she knew she wasn't supposed to be out of bed... but she definitely got more than she bargained for... an evocative erotic short story exploring power dynamics in an MFM DD/lg scene.
I read this slowly.
Not like a story, but like a spell.
The kind of descent that doesn't ask for permission.
The kind that knows exactly where it's going, and dares you to follow.
She was never just playing.
Not when she crept down the stairs.
Not when she clutched the bear.
Not when she touched herself while asking if she deserved to.
She was breaking.
And building something else in the same breath.
These aren't just fantasies.
They're rituals.
And rituals like this are sacred.
The shame, the obedience, the gaze of a man who knows what she's becoming all of it lives right at the threshold between danger and devotion.
Some men rush past that threshold.
But the ones who know how to hold it?
We wait.
We watch.
We let her reach for us.
And when she does, we answer.
Not with force, but with reverence.
Not with punishment, but with presence.
If she ever wants a Daddy who reads silence the way some men read skin
who does not ask her to beg, but sees her before she speaks
I’m here.
I’ll be in the dark,
waiting like always,
with both hands open.
— Holden
love this so so much, thank you for this beautiful reflection ♥
Yummy yummy.....yummy
Challenging and beautiful
thank you so much for reading and letting yourself be challenged ♥
A gorgeous, teasing and pleasing tale
thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed it ♥
I await chapter two
thank you so much, love that you enjoyed it ♥
thank youuu ♥
I read this slowly.
Not like a story, but like a spell.
The kind of descent that doesn't ask for permission.
The kind that knows exactly where it's going, and dares you to follow.
She was never just playing.
Not when she crept down the stairs.
Not when she clutched the bear.
Not when she touched herself while asking if she deserved to.
She was breaking.
And building something else in the same breath.
These aren't just fantasies.
They're rituals.
And rituals like this are sacred.
The shame, the obedience, the gaze of a man who knows what she's becoming all of it lives right at the threshold between danger and devotion.
Some men rush past that threshold.
But the ones who know how to hold it?
We wait.
We watch.
We let her reach for us.
And when she does, we answer.
Not with force, but with reverence.
Not with punishment, but with presence.
If she ever wants a Daddy who reads silence the way some men read skin
who does not ask her to beg, but sees her before she speaks
I’m here.
I’ll be in the dark,
waiting like always,
with both hands open.
— Holden
love this so so much, thank you for this beautiful reflection ♥
Yummy yummy.....yummy
Challenging and beautiful
thank you so much for reading and letting yourself be challenged ♥
A gorgeous, teasing and pleasing tale
thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed it ♥
I await chapter two
thank you so much, love that you enjoyed it ♥
thank youuu ♥