Tuesday, February 5, 2019

The Progression of a Babygirl Starving for Attention

When I'm dying for some D.T.™
(Daddy Time).

It starts out like this.

Daddy?
...Daddy? 
...Daddy? 




In my head...

"Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I should... (insert all the things)." 

I can usually talk myself out of this, but sometimes the self doubt bug is strong...so strong. 




Don't you love me anymore?

Fine then. Don't love me. I won't love you either (but I do, you're my everything and you're killing me.)



And the truth is...I don't really need that much.

Maybe a hug. 





Maybe I need you to tell me I'm a good girl. 






But before I get to that point of no return? Just a few reminders that I'm yours and that you love me really, really help. 

Like...when you run your fingers through my hair. Grab my ass. Smack my ass. Tuck blanket in. Kiss my forehead.

Text me during the day.





Or just calling me to you. 







But sometimes I'm too far gone I need you to shut that door, lock it, unfasten your belt, flip me over, and show me very very clearly that I matter to you.

That our relationship is too important to allow anything to come between us. 

I very likely need some physical attention  You know. Of the spanking variety. 




And I might even look like her if you do it. I might sorta...fight it. 

But that doesn't mean I don't need it. Even when I tell you I'm fine. 

Even when I act like I can handle it all. 

3 comments:

  1. Great post! I think this is what many of us desire and yet, will not ask for it.
    --Baker

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  2. Awe! I LOVE this post. Nailed it. I hope Jason read this one too. :) :)

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  3. "I might sorta...fight it. But that doesn't mean I don't need it."

    One of the most true things about all of this. Even when we fight it, we might need it.

    EsMay

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