Hey there DPP, coming out of the woodwork once more to peddle my wares! Which is to say, I'm looking for someone who enjoys my unique brand of depravity and wholesome slice of life combo. I've got a writing sample that I've repurposed below to try and make it a little more generic, but you'll definitely see some of my kinks prominently running through it. I'm open to having a chat or writing something together, but I will say that I'm one of those people who doesn't (generally) jump right into a scene. Emotionality and understanding a person is important to me to get really into a scene and write something that I feel is really exceptional.

And if you really just hate everything I've got going on after reading this, no hard feelings! I hope we all find what we're looking for on here and that you have a great day.

I dream of when I would be able to come home in the early afternoon, my dapper little whitecoat on and be able to see my baby set up in your alcove desk that we built together when we first moved in - I wanted to have both our computers next to each other and gave you the corner for more space for all the WFH equipment. There's pictures of us together from polaroid cameras I've bought us, memories of dates I've dated on the back and more than a few of them are just me smooching your face. You know my schedule but I come in the house all the same, a big dopey grin on my face and loudly calling out, "Princess?!" only to see you peer back from your workstation. I don't waste any time coming over to kiss your neck, run my hand through your hair and ask about how my baby's day is going. You need to focus and I laugh a little and nod, all the while still unable to remove my hands from you. It gets to a point where you actually need to get a little firm and gruff with me before I finally settle down a bit and take a seat on the nearby couch, sending you messages from my phone to tease you while you try to work

When work finally starts to wind down, I've picked a recipe out that I want to try and make us for dinner - it isn't anything super fancy, but I've been watching all these cooking videos and food youtubers that talk about simplicity in recipes, so I figured I'll make chicken adobo. I'm writing up the list in the kitchen when you finish work and come grab me from behind, I butt bump you out of surprise and turn around to kiss you.

I lean back against the counter as you take the opportunity once I turn to face you to hop up onto my hips and wrap your legs around me, supporting your weight. We kiss, deeply, for more than a few minutes. I pull away from it with a heaviness to my eyes and I can't wipe the small smile off my face as I tell you just how much I love you, how I can't believe I got so lucky to find the girl of my dreams, who has met my needs in ways I didn't think anyone ever could. I probably find it hard to hold your gaze the whole time I'm saying this, but I punctuate the thought by asking if baby wants to shower before Daddy goes shopping for groceries. You answer without words, hopping down off of my hips and grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the shower.

All of my clothes are off before we even enter the bathroom and I have the shower on, steaming up the bathroom. It's small, but comfortable for both of us to fit and has a lip to hold onto - I tell my baby to relax and I methodically remove all of your clothes with my teeth and tongue, taking special care and extra time to let my nose and lips and tongue lazily trail around your armpits, your unshaved pussy, and especially bury my face inside your warm, sweaty ass as I'm tugging your panties down. You're covered in more slobber than anything else even before the shower starts.

But, baby has to have her way and once all the clothes finally come off, you're in the shower and giving me a teasing "come hither" finger. I follow you into the shower, fully erect and still able to taste and smell you on my lips and in my mustache. I pin you up against the wall of the shower and my hands are immediately drawn to part your hairy lips, to stroke your stiff little clit and feel daddy's spit and your creamy wetness drip from your cunt. Another two fingers go back to spread your puckered asshole wider apart, until I can feel the slightly sticky, all too hot inner lining of your rectum in the middle of my fingertip. I massage it, deeply pressing in without my fingertip slipping while I play with your clit. I love the noises you make into our kiss as I push my tongue and let yours crawl back into my mouth in a game of tug of war, sucking on your tongue and sloppily spitting into your mouth every so often.

I want to feel us entirely lose ourselves inside each other. Play with you until the whole world melts away and there is only you, and me, and the alarming distance between every single available inch of our bodies. Eventually, daddy is pumping his cock, hard, between your thighs. clenching your fuzzy cunt and fucking my cock up against your asscrack. You can try to shift your hips and in the process, the thick tip of my cock pushes gently into your asshole before it continually slips past, but you can feel it push into your muscles and barely spread you open each time. You can see in my eyes that the only thing in my mind, the only thing I ever want to see, is you.

Eventually, you spin yourself around more than I do. Daddy proceeds to fuck you as hard and as deeply as he can, stretching your cunt until it's molded into the shape of his cock, all the while your face is pressed up against the cool tile of the shower wall and you've reached back with both hands and are roughly ripping your asscheeks apart, hearing daddy talk about how pretty your hairy little asscrack and butthole are. I don't even last more than a few minutes as you bare down on daddy's cock and let out a wet fart against his fingers, feeling them slip inside you. You can feel his cock twitching wildly inside your pussy and the warmth floods you from inside - I stay there, inside you until I go fully soft. You turn around at the point and face me, and daddy proceeds to wash you gently, across your entire body.

Washing off work, and the feeling of daddy orally sodomizing and then attempting to put a baby inside you. All that's left at the end is daddy taking a lukewarm/cold shower as we've used up all the hot water, and a sparkly clean baby. We hop out of the shower together, I towel you dry myself and then at that point touch myself up as I'm mostly air-dried. Daddy picks out a cute outfit for you to go grocery shopping with him, he dresses up in a lazy band tee and jeans, and you're both off in the Prius - daddy even gives you the bluetooth control to pick whatever music we listen to. I playfully grope at your butt and hold you from behind as you push the shopping cart through every single aisle, we need to go down them twice with the way we're making eyes at each other and being playful more than actively shopping. But eventually, we get everything we need and head to checkout. You get to see customer service daddy, all polite and warm as he makes awkward small talk with the cashier - a true present.

Another short car ride home interrupted only by copious red light kissing, and daddy is in the kitchen while you put on your favorite YouTube video for us to banter about. I tell you while I'm getting the adobo marinade ready to pick a movie for us to watch, and daddy wants to plan a date for tomorrow. We sit on the couch together while I let the chicken rest in the marinade for at least a little bit to help impart some of the flavors, and it takes me longer than 30 minutes to get everything prepped but we've only been through one or two videos of yours at this point. I'm quoting stupid lines at you all to try and get you to giggle. I serve you a hefty plate of chicken adobo over freshly made jasmine rice, sauce to pour on the side.

We sit next to each other on the couch as we eat, you leaning up against me or vice versa. Rubbing our feet together, just in constant contact whenever, however possible. We finish dinner and daddy grabs us both a big blanket to share. At first you lay face to face with daddy in the darkened living room while the movie starts, but soon enough daddy's hands wander, and in an effort to get him to focus you flip around and stick your feet in his face - to no avail. It stops for a little bit, and then he's sucking and licking between your toes, smelling your feet, deeply rubbing your calves and pulling your legs apart only to press the ball of his foot into the crotch of your bottoms, stroking along your genitals. We fuck for the second time that night, on the couch, the blanket thrown off and the blue hue from the tv illuminating our sweaty skin. Daddy fucks your butthole until it's loose and letting out wet farts each time he pushes back in, telling you just how good they smell and how he wants you to milk his cock, and whether you want to or not, you make a small mess before he pumps a thick, hot load into your butt