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You want to call yourself her daddy?

What’s her favorite color? What’s something that always makes her laugh? What are her goals? Her dreams? What is she afraid of? Do you know what she likes do to when she wants to relax? Do you know what helps her when she’s had a bad day? Can you recognize when she needs extra love because she’s feeling needy but doesn’t want to say anything? Can you tell when she’s bothered by something? Do you know her favorite way to be held, to be cuddled, to be wrapped up in your arms? Are you her safe place to go to when the world gets scary? Does she feel safe opening up to you? Does she feel like she can tell you anything? Do you punish from a place of love/caring, for correction of her destructive behaviors, for her own good? Do you see her as a person, a whole complete, complicated person? Do you make her feel respected and cherished? Do you protect her? Do you take care of her?

Being daddy is way more than fucking her, and if you’re not ready to take her heart, mind, body and soul, and protect & treat them with all the love, care, tenderness, respect that you are capable of giving, then you’re not her daddy. You’re just some asshole who wants to be called that. And you can get fucked.

love the idea of getting someone dripping wet to the point where i’m able to push inside them so easy, chuckling and remarking “you need it that bad, huh?” before burying my face in their neck and fucking them so deep and rough

whiny baby who really needed to cum

Donato Giancola

A gals gotta do 🎀 what a gals gotta do

imagine this:

Particularly fertile sluts are forced to wear collars that advertise that it’s legal to breed them anytime, anywhere, no matter if they consent

Imagine every day as a breeding slut. At work your boss pushes you down onto the desk and fucks you so hard you forget what you were working on. You’re so useless that your coworkers push you onto the ground and have their way with you because it’s not like you’re doing anything useful otherwise.

You have to get groceries on the way home. On the subway you get pulled down onto someone’s lap and bounced on their cock until cum gushes out around it and they push you to the floor to get off at their stop.

You realize you’ve missed your own stop, so you get off and hail a cab. The cab driver takes you to the grocery store near your home but before you get out he climbs in the back and fucks you so hard the car rocks. People walk by and watch with casual interest. He still makes you pay the fare–this wasn’t an exchange, your pussy is free no matter what.

In the grocery store you get pushed to the ground in the produce section and fucked by three strangers in a row. You gather up your things and go to pay. Once you’ve paid, the cashier pushes you over the counter and fucks you full of cum in thirty seconds, businesslike. The people behind you in line call you a useless slut.

On the walk home a man in his car sees you waiting for the crosswalk light, pulls over, and fucks you right on the sidewalk. You’re so dazed on the ground that you don’t notice the homeless man until he’s balls deep in you, making loud wet noises as he adds to the mess already in your fucked-out cunt.

By the time you manage to get home and eat dinner, you’re so exhausted that you’re as limp as a fuck doll as strangers walk into your home and fill you with cum.

This is what you were made for. You’re such a talented public use slut.