mouth breather) Our kisses are open, allowing oxygen as well as lips and tongues and teeth. I love to feel the tremors as I trace patterns on your contours. At some point, my hand dips lower. You become amazingly wet. And now the game begins. How lightly can I stroke you and make your mouth seek mine as your breath catches? How lightly can I kiss you and feel your pelvis thrust toward my hand? And we dance. Mirroring the tongue with the clitoris. Occasionally raking fingers and or nails across your body. I'm breathing in your arousal. Connecting only with mouth and one fingertip. You breathe my breath more deeply, returning it faster. Your mouth moves under mine as you start, at a whisper, "Oh Daddy ... Oh! ... Daddy ... oh! ... Oh! OH! ... DADDY! OH! . Can I cum Daddy? Oh, Please Daddy? Oh! ... Please?" And because we are breathing one breath, I speak into your mouth, "yes Babygirl, cum for Daddy." as I lighten my touch even more. And my beautiful Babygirl cums in my mouth with her mouth
And you wonder why I can't sleep? |
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Ordered some new toys and right now pondering how many uses we can find for some large (3'x4') pieces of thick leather remnants. Also found a patch of real bamboo growing nearby. Not that kudzu crap, the real stuff. Green and growing :). Maybe put together a modified Wartenburg wheel. What a strange interesting journey this is. By far the best part is my fellow traveler. Without the playground and the playmate the best toy bag in the world is just a dark place for batteries to quietly die |
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My journey of discovery continues. After about 14 hours, my Babygirl and I have come to the realization that I'm not really a Dom. No matter, I'm just a Kinky Bastard that likes to do kinky things with my woman. I've known for a while that the only way to learn a belief system is to adopt it. So we've come to the understanding that she is my baby girl, i am her daddy. But in order for us to have any relationship, it will work best as a part time relationship. She seemed pleasantly surprised that I actually wanted to fuck her, called it an added bonus. Strange world. Anyway, thank you Babygirl. I have no idea how special you are in the greater lifestyle but you are super special to me. You are allowing me freedom discovery and honesty. The freedom to be my natural Kinkster, the discovery of how far that kink extends and the honesty to take the pleasure and intimacy in each other with out getting tied up in a whole bunch of strings.
Now I have a focus on what toys, accessories and actions cause my beautiful babygirl to back walk up the side if the bed, I'm noticing new things I know she'll love to feel . That's a lot of fun, not that i need a reason to restrain her. Hey! What are these? I believe they are hawk talons :) |
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It seems I'm a Daddydom. Okay, I think I said I'm new to this. It seems that an intelligent way to adopt any lifestyle is to listen to people who are living the lifestyle. Why bother? I was mildly surprised that BD/SM/Ds porn turns me on. Don't know why that's surprising, I haven't really ever found any porn that doesn't turn me on. But it got me curious enough to want to experiment in person.
Today I met my babygirl sub. We spent the day together, just getting to know each other.
That sentence reminded me of the story about a guy who sets stopped by a cop because he had a penguin in his car. The cop asks where he got it and the guy says it was just wandering around his yard. The cop tells him to take it to the zoo.
The next day the cop sees the guy drive past with the penguin on the seat next to him. He pulls the guy over and says, "I thought I told you to take that bird to the zoo?" The guy says,, "I did! He had such a good time I thought we'd go to the beach today! "
So we went to the beach, and talked, and got to know something about each other. Will see where this goes. |
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I feel I have advanced from narrow Dom to switch. Frankly, I was curious about some of the pleasures I induce. It turns out that if I'm sexually stimulated, I don't much care whose nipples are clamped or who gets to wear a butt plug. Our bodies are built for pleasure and our minds define what feels good different ways different times. Sex is like soup. If you add everything you like to the mix, the end result will most likely be delicious.
Right now, my fantasy is to be fucking one woman while another fills both our asses with a double dildo and then comes around and sits on my face. |
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Hands. Even before the first kiss, the back of my hands feel the light fall of your hair as my palms and fingers first embrace the curve of your neck. Is that gentle pressure invitation for you to kiss me? It is such a small effort on my part , just a turn of the wrist actually, and I've a handful of your hair.
Introduction and invitation morph into something else. I now control your head. You have surrendered, or at least think you have begun to surrender. No my sweet. You are now mine. That one simple act and we have an understanding.
You can now relax. I will decide if I wish to undress you or if I wish to observe you prepare yourself for display, examination and my consideration. No matter how often I see you, today, for no reason other than it pleases me, I wish you to stand in front of my chair ...
But first, it is the hand that has defined our relationship for today. |
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| Age: 25 |
| Lisboin,
Alaska |
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