THANK FUCK IT’S FRIDAY! I hope tonight you will join me… no..

THANK FUCK IT’S FRIDAY!

I hope tonight you will join me… not only in celebration for the fact that I surpassed 100 fans (OMG TY 😭) but also in celebrating the end of this very long week…😪

To those that have just joined me: Hi, and welcome to my Den of Sin.
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Forgive me, daddy, for I have been a bad girl…
… and it’s time to confess…
And take any punishment that you deem worthy…
Daddy?
Please go easy…
Here is my confession…😇

(Growing up in a religious household – you realise how close “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” is to your mantra…”)

I have felt so damn horny that it reminded me of something that I have yet to tell you about, and I will only reveal it here…

As you can guess, I am sub. Though to simply label myself as sub, would be a disservice –

I am a challenge and I love to challenge myself and see how far and how much I can take…

And this is a confession about how far I am willing to go… for you.

I hope you enjoy…



FROM GOOD GIRL to HIS GOOD GIRL



Being into kink, you get an itch. An itch, that only those that have experienced get. One that plays in the back of your mind to the point that you must fulfil it. It must be scratched… but how, and with who?

I work long hours, which I must confess interferes with the ability to to link up with people; at least in the vanilla sense, and awaiting a connection to eventually find out if they are good in bed – notwithstanding whether they would enjoy the play aspect can be both laborious and, in all respects, a waste of time. Especially because I am like a wild horse, I do not like to be tied down.

So, what is a girl to do?

Well, I must reveal that I would do whatever it took to scratch this itch…

Though shy, I gained a bravado in the pursuit of pleasure and took to the web…

Finding local communities and munches, observing the posts and even posting a few things myself... I looked.... until we connected…

My daddy (for the night) and I.

We found each other in a universe of voices; both primal, both creatures that wear both the professional mask but feel our beasts stirring. Both hungry… both feeling the itch.

So, we made arrangements to finally lay eyes on eachother… a local hotel. No start and end time set. Anticipation. Fear. Adrenaline. The build-up…. I thought I was set to burst. We met quickly…

I am quite small, being on 5”4, curvy… as you can tell by my pictures (😈)… he was a lot bigger and stronger than me. I like that. We both wanted to ruin each other. So… after work, I headed straight to the hotel. Black skirt, good lingerie (all black, stockings, suspenders, bustier, thong), heels, hair worn long and by now, very curly and wild… glasses, white shirt, suit jacket. I had touched up my makeup, reapplied my bright red lipstick and spritzed myself with good perfume on my pressure points before departing on my journey… and I was ready… and nervous… and very, very, wet.

He had gotten to the hotel before me and texted me the room number as I entered the reception… so off I went into the lift, all the way to the 5th floor. I took each step in the corridor and heard each clip of my heels… my heart was thumping – meeting a complete stranger, save for the exchanged pictures, is always nerve wracking… because ultimately, you don’t know who is behind the door…

I got to the room and saw that the door was slightly ajar and the room was dark, except for a flicker of light… I rapped gently then entered… stepping into the room, I could see that the room had been filled with tea light candles, they were scented vanilla, the heady warmth instantly relaxed me.

“Come in little one, take off your jacket, then walk to the bed”

He was stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the London skyline. He was much taller than I had anticipated and looked stronger. I couldn’t see the colour of his eyes in the dark, but I could make out that they were very deep and right now, trained on my every movement.

Without saying anything, I followed instructions.

Then went to kick off my heels.

“Leave them on.”

I did. And walked over to the bed.

“Lay down, open your legs and play with yourself”

I blushed. I do that… blush.

I laid back and stared at the ceiling, feeling a little too aware, a little awkward…

I pulled the skirt up a little, so I knew that he would get the view of the garter belt and thong…

“Like this?” I asked shyly…

I heard soft footsteps til I felt his hands roughly push my legs apart – quickly the hands were replaced by a mouth that whispered over my mound, breathing the hot words through the thin and soaking fabric…

“All mouth on the internet, and yet so shy… babygirl, this is a wonderful surprise…”

He nibbled through the panties and I felt his tongue find my space.

“You look like a virgin… my little secretary” he spoke into me as he ate me… and my eyes, I swear rolled back. To be touched, after what felt like an eternity in the desert… eaten out in a hotel after work, by a stranger.

As I felt the feeling build, my mind raced with how naughty this all was, he stopped.

I went to protest but heard his zip…

MAYBE I’LL CONTINUE THIS LATER… IF YOU ASK NICELY.