the-romantic-dominant:

Paint a Picture, Babydoll

Writer’s Block be damned.

Papa is back from my Man Period. Six shots of Tanqueray mixing well with my Tonic water and Lime and I am a goddamn beast in my current state.

I am feeling like a stick of dynamite with a lit fuse at this moment. The scent of a woman’s natural state dwelling on my fingers, drug across her beautiful wetness.

I want pussy and I want it bad, tonight.

I’m in a “pull down the wooden box” kinda mood. Hitachi, fully charged. Anal vibe, new batteries. Cuffs, nice and ready. 12 inch jelly, talk to me. Blindfold, you have a purpose.

I’m in a “eat your pussy until you fall off the bed and scream to heavens” kinda mood. Your clit will be my bitch. Suck that beautiful little pink bean until you scream “Daddy” like you mean it.

G spot unraveled as we see those legs come to life. Digging you out with Under Pressure from Bowie playing in my mind.

You have no idea what is about to hit you.

I got 3 minutes until my glass is empty and I rip your fucking jeans off and pull them around your neck. Try and keep track off the orgasms. I am willing to bet you can’t.

Six is the Over/Under and I always beat the spread.

Settle in, cowgirl.

Daddy is gonna run you into the ground tonight.

This guy