u/Babyluvve

Forest etiquette is confusing. I thought he was part of the trail.

Forest etiquette is confusing. I thought he was part of the trail.

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Princess behavior.

Remember that "live wire" I was talking about? Well... the countdown is almost over. After all that whining about edging and trying not to combust, I finally get to see Daddy this evening. I've been floating through the day with the most ridiculous grin, entirely too smug because I know exactly how my day ends 😌💗

I really should've read the terms and conditions before the hike🥹

I used to be absolutely obsessed with my pu$$y. I've been late for work because I needed to get off real quick before leaving the house. Before bed? Same thing. Those orgasms were great.

Then I met Daddy. 😌

And now I'm annoyed.

.. because the way he makes me lose control of my body is ridiculous. He makes me cum on demand, squirt on demand. The sounds he pulls out of me don't even sound like they're coming from me. He has completely ruined the experience of doing it myself.

So I have basically retired. Not because I can't touch myself, but because what's the point? If I do, I edge. That's it. I make damn sure not to go too far because all my orgasms belong to Daddy now anyway. They're better with him. Which means I'm currently sitting outside, overstimulated by absolutely nothing, trying not to spontaneously combust because edging has turned me into a live wire. My body is throwing a tantrum, my brain is useless, and unfortunately I've become one of those needy girls who would rather suffer than cash in without daddy.

Tragic, really. 😌

The Michelin Guide hasn't found this spot yet.

Daddy FINALLY let me cum so now I'm back on my princess throne acting expensive, bratty and completely unbearable again. Tragic for everyone involved.