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Daddy Issues

May 032012

I have Daddy issues. All of a sudden. And I like them.
I always thought I wouldn’t be into anything sexual that involved a “Daddy” because, well…I still call(ed) my real-life father “Daddy.” I don’t anymore. I can’t.

I have a new Daddy. Whitman.

After our brief encounter with a young lady looking for a Daddy Dom, Whitman and I gradually came to realize that we found the idea very appealing. We also realized we didn’t need another girl to play that part. This idea has been on the back burner for a couple of topless ruffle panties months, but it’s been bubbling up and boiling over again suddenly. We’ve had an epiphany of sorts:
Whitman IS my Daddy. This is a totally new dynamic and it’s amazing. It’s sexy, it’s hot, it’s wonderfully fun, and a real turn-on; I’m wet and horny just writing about it. And get this…even though I normally can’t talk during sex, suddenly, if I’m talking to Daddy I can. I can answer any question, respond to any command, promise him anything.

Even if we’re not really engaging in sexy age-play, I love the feeling I get when Daddy calls me little girl, or babygirl, or of course, princess, in the bedroom or out. When I see Whitman after work, I want to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear, “Hi Daddy.” I want to call him Daddy all the time. Names like Sir or Master have always felt contrived and a little cheesy to me.
Calling Whitman Daddy seems like the most natural thing in the world. It’s perfect submission. Racy red riding hood

There have always been some child-like aspects to my personality anyway. For example, even though I’m smart and totally mature, I can be a little naïve, and I take great pleasure in happy things (flowers, kittens, sparkles, shiny iridescent sex toys). Suddenly, though, parts of me are becoming a little more child-like. I really want to wear not just pretty lingerie, but GIRLIE lingerie. Ruffly panties and sparkly costumes, even. I’ve ordered panties, petticoats, and ruffled socks.

I’m dying for this red riding hood dress to come back in stock.

I know this could be a sexual phase, and it may be something that comes in and out of play for us, but if nothing else, I think the names are here to stay.

Her beautiful body, and everything in-between.

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Feb 222012

I love SexFairy.

It doesn’t matter if she thinks she is sexy or not. It doesn’t matter if others think she is sexy (though they all do) or not. I don’t care what “society” says. I love SexFairy with all my heart. Every day, in every way, she is the most beautiful perfect woman I’ll ever know.

On a recent weekend morning, we woke up, and I looked over at her, and said “you are so beautiful”. Now most women don’t consider themselves at their best first thing in the morning, and SexFairy commented as such. To which I replied, “I love the woman I go to sleep with, and I love the woman I wake up with”. She is always, both, and everything in between.

SexFairy’s Labiaplasty posts have generated some attention, and it’s time I threw my two cents into this pot. Labia collage

I love her labia as they are. Yes they hang and sometimes make my finding the sweet juices of her pussy a bit of a manipulating challenge, but that doesn’t make me want them “trimmed”. So, why do I support her in this decision to have Labiaplasty?

Because I know it bothers her. She feels self conscious about it. They get in the way DURING sex (for her, not me). She can’t ride a bicycle because they’d get twisted up and hurt.

So to all you naysayers – my question is….
AT WHAT POINT DOES A PHYSICAL DISTINCTION BECOME SEVERE ENOUGH TO BE SURGICALLY ATTENDED TO???

And the answer is, whenever that person wants it taken care of. It’s not your business AT ALL, if someone gets a nose job, an abortion, a tummy tuck, or labiaplasty.

Respect the individual’s right, to take care of themselves, as they wish. Beyond that, shut the fuck up, please. It isn’t your body. You have as much right to tell someone else what they should or shouldn’t do, as I have to tell YOU what you should or shouldn’t do with your body.
Correct Answer – NOT.

I love SexFairy’s labia now. I’ll love them tomorrow after her surgery, and I’ll love them for all the years we will have together, and then some. Just like every other part of her body and soul.

My submissive Valentine

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Feb 142012

My Dear SexFairy,

You are inappropriately named as SexFairy. For you are neither mythical as a Fairy, nor do you cater to only my sexuality. You are the nourishment of my soul.

Yesterday’s New York Times has an article about the “Benefits of Exuberance” where a study’s author is quoted as saying “But if you combine this adventurousness and curiosity with persistence and a sense that it’s not all about you, then you get the kind of creativity that benefits society as a whole.” It goes on to link out to a quiz called “The Well Quiz: How Adventurous Are You?” – [We both took the test. SexFairy got a 49 and I a 57] Keira Knightley belted

Two quotes from the movie A Dangerous Method were particularly notable to me.

The first…When Jung tells Sabina that his love-making with his wife is “tender” she replies: “With me I want you to be ferocious; I want you to punish me.”
Later she comments that “true sexuality demands the destruction of the ego.” Which is followed immediately by this wonderful belt spanking scene.

I note these seemingly disparate items as a summary of what’s perfect about us. We both want novelty and change in our lives. While we could do this apart, we are both freer to explore the world and ourselves, together. I am naturally ferocious with you, as you want me to be.

Every day is Valentines Day with you my SexFairy. Now come home so I can tie you to the banister and paddle your ass royally.

Eternally ours, Whitman.

Coming Home

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Nov 102011

You arrive late in the night from a long, long journey. We hug, then kiss, then collapse on the bed, you on top of me, my arms and legs wrapped around you. I can’t hold you tightly enough. I want to eat you up. Your weight, your smell, your skin feels so familiar, so hot, and yet so comforting. FINALLY.

Just seeing you makes me wet, but now is not the time. We break our embrace and arrange ourselves under the covers, each trying to touch every part of the other with some part of our own. The sound of your breath makes me love you even more. I’m amazed by the feel of your hands roaming over my body, squeezing a handful of breast here, stroking a soft lip there, your hand holding tightly to my waist as we fall asleep breathing the same breath.

Craving

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Oct 212011

I’m hungry for you.
Your mouth, your hands.
Your breath, your soul.
Your mind, your mouth, your cock.
I want you around me, in me, on me, over me, under me.
NEAR ME.
It’s been too very long.

Letter to Whitman

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Oct 162011

My Dearest Whitman,

You know I’m very so very submissive, and you know I’m always trying to make sure that you’re getting maximum pleasure. I’m always willing, always game, always ready to play, ready to give or get. Whatever you want, I want. BUT…

I always care. About myself. On some level. Somehow, there’s always my own voice in the back of my mind, wondering if you’ll go further. Wondering how much I can take, wondering if I’m doing a good enough job, whatever we’re up to. Is this going to look silly, sound silly, am I too jiggly? Me, me, me.

I’ve written before about wanting to ‘deepen my submission’ to you. But what does that mean?I want to totally give in to you. I want to spend hours upon hours as only an object for your pleasure and amusement. I want to be your plaything, whatever game you want to play. If it amuses you to do nothing with or to me, then so be it. I want to wait for you. I want to wait ON you.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it actually involves some sort of domesticity. Taking care of you…bringing you food, drinks, whatever you need, and then waiting my turn. Hoping there IS a turn. Hoping I do a good job and don’t have to be punished. Some part of me wants to be babied and treated like your sweet plaything. I want to sit at your feet and wait on you to pet my head. I want you to tell me I’m a good girl.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves me physically pleasuring you in any and every way you see fit. Bathe your balls with my tongue while you have your morning coffee? Yes, sir. Tongue your ass? Yes, Please. Massage your whole body with fragrant oil? My pleasure, obviously.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves being your toy, a totally objectified dirty whore of a spank-toy, fuck-toy, whip-toy, suck-toy, whatever-you-want-to-do-to-me-toy. When you cinch my waist in tight and I can’t fully breathe, you’ll say that’s too bad, which is perfect. I want to have both sets of lips dripping with desire for you, to beg for your cock and be denied. I want you to slap my face for asking. Fill my mouth for talking.

I want to be so deep in my submission to you that I don’t think about myself. I want to be able to give myself physically, mentally, and emotionally to you, right down to the core. Please.

Love Always,
Your Sex Fairy
xxx

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Jul 132011

Have you ever had one? Do you know what it is? If not, I feel so sorry for you.

You know that feeling of ‘ohmygodiloveyousomuchandicouldjusteatyouuprightnow’ that you sometimes get when you’re in love?? Sometimes it just comes over me like a wave.
Like an orgasmic love wave. I feel it sneaking up and building, and then just BAM! OHMYGOD!
I just start smiling and want to kiss Whitman’s face off.
It’s just a burst of “I just LOVE HIM SO MUCH!”

THAT’S a lovegasm. I hope you have multiples.

Lust in the Supermarket

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Jun 112011

You know how sometimes after a while the person you’re with starts to look like just the person you’re with, and not the hot girl you see you cross the way that you have sexy thoughts about?

The other day I was in the supermarket and saw this hot looking woman leaning deep into a refrigerated counter. She was wearing a tight tube top and jeans and I could not stop staring at her ass. I thought as I stared at her ass that I would so much like to go up and hit on this woman and see what I can make happen.

sex woman supermarket fresh What makes this incredible for me and so different from prior experiences is that this was SexFairy I was looking at. We have been together a while now. For me to still want her in such a horny way, in such a public place as I might any hot sexy stranger, was an incredibly hot moment for me.

I hope this never changes or goes away.

From the aisles of the supermarket, I remain completely infatuated.

Sex Fairy, the Accidental Voyeur

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May 252011

I lay sleeping, dozing really, next to Whitman in our heavenly king-size hotel bed. We’d just returned from visiting a strip club, where we’d spent the past couple of hours ogling pretty young things. I’d also inadvertently purchased something between a lap dance and a body shot (more on that later) which probably looked pretty hot. We were naked, cuddling, watching a movie on the laptop. Well, HE was watching…

Whitman was wide awake, a little hyper, and a lot horny. I, on the other hand, was feeling like I’d quit drinking way too long ago, had too much insanely good dinner, and quite crampy. (Can you believe it? The Sex Fairy called a time out for PMS?!)

As I dozed, Whitman slipped off to the bathroom, and then I heard him come out into the dark room and walk to the desk. I opened my eyes, but didn’t move. He never looked at me, just proceeded to open the laptop and settle in to the desk chair, working his cock with his right hand, intently watching the screen, and just as intently working the mouse with his left hand. (Yes! Left-handed! Very impressive, isn’t it?!)

I wanted to move enough to touch myself as I watched, but I didn’t want to remind him that I was there. I also REALLY fantasized about sliding from under the duvet and crawling on my hands and knees from the big fluffy bed to the hard cold floor under the desk, just to make my mouth available. Just in case. Just in case Whitman wanted to fuck my mouth, or cum in my mouth…I wanted to be there for him. In the end, though, my inner voyeur won out. (I didn’t even know I HAD an inner voyeur!!)

Yes, I thought of participating, or verbally encouraging him, but I was mostly fascinated. I love to watch Whitman touch himself, and I’ve seen it before, but he’s always known I was watching. This was different. It was a totally private moment, but there I was…part of it. It was quick and dirty. Whitman is an expert ‘take-your-time’ masturbator, but he was a man on a mission this time. He stroked, his eyes darting rapidly across the screen, his left hand changing the view. I could see his orgasm building on his face, in his eyes, and in the way he moved. The tension built as he stroked faster, slower, faster, and finally he stood up and I recognized immediately his preferred orgasm stance.

I smiled to myself and I DID touch myself then. I was too late to cum with him, but I grinned as I watched his final strokes from my dark hideout. I was in awe of the silence (he’s usually got a beastly sounding orgasm, which I LOVE) and the efficiency of his action. He cleaned up, and as he closed the laptop, I spoke through my smile.

“That was hot.”

Understanding SUBMISSIVE via Nipple Piercing

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Apr 292011

MFC AspenRae I think barbell piercings on a woman’s nipples look incredibly hot. Seeing a pierced nipple is a total turn on. It can also be useful (note some of the photos on this post).

One day I will instruct SexFairy to have her nipples pierced. We both know it will hurt and have some healing time. To be fair, this is something I want. She wants it really just because I do.

Partly based on our differing feelings about having her nipples pierced, I recently posted this question on our Tumblr, theNaughtyspot.tumblr.com:

“Should HE make HER get her nipples pierced with barbells?”

Should HE make HER get her nipples pierced with barbells?

Two of the responses are:

“mymptp answered: “MAKE” her? Oh, please.”
“wantinghim answered: “no….some things can be twisted, pinched, bitten, slapped and pulled. But if something is going “thru” them…its HER call.” pierced nipple bondage

At first their responses bothered me. How dare they presume to tell me what I can or cannot do with my SexFairy? But then I realized, they just don’t understand.

A submissive is submissive because she wants to be. Of course she can end or change that at any time. I respect this gift she has given me, this gift of herself. As long as we are in agreement as to the definition of our relationship, where she is mine to do with as I please, I can tell her what to wear, how far to bend over, etc. She has already chosen to allow me to make these decisions, for both of us.

As the wonderful blogger Discerning Dom put it so well in his post What’s it all about?: “The question of whether she will let me do what I want has already been settled. She’s already agreed in advance. I’ve got carte blanche. Yes, of course there are limits; there are always limits. But that leaves a lot of space to work in….The real pleasure for me comes from knowing that she wants to surrender. There’s no pleasure whatsoever in spanking a girl who hates it. That’s not domination, that’s abuse.”

Anyone in a valid DOM/SUB relationship understands this.

S0, until she says otherwise, it’s MY decision, and YES I CAN MAKE HER, because she allows me to. Until she says otherwise, which I don’t think she will do. Because she loves being my SexFairy. wrist clamps to nipple piercing

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