Category Archives: Reflection

Gloved

Posted on November 13, 2016 by

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 →

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Inspiration..

Posted on October 16, 2016 by

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?

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Lady In The Street…

Posted on October 8, 2016 by

Daddy never did give me those back… Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday…

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Daddy’s Cunt

Posted on October 2, 2016 by

If it’s written.. it must be true..

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A Reminder

Posted on August 28, 2016 by

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..

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After…

Posted on May 25, 2015 by

  

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Watch Me Break

Posted on April 3, 2015 by

The first blow lands on the soft cushioning of the sofa, less than inch from my face. You’re speaking to me now, shouting almost, but I don’t know what you’re saying. I can’t think. Your fist lands at the other … Continue reading →

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