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Posted:May 11, 2022 6:33 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2022 6:12 am 1834 Views
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Since Papa has helped me feel good about my body I went from feeling self conscious about my huge labia to being able to display them with pride. The best thing is that pulling and tugging on them not only visually appeals to others it feels good to me.
It turns out not only are large labia a fetish but the act of twisting and spreading them is also. Daddy calls the act of pulling my lips out up and to the side my butterfly and videos where I do that have sold pretty well. I think people just like to see me comfortable with my body but I know from personal messages I’ve received that some do indeed have very specific fetishes.
So showing off like this feels good to my ego and also just feels good in general. That’s the way it’s turned out for most of the movies my Father and I made. What could have seemed like work was all fun and games. Never a dull or uncrossing moment.
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RAWR! dinosaurs! (1 pic)
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Posted:May 5, 2022 5:43 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2022 9:30 pm 1693 Views
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It’s been a long time since Papa took me to OMSI in Portland. There are usually some interesting exhibits but we don’t like crowds much and of course the pandemic made it pretty much impossible. They do dinosaurs just about every year and I’d probably go every year but things don’t change all that much. Sometimes the animatronic ones get better but the fossils and other parts of the exhibit are mostly the same. It’s fun for me because I have also had a thing for dinos but it’s just as fun to stay home and watch documentaries at this point.
Typically when we go to things like this it is more about being immersed in a setting where there are other kiddos running around. It helps me to regress and feel more like my true self. Sometimes I get really lucky and a little one will want to interact and before you know it I am fully in kiddo mode and completely forget our huge age difference. Playing at parks and stuff like that has the same effect but what works best is things like story time at the library or similar events. I look around and see parents with their little ones then look at my Papa and the next thing you know I am small and vulnerable inside but on a very deep and immersive level. We try to go to things that make me feel this way often but again it’s just as easy to accomplish at home most days. Variety is wonderful but the comfort and certainty of home rules over all. Nobody is around to talk to me like I’m an adult or ask me questions on a big person would be able to readily answer. That place in my mind is where I belong and my Father does whatever he needs to in order to make sure I remain there as long as possible. Going to OMSI can sometimes create that but is sometimes a disappointment. So stay home we do and that’s just fine with us.
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dirty dirty thoughts
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Posted:May 2, 2022 7:30 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2022 9:31 pm 2184 Views
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Sometimes when fucks me he whispers super nasty things in my ear. He’ll talk about things like sharing me with others and with animals and having a kiddo of our own to raise the right way. We call it pillow talk and I know not to take it too seriously but it sure does get my pussy wet. As I’ve mentioned before I have synesthesia which means I can actually see colored bubbles coming out of his mouth when he speaks and based on the colors and intensity I know if he is telling the truth or not. During pillow talk it’s pretty clear that the things he’s saying are real or that he really wants to do them but when we are done and cuddling he always makes sure to tell me that it’s just pillow talk and he has no plans of going through with or pursuing things. It helps me get off while we’re having sex and eases my mind when we are finished. That’s the kind of kinky perverted but caring Father I have.
I would love to do things with animals and actually grew up messing around a bit with the family pooch when I was . of my first boyfriends sold me to his friends for cigarettes and beer and stuff and that’s something I don’t want to experience again. It still gets me super duper wet to hear about it and think about it but in the moment. Papa would probably do it if I was into it but I let him know very early on that I never wanted to again and so he’s always quick to make sure I know it’s all talk and there’ll be no action. I love him for that. And we long ago decided that as as it sounds to get me pregnant not would it be unwise but it’s also nearly impossible. My body has been a wreck for a very long time so it naturally avoids making me fertile enough to conceive. We have never once used protection and never will but no matter how many loads he dumps in me I think we both know it’s never going to lead to anything except semen dripping right back out and down my thighs. I wonder sometimes what would happen if I were to get pregnant and of course that makes me all kinds of nervous and wet as well. My mind and body definitely like thinking about all the wrong and bad things we could do. Hard to deny I like the idea when I am dripping with wetness down there.
Fantasizing is very healthy especially when you know it’s that and nothing more. I don’t talk during sex or say things because I don’t need to and honestly doesn’t either but there’s an obvious benefit and enjoyment from it. We get off on considering things we shouldn’t and then putting those thoughts away until next time we need them. Our dynamic is well established and neither of us feel the need to make any big changes or adjustments. We don’t need to add anything for variety because even after all these years we are both still satisfied with each other. He turns me on more than I can tell you and I know from his bubbles and his raging hard on that I do the same for him by simply being me. Talking dirty is a fun bonus but it’s never more than the frosting on the cake or the cherry on top of the sundae. Our sex life is sweet enough to sustain us forever and ever and that is a great comfort for us both. Maybe someday we will indeed get a doggie but beyond that I think things are going to be the same until the end of us. That makes me happy secure kiddo let me tell you.
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play time!! (1 pic)
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Posted:Apr 30, 2022 2:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2022 8:46 pm 2045 Views
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On any given day when and I go out to the store or library or park I am not wearing panties. Part of the reason is so I am readily available to him but it’s also because it feels good to me. There are times when I actively do something like bend over too far so the fact that I am not wearing underwear can be seen. Sometimes it’s in a store and there’s a possibility that total strangers will get a peek and sometimes I am more discreet. When we’re in places like the library I try to be smart about it because I don’t want to get us in trouble especially since we spend our time in the section where I pick out movies to watch and books for Papa to read to me. It’s the same thing with the park. Some days we go and there’s nobody around so I can be a bit more bold but often there are other kiddos playing nearby so I need to be careful.
I think my Father and I filmed in the park a handful of times and when we did there was almost nobody around. The same can’t be said for when we would go with a bucket full of sidewalk chalk but no video camera. I can recall more than instance where I got immersed in drawing and coloring on some section of pavement and literally forgot the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. Luckily kept an eye out and never let us upset anyone though I imagine it must have been tough for him because chances are both his eyes were glued to my behind poking out from beneath a skirt or something like that. Public nudity and flashing are a regular part of our daily existence and yet it never gets old or normal enough that it loses the ability to arouse us both. His magnificent cock stays hard in his pants and my pussy gets so wet it often trickles down my thighs a bit. We don’t try to offend and I don’t go out of my way to actually show off to anyone but the possibility is still there and it delights both of us immensely. The few times we captured that on film were incredibly hot and and I like watching them. Hopefully you’ll stop by my video store and check of them out so you can maybe be a part of that.
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a tough choice for a kiddo to make (2 pics)
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Posted:Apr 28, 2022 12:42 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:21 pm 1933 Views
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Sometimes it’s really tough for me to choose who goes with us and who stays at home when Papa and I go away for a few days. To say I have a huge collection of stuffed animals is an understatement. Daddy calls them my menagerie.
There are times when I honestly can’t make a decision so rather than force me to choose my Father just says bring everybody. Now if I were to take that literally our car would be nearly full with no room for us or any of the actual essentials like food and hygiene products. So I do my best to narrow it down to something reasonable and then pack everybody up as best I can. My stuffies don’t mind being trapped in a shopping bag or backpack or suitcase for a few hours especially since they know they get to go along. We drive to our destination and then I set them free and everyone is happy.
When you add all my other kiddo supplies like coloring books and crayons plus books and movies and clothing you can guess how ridiculous it can get sometimes. But I have the greatest Papa in the world and he happily loads the car up with all my luggage because he loves me and wants me to be happy. As a result I don’t feel like I’m neglecting anyone and my heart doesn’t feel heavy the whole time we’re away. Between vacations and trips to places like the grocery store or library pretty much all of my stuffed animals get a chance to go out and enjoy some time away from home. Yes I am spoiled and so are my fuzzy friends.
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colorful kiddo (1 pic)
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Posted:Apr 26, 2022 8:13 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:21 pm 1518 Views
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I rarely dress in anything that resembles lingerie but this outfit was colorful and fun so I put it on for my to enjoy.
I guess you’d probably consider this more like dancer clothes than anything. Not that any stripper or exotic dancer would be caught wearing something like this on stage. The eternal kiddo in me doesn’t care bit about my clothes matching and that includes colors and style. of the things my Papa pointed out that I agree with is that girls rarely have a sense of style when they choose what to wear. Sometimes when I get dressed I pick tops and bottoms based on nothing except a whim or inexplicable desire. The stockings in this pic are very unique both in color and pattern while the top was selected mainly because of the style. I didn’t take into the fact that the patterns didn’t match or that the colors were way off I just put stuff on that felt at that moment. The freedom to do that is delightful. I know that no matter what I wear my Father is going to see a who is cute adorable and which is truly all I care about. Granted it’s not something I’d go out in public wearing but if I succeed in arousing him then the last thing I’m going to do is regret my choices. That sort of acceptance is what keeps me experimenting without worrying about how I actually look. It’s all about how I feel and in this case I had fun kind of being a bit grown for a while. Of course my stuffed zebra helped to tone that down a bit. In the end I feel and reacts with joy and lust which is what I really want. Dressing is extra fun because of that.
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spread 'em! (2 pics)
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Posted:Apr 25, 2022 3:28 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:21 pm 1948 Views
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When you make content on a regular basis your body can grow accustomed to all the wonderful sensations it experiences and you begin to get used to it, even a bit desensitized to it. This can lead to bad movies because on the day you filmed you really weren’t feeling all that , or horny, but you needed the footage so you went ahead and did something anyways. On days like that you can get lucky, or you can wind trying really hard to get aroused, and stay that way. The results aren’t what you want but at least you got something recorded. That’s an awful way to go about making content, and I try to avoid it.
Genuine arousal and excitement, on the other hand, always look better to me than a performance, or something that feels fake or forced. Women can get away with a lot in this regard because they do not have a thing hanging between their legs that clearly indicates their level of arousal and excitement. Yes, there are pills a man could take for something like this, but I’m not the kind of person to go that route, so I rely on being able to genuinely turn myself on in some way on a pretty regular basis. The fact that I do not have much of a sex life outside of filming is a big factor, as is my libido. If I want to, and even on some days when I don’t, I can get excited and get off several times. With no sex partner, this happens much less often though. It’s a rare but joyous occasion.
When I am filming I might do something like attempt to record several different scenes in sitting, though not when it comes to the orgasm department. For the most part, I know I am going to get a single cum shot, so I do my best to deny myself release the entire time and build a huge load that I know will look great on film when it is finally unleashed. This usually starts with me cross dressing and ends with me completely naked, aching to explode. Those are the films where you can tell I am genuinely aroused versus trying to manufacture it. Things like being online with a fan, or trying to arrange for anonymous sex are also good sources of authentic arousal for me. My cock is rock hard nearly the entire time, and you won’t catch me stroking it too often to keep it that way.
On this particular day, I was at my laptop looking for people to film with, and had been for quite some time. My cock was hard, I was stroking it infrequently, and I thought I’d just set the camera and continue. The results were fantastic, especially since you can tell when I’m really excited and when I’m starting to get distracted by typing responses or something. Genuine moments like that are what drive me to keep watching porn others create, since it is literally the same thing over and over again. A woman getting fucked is , there’s no denying that, but a woman getting fucked in a hotel room by some guy she just met downstairs in the bar is something quite different. The realism is what makes a sex scene interesting to me now, so that is what I strive for in my own movies. That’s really REALLY difficult to do when you make solo content though, but when I do accomplish it the results are noteworthy. Seeing my cock “that” engorged and seeing a cum shot “that” big is what I’d like to capture more often, but I’ll happily settle for the semi rare moments I am getting. Believe me, seeing genuine arousal versus manufacturing it is no contest - I am all about providing and experiencing the real thing.
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embracing my natural beauty (1 pic)
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Posted:Apr 24, 2022 5:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2022 12:43 am 1882 Views
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As I have admitted countless times before my self esteem was pretty low before I met my Papa. Not only did I not like my body but I was also one of those girls that relied heavily on covering my face with makeup. It took a little convincing but once I really listened to Daddy and believed what he said I stopped feeling bad about myself. He made it clear to me very early on that he did not like seeing me wear more than maybe some eyeliner and that my body was wonderful just the way it was. Once again I have to say that having synesthesia and being a human lie detector helped immensely. When my Father told me he thought I was beautiful or sexy I could see in his bubbles that he was absolutely telling me the truth and since his opinion quickly became the only one that mattered I accepted and embraced that truth. He pointed out that little girls should not be wearing makeup and that made sense. Gosh he really changed me and made me feel good about who I am naturally.
Before Daddy I had seriously thought that I would get a boob job one day. My breasts are not full and perfect like so many others but once again he made it clear that what he saw was very desirable. He explained that quite a few women he’d known not only didn’t have perfect breasts but that many of them had one that was bigger than the other. He made it clear he not only liked the shape of my boobies but also the size. They were just a handful for him and that was all he wanted. I always thought every guy in the world only lusted after big ones but once we started making dirty movies I got lots of positive feedback about mine. Once again it was pointed out to me that little kiddos didn’t have large breasts and since that is what I was every second of every day my body actually fit who I was. Add the fact that I’m tiny in general and it all began to make sense. Tiny feet and toes were attractive so why not itty bitty titties? His wisdom and influence helped me to accept myself in ways I never ever thought I could.
The one thing I am grateful for is that our lifestyle did change the fact that I was a bit chunky. Not really overweight just not toned either. We didn’t work out but we spent a couple of years on the coast riding bicycles as our main form of transportation and that kind of physical activity transformed my flab and fluff to something more appealing to the eye. It also made my body more appealing to touch which was an extra bonus. Overall I stopped being self conscious about my appearance and saw the natural beauty that he and so many others seemed to. That sort of acceptance was hard won but it served to boost my confidence and allow me to also lower my inhibitions. Getting naked was no longer nerve wracking it was exciting and before you know it I was getting bummed out when I had to put on clothes. The freedom to run around naked all the time became the norm and I only started liking clothes again when I began dressing my age. My outfits were wild but cute and according to my Papa also extremely sexy. I dress look and act like a little girl and that is what he wants to see but it also what I want and it makes me feel good. You can’t really hope get much better than that.
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a spectacular view (1 pic)
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Posted:Apr 22, 2022 2:56 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2022 6:34 pm 1745 Views
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My loving and endlessly horny Father often tells me that I am beautiful or sexy or some other very positive and flattering thing. He has told me many times that the view from behind is spectacular. Like I’ve said in the past I really didn’t have a healthy self esteem before we met. I also didn’t have the body I do now due to our lifestyle choices. We eat well and exercise and do our best to make smart choices. And these are the results.
My legs might not be perfect but they are strong from all the walking playing and bike riding not to mention the fucking. The same can be said for my ass. Overall my body and physical appearance have improved greatly and I am overjoyed my Daddy Papa likes what he sees and feels. It’s also gratifying when I read all the lusty positive comments I get here. My ego does like to be petted.
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taking the good with the bad
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Posted:Apr 21, 2022 12:59 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:21 pm 1639 Views
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Video sales last month were surprisingly good but it all pretty much went toward fixing our car. Of course that money is supposed to be for my use for whatever I want and I could have kept it but I wanted Daddy to use it so I could relieve some of his adult stresses. He could have covered the costs associated with the repairs but it would have been a burden on everything else. He works so hard to make sure that I don’t ever EVER have to be anything but a kiddo so it was quite easy for me to offer it up to help him. He gives me everything I could ever possibly want anyways so to me the money from video sales is there for me to be frivolous or generous or do whatever I want with. I just want my Papa to be happy so I gave it to him.
The weather turned what seemed unseasonably warm for a few days which made my Father and I exceptionally happy since we both get very S.A.D. when we don’t see the sun enough. We were going for walks and going to the park and just feeling really good inside and out. Then it suddenly shifted and we were looking at snow in April. If April showers bring May flowers what do April snows bring? April snows extend wintertime woes. Now it’s just cold and rainy again but the sun and warm weather shall return eventually. Just have to be patient.
Some days my tummy doesn’t seem to bother me at all and before you know it almost an entire week has gone by without me suffering my typical and chronic symptoms. Then it sets in slowly over a couple days or I wake up in distress and it erases all of those good feelings and optimism. I’ll probably never be healthy for more than a week and always be vulnerable to mood changes and stuff but it’s never all bad. We take what pleasures we can while we can and try not to be too unhappy when the rough times set in. My Papa has taught me to take the good with the bad and to not dwell too heavily on the hard times when they hit. He has taught me a positive attitude can make an immense difference and I’m grateful for that lesson. Before him I was a pretty consistently unhappy person but these days it all seems to manage to even out. Just one more lesson learned that helps me appreciate a life I never thought was going to be worthwhile.
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