Category Archives: Reflection
Hogtied on the bed and unable to move, I could just about see him from the corner of my eye. Walking with such purpose, silent, as I see him.. those black latex gloves. My heart starts to pound and I can … Continue reading
Sometimes Daddy plays guitar and sings songs to me.. I can’t get enough of seeing his hands move up and down the guitar. How handsome is my daddy?
Daddy never did give me those back… Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday…
If it’s written.. it must be true..
Sometimes I forget that I’m just a toy, a collection of holes to be used. Daddy knows how to remind me. Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday..