This was written in response to a writing prompt on Fetlife. I normally don't respond to writing prompts, as I prefer to do my own thing, but there was something about the author and the prompt that triggered my primal Daddy side and I felt compelled to respond. I liked my response so much I asked permission to share it here.Nymphs are full of whimsy, filling their days with eating, sleeping, bathing in pools and pranking the humans that share their territory. Bears are different. Bears are the ultimate predator in their territory and sometimes nymphs need to be reminded that there is a bigger, badder prankster out there in the woods.

D surprised me a few days ago with a short text.

I wrote this as a journal entry to K a few years ago, the first time I took her to the cabin.      I turn to my left as my hand comes around to wrap around your delicate neck and pin you to the bed. My mouth comes crashing down on yours, our lips binding together as one. My tongue penetrates into your mouth, lusting to feel your teeth, your tongue, your essence. I want to feed on your lust, to penetrate and suck it out like the black flies clustered in swarms outside.  

Content Warning: CNC play; Edge Play; Fear PlayI see you in the firelight. Pale face reflecting the orange and red hues of the flickering flame. Eyes focused on the fire, you cannot see the shadow standing a few yards away, drinking in the view.

In Ancient Greece, hubris refers to a form of extreme pride or arrogance which leads to the downfall of many mythological characters.  

An ode I wrote to A, shortly after our first impact sceneYour body tenses.The sound of the belt clearing belt loops.The rattle of the freed buckle.The smell of leather in the air.The light caress of my fingers on your skinMy hand winding through your hair, pulling your head back.The delicious sound of the crack of leather against skin.The feel of leather against your body.The sting of the strike.The hot breath on your skin.The whispers in your ear.Encouraging.Filthy.The belt as a brush.Painting those scarlet ribbons on porcelain canvas.

Mongolia, Christmas Eve 2008Child, you are a creature of light, why do you sit in the darkness alone? Do you not know your purpose?

“Do you like it, Daddy?” K asks, a cautious smile on her face.

Snuck, Snuck

For those of you unfamiliar with the game in the title, please take a couple of minutes to watch this video from the show "Big Bang Theory". It explains it well.

When I feel her legs tremble, I know she is getting close. Thoughts of what is for breakfast vanish. Gone is the pain in my neck from the weird angle. My own sexual needs slip away as the focus of the predator become absolute. I want her explosion in my mouth.