Daddy here to talk and play or possibly trade…40/m….message me here or kik jwalker1353
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Come get her
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CDr03WuBfnJ/?igshid=1w8o2qcr0f89p0I was parched. Aching for something. Something to make me feel alive… feel anything at all other than resigned that the ache for more was not in the cards.
I knew you, not as well as I would have liked. I blame myself for that. You were always kind, respectful, sexy and completely intimidating, and I’m not easily intimidated. I am, however, easily distracted, thanks to a lifelong struggle with ADHD, so that can interfere at times with remembering to keep in touch.
Your hello that night was like cool water and chapstick after being in the sun. You were the sexy, intimidating friend. I felt giddy like a child, alive. I felt like you might actually mean it when you said I was beautiful, even though I’ve never, ever seen myself that way. I felt desired and I was overwhelmingly aroused with a hunger for you. To feel your hands, breathe in the scent of your skin, to taste your tongue and your cock. Or just a hug, hugs are incredible and I feel like you’d give the very best.
I was starving. Accepting little scraps of time from someone who practically handed me a box of red flags, set them at my feet and told me they were actually green. I hoped that they were, but they were bright crimson. But those crumbs he brought made me feel, and sad and hopeful was better than nothing, at least that’s what I told myself. You told me that he didn’t deserve my time, I feel I don’t deserve yours, Sir.
I know I’m too clingy a and if i weren’t holding back, I’d be talking to you more, its in my nature to run my mouth. You needn’t worry, I’m not naive enough to believe that I’m somehow the only person who calls you Daddy. Just know I’ll try my best not to be too needy because things are just better with you in the picture, however that picture is painted.
But more than anything, thank you. Just by being you, you’ve made me better. But now it’s 4 in the morning, on a night I had planned to sleep earlier after a week of consistently little sleep and I’m overthinking and oversharing. I’m so tired and my mind is racing with reasons that you should tell me to fuck off. I certainly hope you don’t.
You’re a phenomenal man. I am deeply honored you allow me to call you Daddy. Okay, I’m going to bed now and maybe you won’t see this sleep deprived confessional of sorts. Maybe I’ll delete this. It was just heavy on my mind just how grateful I am that you spoke up.
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