I was brought up in a church, cult-like, every member of my family held a position within it as well. We were always at church, with the constant mindset that everything we were to do would likely be a sin. The snickering remarks of slut shaming began to flow just as quickly as the holy water anointed my newborn flesh dedicating me to an idiololistic cluster fuck of people detached from mind, body and soul.
Now fast forward to present day, I have been denounced from the religion for 3 years. The stigma swirling in my head fogging my true self from taking charge Not long after that blind, clouded step into the world I crashed stumbling into my Daddys path. He was wearing an OD green helicopter cap, OD green carhartts and a black shirt that clung to his broad chest and moved with the muscle through his neck as if every last fiber was grasping for one more chance to press against his carmel tan. As charming as can be we exchanged names over a firm handshake and just like that he was on with his day...leaving me with the tempting thoughts of his rough, worked hand in mine and the never fading image of his chiselled neck and perfectly postured strut of a man with a hot ass who knows what hes got.
That man is... MINE.
Why? Well because Daddies aren't something you just happen to find but when your Daddy is there in front of your eyes you strive endlessly for that spot by his side. I hadn't quite known it then but holy fuck how hed open my mind.
He demand I show my desire to be by his side, rise up on my own and hell haven't a doubt in his mind if I could handle his kind of mind. Without hesitation I tuck in his chest, just as a wolf protecting her Alphas neck, unwavering devotion to the head of her pack and his promise to not solely protect and provide but to prosper at his very best never backing down from any challenges had.
That, was the day began to transform. From a timid church goer to her Daddys girl with faith in their bond, without a doubt they'll endure.
You must understand the world was all new to explore, from the beauty of our planet to a naked body and its instinctual allure captivating my mind in a way I couldn't ignore.I didnt begin to see, not neither did he, the sturdy foundation we had placed for a Dom/Sub relationship to build and explore.
My Daddy didnt know what all would come from the little girl who saw his masculinity unlike any other she had seen before.
My Daddy is my best friend, my confidant, my protector, my mentor, my awakener, my best friend, my partner in all forms.
He is mine, but all the more I am his.
Hes opened me to so many new delicacies like a massive cock I can always see bulging through even the thickest of jeans....causing my pussy to pulse at the thought of his raging dick throbbing against my G~spot until I squirt every last drop my body can spare all over his cock.
Daddy knew just what to do to bring me to a euphoric climax like never before, unleashing a geyser gushing with satisfaction, showering him every last drop of the orgasmn he worked so eagerly for.
I can't wait to talk about more but Daddy has needs I can't keep him waiting for.
Xxx