He Calls Me Missy

and I call him Daddy. This is a place for me and my man to post things we like, as well as ones from others that turn us on. Most pictures are re-blogged or copied from the internet. Sometimes, we post pictures of ourselves.
If you are under 18, please go away now. NSFW. Enjoy.
chrissymiller89:

She woke in need again… His words in her dream lingering in her ears… like the lightest touch that teases over goose-flesh, every nerve alert and alive. This time she’d been bound for His pleasure, and Oh how she ached with the desire to return to that state of pure service and abandonment of thought. Her cunt throbs with swollen, creamy arousal as she fights to hold onto the fragments of her dream. So silly to feel such reverence and devotion to this figment of her imagination, the contentment she feels at the thought of kneeling at His feet, the primal urgency and abandon she feels as her fingers wring whimpering moans for Him. The scent of her need fills the room, her fingers shiny, she writhes with need the intensity of which she doesn’t understand, but can not deny. To the precipice of sanity she clings, clawing at the cliff… giving her need to the sky, for somewhere in time perhaps He might be pleased with her aching need. ~cm

chrissymiller89:

She woke in need again… His words in her dream lingering in her ears… like the lightest touch that teases over goose-flesh, every nerve alert and alive. This time she’d been bound for His pleasure, and Oh how she ached with the desire to return to that state of pure service and abandonment of thought. Her cunt throbs with swollen, creamy arousal as she fights to hold onto the fragments of her dream. So silly to feel such reverence and devotion to this figment of her imagination, the contentment she feels at the thought of kneeling at His feet, the primal urgency and abandon she feels as her fingers wring whimpering moans for Him. The scent of her need fills the room, her fingers shiny, she writhes with need the intensity of which she doesn’t understand, but can not deny. To the precipice of sanity she clings, clawing at the cliff… giving her need to the sky, for somewhere in time perhaps He might be pleased with her aching need. ~cm

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