Hello my Beautiful Butterflies 🦋
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@eroticscion.bsky.socialBe a good girl and beg Daddy…
@clintonbrooks.bsky.socialI have no daughter, yet I'm still someone's daddy.
Jenny made her case one evening, surprising me at the front door. Stepping inside, she knelt before me, almond eyes staring up at me as she worked on my pants.
"Will you be my daddy?"
My moan was all the answer she needed
@ignistephanie.bsky.social“Daddy has a work call now. How about you get under my desk?”
As I perch delicately on the pillow left there, Daddy is already hard and waiting.
“I bet you’ll cum before your call is done, Daddy.” I giggle.
“That’s up to you, Princess. But if I do, you’ll be rewarded so fucking well.”
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgNames have power behind them. Some I won't use playfully because of what they mean to me.
Master means you have me fully under your control.
Sir is basic respect and playfulness.
Daddy means I trust you with my vulnerabilities.
So when I whisper it in your ear, it's a confession to you.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgIt’s a name I have been yearning to hear. One that you have denied me for far too long. And as I sit you on my lap in your pretty black dress, I feel your lips graze my ear and the warmth of your breath. My hand slides up your thigh, a silent command to open yourself for me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
@strainedvoices.bsky.social“And what does my beautiful little whore want tonight?” I asked, removing my belt and then my jeans.”
She watched my hands, waiting for her prize to be revealed. “I want Daddy’s cock. I want it in my mouth,” she said quietly. “I want to make Daddy feel so good, and then drink his cum.”
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialYour erotica prompt for Thursday, October 15 is “daddy/mommy.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun and happy #kinktober!
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgCome here little girl, you’re in big trouble.
You’ve been disobedient, defiant, distant. You’ve been trying to handle everything on your own, and not let me care for you like we promised. That collar on your neck means you’re never alone.
Now, bend over, count, I want to see you cry for me.
#sveros
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgI find it hard to accept people caring for me. I am the caregiver. I am the one everyone leans on. I am the one who solves the problems. And when someone else shows me that same kind of care, I freeze up. I don't know how to process it. It's big feelings to navigate when you feel so small.
@ignistephanie.bsky.social“I sure like it when you’re the big spoon.” I moaned, feeling his fingers teasing my nipples.
“More, please?” I begged, sliding my nightgown up to allow him access.
In a second he was on his knees and fucking me hard. All I had to do was lie there and take it. And I did.
@jessecameronwriter.bsky.socialSomehow with every thrust, the fairy’s cock grew bigger and bigger inside me. Reaching deeper and threatening to split me open. My delighted squeals turned to alarm, then shouts of pain. I tried to fight him off but he cooed in my ear, “Too late now. You made the bargain, you must honor it.”
#sveros
@justla86.bsky.social“You did so good, baby. You took my cock very well but you made a big mess all over it, didn’t you? Clean it, baby.”
She got onto her knees and he stood in front of her with his cock pressed against her cheek. Her own juices still dripping off it. She opened her mouth and waited.
#sveros
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialAmy grunted as Noah pushed his cock inside her. It was so big it almost wouldn’t fit. But she craved that fullness, that stretch, that bit of pain. She could feel every fucking vein on his monster dick as it spread her insides open. “Yes… please… more,” she begged, delirious with lust.
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialYour erotica prompt for Wednesday, October 14 is “big.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun and happy #kinktober!
@eroticscion.bsky.socialI’ve always preferred a knife…
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgI lift my eyes, and lower the hem of my dress as you put away your knife.
"Mhmm," I say softly and I press my thighs together. The burn of the fresh slice in my thigh is a comfort. I hook my finger in your belt loop and we go back to the carnival.
After dark it's a whole other experience.
@clintonbrooks.bsky.socialI swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. I've been waiting to taste the flavor, savory, life-affirming. The wooden handle of the serrated blade fits comfortably in my palm. My grip is firm, my knife cuts are steady against the yielding surface.
I love the smell of fresh sourdough bread.
