To be continued...

I really enjoy this blog because it gives me a wonderful outlet to express and organize my thoughts and get wonderful feed back. Let me clarify I wasn’t buying the lingerie for “play” I bought it cause it is something Daddy would love, period. He loves ‘nighties’ loves them loves them loves them. And I knew he would love that one. I don’t want to challenge Daddy to do everything I want right away or even confess everything right away. I guess the things I desire to tell him the most is my feelings about submitting to him and why I want to. And having him bind my wrist. I think (and realize I said think because I never really know anything) the term ‘daddy’ for me is more like a term of endearment then serious daddy/daughter play. I have to go run some errands. I wish I could continue right now cause I have some great thoughts but alas I can’t. Gotta go gotta go gotta go right now.

This and These

Will it ever end? For some reason Daddy has a stick up his ass. If I wasn't so hurt by him I might find that erotic but right now all I can think is why does he have to be such an asswipe (two words or one?)? He is being too insensitive right now for me to be so vulnerable as to confess. But I found these adorable things I want them sooooooooooo bad! Would it be wrong to present this and these to Daddy with the confession or is that too
presumptuous? I know if I presented these to Daddy while wearing this he would be putty in my hands. But I really want Daddy to understand the feelings behind it and not just think it's some kinky fetish. I mean it is a kinky fetish but it is a kinky fetish with feelings behind it. There are other things on this site other then this that I like better but I know Daddy and he would like this the best. I love the pink! It would match my pink little snatch! I would color coordinate!
I guess I feel giving him these gifts would break the ice and then I could pour my heart out. If I wasn't naked and my card wasn't outside in the car I would order them right now, I will order them tomorrow for sure. Do I hand them over before or after confession, what do you think?

Interrupted by real life

Daddy and I had a pretty good row that lasted most of yesterday and was finally resolved last night. No make up sex though, I was truly disappointed in him for breaking a promise to me and in the end he was disappointed in himself. We cuddled for a little bit then I fell asleep. At one point I was able to tell him there is something I have been trying to tell him but have been too chicken to. At least I have opened the door, now I just need to walk through it. I tried writing it down but couldn’t find the words. Real life calls, I must go…hopefully something will happen tonight.

I'm almost there

I am working really hard to figure out where I want to go with this submissive/daddy fetish I have going on. The way Temptation described it on her blog…Descent into the Dungeon (someone tell me how to do the cool linky thingy) it’s not so much the big ‘scenes’ but the kneeling at his feet and waiting for permission that is the most satisfying. That in itself makes me so wet, it is so much more then the physical aspect it is also very very much the mental aspect of it. I am a very strong independent woman, sometimes it is hard for me to understand where these submissive feelings come from. I think I have some of it figured out. There are many angles hopefully I can make them all mesh.

1. I love Daddy and want to please him. He pleases me in so many ways it truly brings joy to my heart to reciprocate.

2. I love the vulnerability that is involved. To give him that power and for him to weld it in a manner that benefit’s the both of us not just him, well to me it is a testament of our love and trust.

3. I honestly love sex. I love getting my freak on with Daddy. I love making love with him. I love it when he is just walking by and smacks my ass, it’s as great as any ‘ol hug or kiss, it tells me without words that I have a fine ass and that he loves me.

4. I don’t want to be punished by being rewarded. By that I mean if I do something wrong I don’t want to be ‘punished’ for it with a spanking that I will love. I want to be punished by having his affection withheld. And when I do the right thing I want to be rewarded for it by a nice hard spanking or his cock down my throat. Those are rewards to me, it would be too tempting to be ‘bad’ all the time if what I perceive as rewards were my punishment… my lord that’s confusing!

5.I want Daddy to only to go as far as he feels comfortable and over time I hope maybe Daddy will take me farther then I expect. Besides dying to have my wrist bound (god I want to wake him up right now and just beg for it) I have no real expectations. How far we go or don’t go is something I hope to discover together.

OK I am tired I need to post this and get to bed…..more to follow I’m sure.

HELP!

Another wonderful session with Daddy but this one didn’t even last half as long, I wore him out the night before. As soon as I was done he feel asleep, I laid awake thinking of all the ways I could bring my desires up to him. I don’t know why I am so chicken, Daddy is very sweet and supportive. I have always been a big chicken so it’s nothing new. I don’t think I want to plan to confess everything all at once, but if he questions me and digs further I definitely won’t lie to him. It’s just getting those initial words out of my mouth. Do you all think it would be acceptable to hand write Daddy a letter and give it to him? I don’t want to email him or anything, I want to be there cuddled in close when he reads it, I feel if I keep waiting to get the nerve up to say it out load I’ll keep chickening out. First I just want to broach the subject of binding my wrist and feel him out see how he responds to that and go from there. I feel so silly for being such a little girl about this. A part of me feels like if I don’t have the guts to say it out load then I shouldn’t be saying anything. I don’t know, I have to do something soon, I lay awake at night wishing he could read my mind. So what do you think? Should I wait until I can tell him or would it be ok to tell him in a letter with me standing by to answer his questions? Or should I give him some space? How have you all dealt with approaching your partners? Gotta get going, lots to do before the new week starts.

It is a time of unconditional love and acceptance, with a sense of safety yet the thrill of vulnerability.


Doing some research on my 'daddy' fetish. This is definately part of it! I am horrible about putting feelings into words, this helped a lot. I forgot to mention, last night after we climbed back under the covers I was so close to asking Daddy to bind my wrist. I chickened out. And at one point I forgot to tell about Daddy had me facing away from him and pushed his fingers inside me, he needed to feel how incredible wet I was. My face was buried in a pillow and it felt so good I cried out 'Daddy' without realizing it. I am pretty sure the pillow muffled my scream, I don't think Daddy heard it.

Daddy's Miha

I am completely and utterly satiated! Last night Daddy came home carrying a single rose and his usual handsome smile. He apologized for being a poopy head and made me dinner. I knew then it was going to be a special night and it was. Once all was silent in the house we cuddled together on the bed, talking and kissing. I reminded Daddy how hard he had fucked my mouth the night before and that it had cut my lip, and that it stung every time he kissed me deeply. He ran his fingers up my bare back, through my hair and took it in his vice like grip. ‘Good, he said, and after you suck my cock again tonight it will hurt even more, then every time it hurts your will think about my dick and remember the way it filled up your mouth.’ And he proceeded to kiss me even more fiercely. I moaned into his mouth, I’ll admit Daddy doesn’t usually talk to me like that, it turned me on, I couldn’t wait for more. We debated hopping in the shower or just staying in bed, Daddy made the choice we once again he grabbed me by the hair and forced me down on his cock. I love it when Daddy blatantly expresses what he wants, then I know with out a doubt I am pleasing him. I took his cock in my mouth then licked it like an ice cream cone as Daddy likes to put it. All the way from the underside of his balls to the tip of his dick, he was already squirming and I just started. I told him I didn’t want him to come for a long time so if he was close to tell me and I would stop what I was doing. He just nodded and gave me the most fabulous smile. I continued to alternate between the licking in long soft strokes to stroking and squeezing with my hand while just sucking on the head of his cock (his fav). In more of a moan then spoken word he told me to bite the head of his dick. Yikes! No one has ever requested that I bite them! I was excited yet scared, I bit at him tentatively at first then harder until he said ‘yes, just like that, that feels good.’ So I continued alternating between the three, licking, sucking, and biting. Once in awhile he would inform me he was on the edge and I would just change what I was doing. Once in awhile Daddy would grab the back of my head, lift his hips and bury my face in his nuts. I can honestly say I don’t know who was enjoying this more me or him. He suggested so many new things, and they all made me dripping wet. When he was burying my face in his nuts he suggested I also bite them also. He had me pull his cock down at this strange angle and suck it like that, he said is was making it throb in a new way. He had me put both my hands on the bed while he held his cock ( I was loving this part) in one hand and my head in the other. He controlled how fast and deep I would go down on him, he also would pull me completely off him and slap me in the face with his dick. Besides the biting, him being in control was my favorite. Oh and at one point I was laying on my back and he was about to shove his dick in my mouth, I was licking my lips to wet them and he spit into my mouth, very hot I loved it, I glanced up at him surprised, he just grinned and placed his cock on my lips. So this continued on for almost two hours, we heard a noise in the living room, I said I would check it out and also get a drink of water. It must have been the dog, I returned he was standing at the foot of the bed, he dropped a pillow in front of him. Wordlessly I dropped to my knees rubbing my face against the inside of his thigh, taking his balls into my mouth, stroking his now dry soft silky smooth semi-hard cock. I rubbed it against my cheek, I love the way it feels when it is silky like that. I took him, feeling him grow hard again in my mouth. Tenderly he rubbed the side of my face running his fingers through my hair, asking, begging if there was anything I wanted from him. ‘I just want to please you, is that ok?’ was my response. Yes there were many times I was so tempted to climb on top of him, but I was really enjoying this and I couldn’t wait to make him cum. He sat on the corner of the bed, spreading his legs wide to give me the best access to his parts. It was wonderful to have such control over him, biting, licking, and sucking. He was generous with his feedback, I never felt so loved or trusted. ‘Baby, I’m going to cum on your face soon.’ I moaned and stroked and sucked him in the way I know sends him over the edge, he pulled my head back and let go all over my cheek, chin, and mouth. Cuddled in his embrace bowing to him on my knees. He stood up slowly, went and wet a wash cloth with warm water and came back and cleaned me gently. Kissing me and pulling me to him, covered us in blankets and we drifted on to sleep.

Delicious

Sometime in the middle of the night Daddy fucked my mouth, and I am still wet hours and hours later because of it. All I remember is we were laying on our sides facing towards each other. He pushed my head down so it was in his crotch. The softness and warmth of his cock was on my cheek then in my mouth. Daddy kept his grip on my hair and held it as he fucked my mouth. I mean it he fucked my mouth, my bottom lip has a cut on it because he thrust so hard. I remember the thrusting and gripping and just before he came he mumbled something naughty but I can’t remember what it was. He came in my mouth, and then I nestled in close to his belly and fell back into a blissful sleep. I would question if it was a dream except for the evidence of the cut on my lip. I’m so wet I can’t wait for him to get home from work, if for some reason he is still mad and doesn’t want anything to do with me I will have to resort to rape, that’s all there is to it. ;)

And while I am remembering has anyone out there used The Wedge? You know those blue things you can use to raise your ass (or other parts) in the air just right? Daddy happened to mention it once long ago and I want to get it for him if it is worth it. Let me know! ~M

Sad Miha

Daddy is mad at me. He refuses to talk about it so there is little I can do. I made the mistake of asking to go out with some of my friends without him (someone has to watch the kids). My feelings are hurt and I guess I am mad at him too. I have never done anything for Daddy not to trust me. In fact I am usually bragging about him to everyone I know. He says it is more about "what if something happened to me?" WTF! I am a grown ass adult, I have taken care of myself since I was 16 and could drive. Hell before that even! So needless to say there won't be any posting until we get to have really hot make up sex. I'd have sex anyways but Daddy always holds out on me when he is mad. Why do men have to be such dicks. The thing that bothers me the most is Daddy has never acted like this before, what's up with that? So in the mean time I have to live vicariously through you guys....so make your next few post really hot, just for me. Or even better leave me a naughty story, I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of masturbation going on. ;)

Cravings

As I get caught up in day to day life I emerge once in awhile and wonder what am I doing and why aren’t I where I want to be? I was reading something today and realized maybe I haven’t yet confessed to Daddy is because he may have no real interest in being what I want him to be. Not that he would be judgmental or harsh in response to my desires just indifferent. How would that make me feel?

The two things I want the most right now is to have Daddy bind my wrist on a regular basis, not always just during sex either. But I know it would turn me on so much I would always end up begging for it anyways. I would love to be bound while I am sleeping or we are just cuddling watching a movie or any mundane activity we share together. And I would love to actually be able to refer to him as Daddy.

I want so much to be submissive to Daddy. I want to kneel at his feet. I want to be his pet. I want to serve him.

This isn’t about sadomasochism. I don’t think we have that in either of us.

It isn’t about swapping partners or having sex with other people. I don’t want Daddy to share me and I don’t want to share him either.

It isn’t about being treated like dirt. I love the way Daddy cherishes me and treats me like a princess. It is just the thought of giving myself so completely to him.

I wish I had the talent to articulate my needs. I can only stumble and reach out blindly to find the words to describe how I feel.

I love Daddy so much I really do. I can be a real bitch sometimes and I get really pissed off sometimes but ultimately I am completely devoted. I guess my desire to be submissive stems from the desire to show him how devoted I am.

Up For A Challange

Daddy woke me up at 5 am this morning to suck his cock, it was delicious. See Daddy is usually too selfish to cum in my mouth he always ends up begging for me to climb on top, but not today! See we each have very strange schedules where we work a very long shift and then have a couple days off so this last week our schedules conflicted and we hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days. The thing I love about Daddy is during these periods of abstinence he doesn’t masturbate but saves a huge load for me. This morning he came hard and fast. It was definitely a boost to my oral sex ego. So when I get home tonight I am going to ask Daddy if we can only have oral sex for at least the next couple of weeks. I will give him head whenever he wants me to but nothing else. Well, I’ll let him fuck my tits if he really wants to but that is it, that’s where I draw the line.
Would you consider this cruel and unusual punishment or more like sweet torture?

Softness Entices

I saw quite a few sexy blogs lately. When I find something that instantly makes me wet I link it. There is one in particular I can not get out of my mind. How sweet it would be to just kiss and suck and nuzzle her, licking and drinking up her juices. Daddy doesn’t know that before I was him there were times I had been with other girls. I don’t know what he would think, I never thought about it or cared. I haven’t really had any cravings for another woman in a long time, but seeing those luscious lips I couldn’t help it. Yum. The soft flesh of another woman is just amazing, I will never forget the first time I ran my hands over another woman’s body, it was like heroin I was addicted. The softness just mesmerizes me, I get lost in it and don’t ever want to be found. I’m sleepy, I must go. I wish I had the energy to take this further, maybe next time.

Mommy's Baby?

I have been uber busy, I won’t bore you with the details. Because of the busyness (yes I am prone to make up words get over it) there has been a lack of sex and I am getting frustrated. Masturbation is nice but there is nothing like a big thick cock pounding my insides. I feel as though sometimes I am the biggest contradiction there ever was. I think that is my motivation for this blog. I think more, I dissect more, and hopefully will be better off because of it. Earlier this weekend Daddy called me Mommy for some reason, and I liked it. This makes me feel strange and I keep questioning why calling him daddy is such a huge turn on. Anyways, he called me Mommy it made me wet. I had some alone time today and had a wonderful fantasy about it. A little background on Daddy first before I go any further. Daddy loves my body, sometimes it feels as though he worships at it. For me this is the greatest gift he could give me. I am average, average weight average boob size, not ugly, not gorgeous just me. Daddy compliments me at least once a day. About my hair, my smile, my ass (first thing that attracted him to me), my breast, whatever, everything and anything. And it’s not just lip service he gives those looks, not just the damn I have to fuck you now ones but also the I am genuinely in love with you ones. Also, a smack on my bum as I walk by is the same as him saying out loud that I have a fine ass. The amount of time he spends licking, sucking, tweaking, and fucking my tits is the same to me as telling me he loves my breast. Ok another freaking side note, I no longer have the fabulous fucking breast that made lots of boys drool in high school. Should I remind you I have had two children and breast fed them both, I have what I call “skinny boobs” now. But the best thing was while I was breast feeding Daddy paid the same amount of attention to them and when he would lick and suck them even if they were leaking breast milk I found it even fucking hotter. This leads into the fantasy I had to day…damn it took a long time to get here, finally.

So I am lying on the bed cozy and covered in our soft blankets. I am wearing one of those spaghetti strap tanks with the “built in bra” with a pair of white cotton panties. With out much thinking my hand gravitates towards my clit. Pushing aside my dampened panties I begin to rub on my clit making it hard and sensitive. That is when I hear a car door slamming shut. I continue knowing soon he will walk in the door and find me in this state of arousal. I can hear is footsteps on the hard wood floors of our hallway, the carpet of our bedroom muffles his footsteps now, I continue, he doesn’t speak and I don’t open my eyes. There is no doubt he knows what I am doing he has found me like this so many times before. I hear him undress and the bed shift from his body weight. He speaks softly into the crook of my neck and shoulder, the warmth of his gives breath gives me goose bumps in my heightened state.

“May I join you,” he asks simply.

I finally open my eyes looking into his, “Of course you can baby, come here to Mommy.”

He cuddles in close to me gliding his hand across my tummy, around my breast and to the strap on my shoulder. I turn into him and now I can feel the softness of his lips and cheeks on my chest, he slides a leg between mine, I can’t help but grind against it.

“I need your breast Mommy, may I?” He pushes harder with is leg between mine, and slowly lowers the strap on my shoulder spilling my breast out for his pleasure. He takes my nipple in his mouth sucking feverishly, biting, squeezing. I am drenched, I need his cock.

“Baby, you are making me so hot, I think it’s time you give Mommy your cock.”

He begs for a little more time, “Mommy please can I suck them more, please.”

He is my baby and I can’t deny him, he sucks greedily squeezing my tits together sucking and gnawing on both nipples at the same time.
“Mommy, I need to put my cock between them, I have to please.” I lay flat, he straddles me and slips his hot shaft between my breast. He is burning hot, I must taste him, the precum is seeping out of his slit. I lick at it.

“No Mommy, if you suck me I will cum.” He goes back to just sucking and worshiping. He slides my panties to the side and plunges two fingers deep inside me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I raise against the assault.

“Baby fuck me now, but don’t you cum, if you cum Mommy will be very upset.” Without removing my panties he thrust deep into me, I made him hold still as I ground my clit against his pubic bone. He slapped my breast and sent me over the edge, my cum seeped around him cock and on his balls. I pushed him away so that he could place himself where he truly wanted to be. He slid fast and easy between my breast with my cum all over him. I licked and sucked at will, as long as long as I orgasm first he may cum whenever he chooses.

“Mommy where do you want me to cum?” he growled it more then spoke it, I knew it would be soon.

“Wherever you want to, you have been such a good boy you deserve it.”

“Anywhere I want to, anywhere at all?”

“Yes Baby a special treat anywhere at all.”

“Mommy may I, may I, shoot my cum on your breast?”

“Yes Baby please ….and then I felt it, I watched it. Hot, white cum on my nipples, in a pool between my breast, on my neck, even my chin and mouth. It was delicious.

Why do I have this fetish, this mommy/daddy fetish? I wouldn’t say it disturbs me but I wonder why it is. What are your fetishes and why? Does anyone know why? Do we need to know why? Does anyone else have this craving like me to understand why?

Gotta go wake up Daddy, he is getting some no matter what, who cares if he is sleeping.

Wish List

A list of rules and assignments from Daddy.

Panties

There is something I want from Daddy. This is where my emotions conflict. If I submit to Daddy can I still make these "demands" or suggestions if you will? I guess that would be up to Daddy. I would love for Daddy to bind my wrist together, remove my panties and then shove them in my mouth and use them to stifle my screams as he proceeds to fuck and beat me, shooting his cum all over my face and then leaving me there bound and dirty while he goes and does something else. Be it take a shower, watch a movie, or even play his stinky x-box. My only other desire would be for him to come and pet me once in awhile and check and make sure that I am doing ok. Then when he is ready come defile me yet again, even fucking my ass if he so desired. I can only think of a handful of times Daddy has penetrated my asshole. I do not know if it is something he desires. I can honestly say either way I don't care it is up to him to go there or not. I wonder if Daddy would ever want to fuck my cunt while my ass was filled with some sort of play toy. I wonder if it would make my cunt feel any different to him. Sometimes it is hard to think of Daddy doing these things. Besides a few things previously mentioned (spanking, hair pulling) he has never really gone beyond plain vanilla sex. I am more then ok with that because there is no doubt we both are satisfied in the end, and above all else that is what matters most. I must end my musings here Daddy will be home soon, and remember this is still a secret.

A Love Letter To Daddy

Dear Daddy,
I hope for you to be reading this one day soon. I hope I will get up enough nerve to finally confess. I don’t know why I haven’t told you my desires. You love me, your good to me, I trust you, we already have wonderful passionate sex. I wonder if that is the reason I don’t say something, why fix something that isn’t broken? I know the other day you saw one of my writings. (I write on word then cut and paste) You hinted at it but since it was only a description of us making love and I am sure you recognized it for it was only from the day before, but it was nothing close to a confession of my longing to be dominated by you. I try, well I don’t try it’s just my honest reaction, to show how much I enjoy having you punish and control me. You have always spanked me from our earliest days together, remember when I had to wear board shorts over my bathing suit because I had the most noticeable hand print on my ass. There have been many times you have wrapped your hands around my throat as you fucked me, not to mention the hair pulling, nipple pinching, or throwing me down and ripping off my panties. And the demanding for me to be on top. This is the greatest gift you have given me. I know in my heart that you are pleased the most when I have been satisfied and you know letting me ride and grind against your cock is the surest way for me to have an orgasm. I love being on top, I used to be shy and insecure. Shy about if my body was good enough to be seen, insecure in that I would be able to please you. I know now that there is nothing you would rather see more then my tits bouncing up and down as I pierce myself with your cock over and over again. Or the look in my eyes, that is when I get up the courage to look at you, as my body shivers and the sweetness of release sweeps over me. There have been to many times that I have pleased you for me to ever be insecure again about being capable of bringing you to orgasm. This is part of the reason I trust you so completely, your patience, your love for me is undeniable, I only wish to go some place we have never been before. The other night after we made love you grabbed my wrist with just one of your hands, immobilizing me. I loved it. I don’t know why you did it. Did you hear me whimper and moan? Did you realize I bowed my head? Did you realize I drifted off into a sweet satisfying sleep. I have been dying to ask you why you did that, am I reading more into then there was? Daddy you are more then a girl could hope for, I love you so much and want so much to please you. Will you let me?
Love,
Miha

My continuing wish list of things big and small….

To completely submit to Daddy~I want to be owned

To watch Daddy masturbate~it seems silly but in five years I've never seen him do it

For Daddy to bind me however and whenever he sees fit~whether it is while he makes me his own personal whore tying me down to the bed or binding my wrist and ankles while we sit and enjoy a movie together

A vibrator to play with~Daddy loves to watch me masturbate I wonder if he would allow me to have one

Conflicting Desires

Daddy was very good to me yesterday. In the middle of the afternoon he took me and I had no choice. He had taken a siesta when the baby took his. (we have two children) After an hour or so I laid down next to him. Cuddling next to him I let my hand wander into his shorts. It was then I realized he was not wearing anything under them. This is very unusual for Daddy and instantly turned me on. I gently massaged his cock making it hard. His skin so soft and warm I just held his hardening cock. He raised his hips to push against me in his slumber, moaning. I encouraged it no further the baby would be waking soon and our other one was playing in her room, there would be no opportunity for release. As I predicted the baby woke up from his siesta and so Daddy got up too. He got the baby from his crib and took him into the living room and turned on a movie for him. Immediately he returned where I was still laying in bed, shutting the door and locking it. He came to me and tried to kiss me, I knew what he had in mind and I resisted. I told him I would rather wait until tonight, I was on my period and thought it would be less messy if I just gave him head. He said, “No now and you can still have later.” I still resisted not wanting to be interrupted, not wanting to make a mess. He didn’t care he pulled down my pants and panties, placed a towel under my ass, pushed my feet over his shoulders touched my cunt. I still resisted, I told him I had a tampon in. He didn’t care, he spread my legs found the string and pulled it out. Placed my feet above his shoulders again bending me in half as he pressed his weight against me and impaled me with his rod, he slid in easily I was sopping wet. I knew I couldn’t make a sound or the kids would definitely want to see what was going on. He slammed into me again splitting me in half, I needed to moan to scream, it was blessed torture. I looked up at him violating my cunt with no regard to me, he was biting his lower lip, I knew that meant he would be coming soon. He impaled me yet again pushing deeper then ever, holding himself deep inside me. I could feel his cock contracting as he spilled his seed into me.
He used me, giving me no satisfaction he discarded me after I served my purpose. I loved it but it is times like these that I feel I am not a good girl. I wanted only what I wanted. To be able to leisurely suck on Daddy’s cock. Would I be able to give up control and always do what I am told? I trust Daddy there is no doubt about that aspect of things. Can I submit? I think I want to, I crave it.
Later that evening after the house fell into silence Daddy satisfied me. He let me suck his cock. He let me ride him, grinding my clit against him. He pulled, pinched and tweaked my nipples. I love just sitting upon his cock grinding my clit like that and nothing pleases him more. He loves for me to take control over my orgasms using him for my wants and desires. Yet another reason for me to doubt, will he be able to dominate me with such a loving and giving attitude?

Why This Is

I have chosen the title Daddy's Miha cause it reflects my current preoccupation to be dominated by my husband. Miha is a Spanish term of endearment for girl. And right now I want nothing more then to be Daddy's girl. I would love to call my husband Daddy. It makes me wet just thinking about calling out , "Daddy please harder please" as he takes me from behind. Or better yet having him telling me that "Daddy's cock needs to be sucked so Miha get over here and do your job." and I would crawl unworthy to his feet, pull back his foreskin and place my mouth over the most sensitive part of his cock. See my husband is uncut, and as an immature teen I might have found it unattractive but now I could not imagine it any other way, in fact when I see an circumsized cock it doesn't seem natural. I love the way when Daddy starts to get hard his cock starts to peek out at me. I love it's sensitivity, no cut man I have been with has the sensitivity Daddy's has. I love making him shiver. I have not confessed to Daddy that I want to be his Miha, that I want to call him Daddy. Sometimes I am shy. Daddy is wonderful though. He is sweet and giving in bed and out. ;) He is not a prude and he would not consider me one. Before I say anything to Daddy I wanted to explore more as to why this is such a turn on so that I can further explain to him. Anyone else with these feeling have any suggestions? How did you approach your partner? What if I am too shy to ever confess!

A New Year Quest

I am not one for New Years resolutions. I have no goals to lose weight or to quit procrastinating or any of the many things we loath about ourselves and want to change. I just felt it was time for a new blog that focuses on my sexuality and what a great new time to start it then the first of the year. I am married with children, we have a healthy relationship and an above average vanilla sex life. I am looking to hopefully get some really good feed back to spice things up. My husband doesn't know about this blog, not that he'd care, it's just at first I want it to be a place to confess my secrets until I find my true desires then express them to him.