Sex as Communication

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The Quickie

“Stroke my cock, baby girl. Stroke Daddy and make him nice and hard…”

We had just hopped into bed, indulging in one last quickie before Daddy had to leave on his two week business trip. Although I’m not sure that “quickie” captures all the wonderful nuances of what we shared that afternoon…what we’ll share for the rest of our lives. We both knew that two weeks apart would be difficult and that we would have a rough go of it, but Daddy helped me to refocus on the here and now…on us.

After he ordered me upstairs, we began to climb the stairs in unison, knowing that we would be heading directly for the bed. We undressed quickly and shimmied under the covers and Daddy ordered me to stroke his cock. Taking his thick shaft in my hand, I immediately felt him become firmer in my grasp. As I used soft touches and a light, but solid grip to caress and stroke my Daddy, he took my left nipple in his mouth and forcefully twisted my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Yet another twitch from Daddy’s cock as his baby girl moaned in ecstasy from his ministrations… Good little girls aren’t supposed to like getting touched by their Daddies that way…but after he commanded a couple orgasms from my body, I became aware that I couldn’t remember how I had ever cum before meeting my Daddy.

Continuing to suck on my nipple, his hand slid its way down my body and his fingers found their way to my slick pussy and swollen little clit. One more pussy-clenching orgasm for baby girl and then, in one swift movement, Daddy was on top of me with his cockhead at my opening. He looked deep into my eyes…looked through me…looked at the little girl that existed only for him… And then he was inside her, as deep as he could possibly get… Daddy pounded my pussy until he exploded in a roar of an orgasm.

Truth be told, there wasn’t any particular aspect about our sex session that made it vastly different from one of our “normal” sex sessions…but that’s precisely what made it so incredible. I was reminded that “normal” for us is a perpetually and infinitely fulfilling experience and that my life is intrinsically connected to one amazing man…a man who just happens to be my Daddy.

It's Been Too Long...

Hello all! It’s nice to be back…and to see that find that our blog has continued to resonate with our amazing community of “pervy” folk (and, as we all know, the pervy folk are the most fun folk!).

In an egregious, unabashed use of the passive voice (so as to shift all blame for my absence toward external factors!), an outstanding two-week vacation, a return to work that had us reeling for a bit, followed by Daddy’s extended two-week business trip, and a visit by a couple of just plain awful out-of-town guests, all conspired to keep me away from the blog for an embarrassingly long period of time! Thank you for your patience and your continued interest!

Now, without further ado, back to the delightfully nasty sexy stuff that you all love and adore… ;)

Daddy’s been gone for about a week and a half now and my pussy is positively aching to feel him again…his warm body, his thick cock, his dominance. I would compare my pussy to a feral beast, salivating at the thought of sinking its teeth into freshly killed prey, but this metaphor seems far too Dom-like (and toothy!) to me and doesn’t capture the nature of my submission. And despite the somewhat obvious physical similarities, even the docile Venus Flytrap, patiently waiting for its feast to arrive, seems aggressive at this point. For now, solid metaphors escape me, so I’ll just leave it at Daddy’s baby girl can’t wait for him to come home and is desperate to feel him inside her again…

This is one of the longest periods that Daddy and I have been without sex since we’ve been married…and, as you might assume, neither of us is enjoying it…at all. There is really only one plus that I can take from this experience. It is the knowledge that when Daddy takes what is rightfully his upon his return it will hurt. This pain is unlike any other and I equate it to the first time that I ever felt him deep inside of me… Delicious. Nostalgic. All-consuming. Pain.

When this excruciatingly lovely pain is combined with Daddy’s words, reiterating his total dominance and ownership of me as he buries himself inside of me, it will take every last bit of will and strength that I have in order to not cum at that moment…

I mean, hell, I’m teetering on the edge as I type!!! Please come home soon, Daddy! :)

Vacation

Hello all! Well, Daddy and I are taking care of final preparations for our upcoming vacation…woohoo! Considering the fact that we’ve been planning this trip for over seven months and the fact that we’ll be gone for nearly two whole weeks, I am (at times, quite literally) bouncing with excitement!

Of course, the reason for this post isn’t to brag (ok, maybe that’s part of the reason!), but rather to let you all know that I may be out of touch for the next couple of weeks…and this time, there will be a good reason! ;)

Although, you never know… Sometimes vacations lend themselves to some sexcapades that even submissive little horny perverts like me could only dream of! And in that case, I’ll be sure to keep you informed!!!

Take care, all!

Little Slut

“You like it when Daddy uses you this way. You need to be forced open every day by your Master’s cock. Take it…take it…”

Almost every time that Daddy pushes his way into me at the start of a sex session, he talks/whispers/growls to me… He always lets me know who and what I am to him at that moment – my use value according to him, a list of precious assets (pussy, mouth, ass, tits), my status as slave. But every once in a while, he’ll use a specific term that catches my attention more than usual and puts me in a place that I never see coming…

“You little slut.”

God, I love being called that… Part of my affinity for the term is that “slut” is such a wicked, debasing word and having it directed at me doesn’t form part of my normal, daily existence. The other part is the fact that when Daddy calls me that, there couldn’t be a more pure distillation of my essence at that moment. I’m pure slut, a nasty whore who craves a hard fucking more than anything in the world. I don’t want to be a slut, but it’s in my nature and I cannot and must not deny it. Daddy wouldn’t allow that.

And Daddy loves his little slut. He loves controlling her orgasms and making her cum while he hurts her with his cock, rapes her into submission, and degrades her with his epithets. He loves picking the precise moment when the pain has reached a boiling point and then commanding an orgasm from his baby girl’s ravaged body… “You see what a little slut you are? Cumming so hard while Daddy hurts you? God, that’s so wonderfully degrading, little one…”

Yes, it is degrading. And yes, I love it. I’m such a little slut…

On Being Submissive - Interview

Hello all! My blogosphere friend turiya recently posted an interview with me on one of her blogs entitled “On Being Submissive” (nee “On Being Slave”). The interview can be found here. Please visit to learn a bit more about the relationship that Daddy and I have, and also to let turiya know how much you appreciate her dedication to our collective lifestyles! :) Thank you!

Penetration

Since Daddy has been traveling quite a bit lately, we’ve been spending a significant amount of our limited alone time when he’s home, um, “reconnecting” (“reconnecting” = thinly veiled euphemism for fucking…a lot!). We find ourselves falling into our familiar patterns of dominance and submission while we’re at our most intimate and there is much comfort in this… We’re both aware and in tune with each other’s needs and we have wasted no time in making sure that those needs are met!

That being said, there is a particular aspect of our love-making/fucking/sex sessions that has really caught my attention as of late – penetration. Yes, I know, most sexual acts involve some degree of penetration, but how often do we slow down enough to focus on the penetrative act in and of itself? Penetration is usually the means to the end and lends itself to a myriad of sexual delights...especially when the act of penetration is repeated over and over…and over again! Woohoo!

What I’m referring to as noteworthy is the initial entry into the body, and in this case, the initial entry into my pussy. Daddy is rather well-endowed and I’ve never had a child, so I’m nice and tight for him. Of course, this combination proves to be excruciatingly delightful time and time again. When Daddy climbs on top of me and rests the tip of his thick cock against my not-too-slick, waiting and wanting hole, the suspense is more than palpable. He forces, thrusts, and grinds his way into me, both hurting and pleasuring me, all the time reminding me of who I am and why I exist…

“You like this, baby girl. You like feeling your Daddy fight his way into you. You need me to hurt you with my cock. You can’t be complete without this…” And he’s right.

In a way, this penetrative ritual is our sexual mantra, reaffirming our respective domination and submission. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that said mantra also serves to make me crave his cock more than ever! ;)

So, all I’m saying is that the next time you’re with your partner, if you have the opportunity, take a moment to slow down and really focus on and savor that first penetration.

You won’t regret it!