My cunt is a treasure …
Its been exactly one month since I had anything to say here and I apologize for that. Things got a little crazy for me after Valentine’s Day and are only just now beginning to settle back into some sort of routine.
On February 10 a very special person made an abrupt and painful exit stage left. This little blog wasn’t created for him but when he walked away I lost a lot of inspiration. Don’t worry, I still have lots of dirty thoughts and images to share. I haven’t completely withdrawn into my shell. I’m over the crying into my pillow phase of letting go.
On March 1 my real life got way crazy when four members of my family had to move all at once. And this weekend my mother will be moving into a new apartment so THATs gonna be fun! Hopefully there’s some smooth sailing ahead for this little girl. In any case, time to get back to the porn!
“A woman of mature years who wants to dress and act like a little girl and call her partner Daddy is not a real little girl, nor a substitute for one. And her partner is not really her father, nor does he want to be. She doesn’t act this way because she thinks what he wants are actual little girls to play with, nor does she enact this role because she actually wants to have sex with her father. As I understand it from my own experience, it’s a different and more complex dynamic. What she wants is to be allowed to experience once again some of the emotions of her earlier years. She wants to feel safe and secure, she wants to be cared for and cosseted and protected and cuddled. She wants to put herself in the hands of someone who knows what she needs, who knows what’s best. She trusts him and looks up to him and wants to be guided by him.”
Feeling ashamed makes me wet.