Patience and Discipline; Sass makes for a red ass... Daddy's Creed. I am a Daddy/Dom who loves to engage in conversation. NSFW, Adult content. I am a durty ole buzzard who see's what he likes and likes what he see's. I have an affliction for the hieny... Be it race, creed and gender, if you have a sexy ass, I am looking and more than likely will have a raging hard-on. Give a holler I would love to hear from you.
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“Learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success.” (Brian Adams)


She loved doing this, whenever she could manage it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. He worked for her father at their family owned vineyard, and if Daddy ever found out…well, hell would be the least of her problems.

She simply couldn’t resist him, or the opportunity to cross her father’s unwarranted lines.

Today, she would use her soaked panties as a napkin to wipe the dribbles of cum from her lips before departing. She’d slip them into his pocket, and whisper an improvised plan for him to visit her in her own bed this afternoon, when the folks were gone.

So far, it had all been fast and furious, hand and mouth play only. And as refined and elegant as she appeared, what she really hungered for was some down and dirty, no-holds-barred animal rutting, that would leave the scent of him embedded in her wicked sheets.

This afternoon, she would test the boundaries of things neither of them had yet imagined. Those handcuffs she’d bought secretly would finally get some use.

(via mymessedupfantasies)