Can we do cute things like go to aquariums, kiss in the rain, have cute day trips, and have really rough sex
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When I live with my daddy 🎀
❤ Pacis will be scattered around the house for convenient access
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As well as stuffies
❤ The cupboards will be filled with cute baby plates, bottles and sippys
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Ill have my own ‘little’ corner complete with princess tent and pile of stuffies
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Ill have a to do chart and a sticker reward system
❤ Ill have a daily routine and responsibilities
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Ill get to see daddy everyday!
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Daddy will make me my meals
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Ill get to eat a dino nuggies and little foods all the time
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Ill have bath time with daddy complete with bubbles and bath toys
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Daddy will pick out what I wear everyday/ dress me
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Ill get bedtime stories read to me every night, while cuddling with daddy
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Ill wear ‘little clothes’ and onsies 24/7
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Every night will be Disney movie night
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Ill get to sleep every night cuddled up with my daddy
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I just cant wait ❤
Men decide
Men decide what position, what hole, and where to cum. Men decide where and when. Men decide how rough, how hard, and how long the fuck will be. Men decide if the cunt gags or breathes while using it’s face hole. Men decide whether to prepare it’s asshole for fucking or to just tear it open with their hard dicks. Men decide when sex is over. Men decide if condoms will be used. Men should be able to decide all reproductive choices for the cunt. Men should be able to decide whether it’s allowed birth control and what kind. Men should be able to decide whether the cunt has an abortion or not. Men should be able to decide to fuck any cunt they want whether the cunt wants it or not. It’s a cunt and cunts are made for fucking and men are made to decide. This is the natural order. I hope many men decide to use my holes to drain their balls.
I want you to…
Fuck me until my legs tremble and I’m too tired to keep them open. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me until I can’t cum anymore. Fuck me until I can’t remember anyone else’s name but yours. Tell me I’m your fucking slut, I’m your fucking whore and you’re going to use me until you’re finished having your fun. Degrade me until I’m nothing then build me back up because you love and care about me and then degrade me again. Break me. Control me, get strict with me. Use hand signals instead of words. Punish me when I get them wrong. Make me gasp, moan, and scream. Teach those forgetful neighbors your name. Teach me a lesson when I talk back. Leave me tied up and blindfolded for hours on end. Tell me I belong to you because I’m your fucking property and you can do whatever the Fuck you want with me, whatever the Fuck you want to me. Make sure I never forget it. Make me drip with cum, your cum or mine. Send me out in public/to important events with no panties like that. Make me dripping wet and send me to important events like that. Make me wear a collar to classes, in front of my family, in front of my friends and your friends. Humiliate me, torture me, and dominate me. Make me like it. Don’t let me cum, edge me until you think i deserve to cum. Make me play with myself in front of you. Tease me with your cock but don’t fuck me. Make me cum from teasing me. Take me over your knee in front of our friends and family when I talk back to you, use hand signals in front of them. Play with my pussy under the blanket/table/in the car. Shove me against the wall the moment you walk in the door after a long day and rip my clothes off of me and fuck me. Make me your fucking slave. Tell me it’s for my own good.
You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.
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