Felt Food

by CreationByM






My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post 

always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.

On Wednesdays we reblog

IT’S 1:07 AM


Little Girls should know their place
Little: Any hints on what this secret is? i'd feel less anxious about it if I was in the loop Daddy.
Daddy: No hints baby
Little: Whyyyyyyy?
Daddy: Because Little girls aren't supposed to know everything
Little: Oooookay that made my cunt throb Daddy. (blush)
Daddy: I love how your pussy throbs when I put you in your place baby.
Little: Daddy, when you talk like that it makes me want things...
Daddy: What kind of things does it make you want baby?
Little: To be in your hands. It makes me want you to really put me in my place.
Daddy: Do you need me to make you feel little baby? Do you need me to remind you that you're mine?
Little: Yes. Like a thousand times yes. Please. Whiiiiiiine.
Daddy: Patience baby, You'll get what you want.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.