Not so closeted
I’m a private man.
At least in most aspects of my life, the things which go on in my mind are for very few to understand. There are thoughts there, dark thoughts some pleasant and sticky dreams others fantasies and visions which bring me smiles and uncomfortable shivers . This is however where my little girls tend to meet me.
In the dark.
A benevolent beast some how my strong hand, and “spirited” tongue adored by the girls I give my time and affection to. They are free to speak of their ill desires, the dirty little things that makes them moist between their thighs, and fearful in their beds.
I want them to give it all up to me.
The shame, anxiety, the pain, past deeds and events where they fell victim to internal and external predators.
I don’t judge you for loving your whorish ways, the things you crave or the mistakes you make. Putting my hand to your flesh in stingy, full force smacks shame bleeds away with the warm of skin.
Always my little girls. Daddy will be here to correct you, to mold you, to help you understand who you are.
Always, Don Cambion.
