Let's get this out of the way, clean and crisp and nicely upfront.

I might enjoy, from time to time, making you feel all small and cozy and protected, curled up in my lap as I sweep the blankets over us and kiss your forehead. Hell, I enjoy that, in an out of bed, even if in bed isn't the faintest bit lewd. Maybe I do have a thing for leaning over you, and bearing into you with all my weight, stretching you and spreading you and keeping your wrists pinned so firmly your fingers can only flutter against the sheets.

Sometimes, yes, I enjoy spanking you. Not some ritualized, ponderous game with chants and weird titles and yes master's. Just the sheer sense of electric thrill, of sinking into you and feeling that glorious emptiness in my palms that I can fill with you in one exuberant strike. I can feel it now, just thinking about it - that moment, with you rocking and groaning in my lap and on my cock, where all the force in the world can't stop me from reaching around and letting delicious havoc rein down on your ass.

And sure, it's pretty fun to play around a bit, leaving the seriousness of the world behind. I'm a grown-ass man with more Pusheen stuffies than I've got knives, barbecue tongs, or Rolexes (or some shit that's more daddyesque, I suppose - I'm just channeling my inner Ron Swanson for a moment). You're welcome to snuggle up in a pile of them, naked and giggly, and I'll dive into bed beside you and glory in that childlike glee.

Not that roughness isn't fun; there's a thrill to be had in letting my passion roll out in a wave, mind you. And, well, I do tend toward the dominant side, and a smaller, cuter partner is hardly a negative.

But you know what? I'm perverse in this, but I really, really, really have a thing for similarly grown women with whom I can talk and laugh and go on silly nighttime walks with. The sort of partner who's equally at home doing things out in the world, and gasping into the sheets on a lazy Sunday morning.

Look, I love it if your eyes sparkle and you can lavish praise on my cock. That's great. But I've got this weird fucking kink for ladies who can wax eloquent on other subjects, who I can watch light up with passion about one of her passions.

So.

Yeah, I'm quite fond, and extremely willing to, sweep you up and pound you into the bed. Perhaps steal your breath with my tongue and brush the thoughts from your mind with a well-timed flicker of my fingers, a teasing kiss along your skin. I want to see your eyes empty of thoughts with a gasp, and it's so much more fun to do that when you've got a lovely mind to distract.

I'm me, and you're you, and I would love to do all manner of awful, lovely things with you and to you.

But I am not, I need to be clear, your god-damn daddy.

Kinks: Sex. Between interesting and thrillingly equal adult humans.

Limits: The word daddy.

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