All forms of submission for Daddy. ๐คช
Mommy Domme for soft submissive women. ๐ค
๐ซI DONโT SHARE๐ซ
Talking me through it ๐ฃ๏ธ (sub)
Somno ๐ด
Free Useโฐโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธโ๏ธโณโ๏ธ
Making out ๐ฉ๐ปโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ป
Oral fixation ๐คค(sub & Domme)
Dominance/submission ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ (sub)
Master/slave ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ(slave)
DDlg/MDlg ๐ผ(lg & MD)
Physical ***/*** ๐๐ผ(sub)
Cock worship/body worship๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ(sub)
PRAISE ๐(sub & Domme)
Facial impact (leaving marks) ๐ณ(sub)
Choking/breath play ๐ฎโ๐จ (sub & rarely Domme)
Orgasm denial ๐
๐ปโโ๏ธ(Domme)
Edging ๐ฆ๐ซ (Domme)
Hair pulling ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ(sub)
Scratching ๐
๐ผ(sub & Domme)
Biting (sub & Domme)
Knife play ๐ช (sub)
Gun play ๐ซ (sub)
Being ***ed on/bathroom control ๐ฝ(sub & rarely Domme)
CNC โ๏ธ(sub & rarely Domme)
Collars โ๏ธโ๐ฅ(sub & Domme)
Leashes ๐ชข (sub & Domme)
Kitten play ๐ฅ๐ฑ (sub & Domme)
Ageplay ๐ญ๐ผ (sub & Domme)
Roleplay ๐(mostly sub)
Blackmail (no follow through) ๐ฐ(sub)
Cute Girls Feet or you worship mine ๐ฆถ๐ป
Breeding ๐ฅ(sub)
Masks ๐ญ (sub)
*** play ๐ฉธ(sub & Domme)
Suckling ๐ธ๐ป(sub)
Exhibitionism ๐๏ธ (sub & Domme)
Voyeurism ๐ (Mostly Domme)
Dollification ๐ง๐ป (Mostly Domme rarely sub)
- I do not love you Gently -
You came to me smelling of ruin and deceit,
with hands that had held other storms,
With eyes that did not promise safety,
or truth.
And I, foolishly knelt for you anyway.
You are not a saint.
Your past clings to you,
Like prison walls that you cannot seem to escape.
You carry ghosts in your pockets and,
sometimes you speak to them instead of me.
I have seen your ugliness,
The wandering eyes you possess,
Your half kept words,
The part of you that always keeps one foot out the door.
And still I find myself mending the scars left behind,
by wounds I never even caused.
There is something in you though,
a broken flickering light,
a hunger that mirrors my own at times.
You do not love like a sweet boy offering a flower from a nearby field,
You love like a man struggling to survive himself.
I, myself am not without fault though.
I love with questions,
with a *** of abandonment that disguises itself as strength.
I have tried to hold you tightly,
To pray you into becoming something steadier than you were ready to be.
We are not pure.
We are not holy.
We are two imperfect creatures,
Standing together, broken in the wreckage,
Clinging to one another despite the carnage.
If you left, it would not erase what you were to me.
If you stay, it will not be because I was blind to your faults.
It will be because somewhere in the dark,
between your shadow and mine,
we found a flicker of light,
That felt like home.
Because despite our differences,
we share one overwhelming feeling of insanity.
I love you...
and yet,
Why do you fall silent when I reach for you?
Why does your mouth close when mine trembles open?
Do you not feel it?
This violent, unholy, devotional love?
Speak to me...
Do not leave me constantly standing with my heart laid bare in my hand...
