1 month ago. April 20, 2025 at 10:38 PM
I've let my animal out...I've left marks on my baby girl, still feeling the sting on my palm from leaving her ass red as a tomato. I've used her, filled her, taken her and made her my plaything. I've called her names, made her feel like she was owned. I've penetrated her, choked her....brought her to tears and left a wet mess between her thighs. Bite marks, scratches, swollen nipples and the forming of bruises on her thighs.
And then that moment where she crawls into my arms, and you comfort her, feeling her close, stroking her hair and squeezing her tight. That's the moment I love because it proves she cared enough to let me do all those things, and still trusts me to take care of her.
No feeling quite like that knowledge.
