Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl."
You know it, when you’re his girl.
PTSD Counselling 7
I used to have this recurring nightmare when I was a little girl. In the dream something big and dark and scary was moving in on me, masculine and oppressive, crowding me, threatening and about to engulf me, and I try to scream but my lungs won’t fill. I try to scream but my lungs won’t fill. I try to scream but my lungs won’t fill.
The noises that come out of my mouth are whispers, squeaks, whimpers, weak.
I can’t get away. I can’t get help.
And then I wake up. And I’m shaking. And I remember I can breathe.
"Do you have this dream anymore?"
"Ah, you’ve found your voice."
And I have.
And I realise that a lot of the personal work I’ve been doing in the past few years has been about just that; finding my voice. And not just when I’m in trouble either. It’s one thing to be able to scream for help, but it’s another to speak up when it isn’t an emergency. To learn you’re entitled. To not wait until you’re drowning to shout.
I let Kitten pick the movie, she chose Aristocats.
She snuggled up against me and it finished by the time I built up the nerve to kiss her.
There is something about having such a pretty little girl curled up in your lap, my head was spinning in the nicest way.
We played with soft kisses, gentle kisses, my fingertips dancing on her jaw-line, everything was in slow motion. There was no rush, there was no audience, just her breath as her lips parted and I wondered what kinds of pretty little sounds she makes when she’s close to cumming…
Leaving all of my secrets and feelings in that room
and walking away
makes me feel so vulnerable.
Just going back and opening my mouth again every week
is an act of courage.
Dearest Tumbl Buddies,
KinkyCasey and I have a fun new game and we’re hoping you’ll play with us.
Heart and I came up with a fun game and I’m hoping some of you will want to play! Who knows? Maybe we can make this a thing?
This Week’s Game: Things Daddies Say
The Goal: Post the hottest thing your Daddy says to you all week
You can do as many entries as you want, but I suggest not spamming the tag. Pick the very, very, very hottest thing(s) he says.
It can be as long or short as you want!
Post your writing assignment/submission to your blog.
You can create or choose a picture to accompany it (of course)
Tag your post with: Things Daddies Say (with spaces) so we can all read each others’ posts.
Yes, you can absolutely follow your Daddy around with a pen and paper and tell him Casey and Heart told you to.
Deadline: Sunday, November 10th
P.S. Don’t forget to do this so you can see other people’s entries. My blog is permanently flagged as NSFW so I don’t show up in *any* searches. Hmph!!
This is so romantic, I love that you have a signal like that to stay connected. I am honoured that you took this for me. Please tell your Daddy I said thank you. ;)
Sometimes when I get worried or scared or anxious, Daddy will look at me and make half a heart with his hand. He waits for me to make the other half. It reminds me he’s always got my back - we’re on the same team. It helps me to smile and be brave.
Last night I showed him your game, and he was very excited to help out ;)
Mll (and her Daddy)