Confessions

poetiquepapa:

Come here, babygirl, and sit on Daddy’s lap.

Lean in close, and bring your lips slowly up, up past my neck.

I can feel you breathe me in, filling lungs with DNA and pheromones and sweet oxygen. 

Now princess, don’t get too excited. I know you want to play with me so… but you’re here for a reason, and I’m not about to let you go.

Part the lips of that pretty little mouth of yours. 

And speak.

Whisper all your thoughts to me. Tell me every dream.

Reveal every single nightmare, and all that’s in between.

Confess to me your fantasies, every shameful thing.

Speak all of your desires, the saccharine and obscene. 

Tell Daddy all your secrets, girl.

They are safe with me.

Daddy writes such pretty things. 😍

Daddy’s home

poetiquepapa:

Your warm soft skin untouched, waiting, yearning. 

For the lick of leather, for honeybee kisses, and honeybee stings. 

Your lips that kiss, hungry, salivating. 

For treats that stretch, for filling meals, and satisfying springs. 

Your breath unsteady. 

Your heartbeat fast. 

Your eyes drinking deep. 

“Daddy’s home, kitten. And yes, we can play.”

😍📖