BB's dirty thoughts Jan.1

Edit: Making this public, so all may enjoy the loveliness of LLAngel.

Have you ever met a woman that COMPELLED you to make her call you "daddy"? That made you lick your lips and want to bend gender stereotypes so far that they became a pretzeled mess, the phrase "strap on" leaving no meaning at all to the high end silicate attached to your pelvis, leaving tally marks in lipstick while you put her eyes firmly in her head soak her in her own come... ?

How about a woman so proud in her spunky, shameless, sparkling personality that you cannot help but glow for her, cannot help but sigh, adore, and want to sing for her... ? Have you ever met a woman whose eyes were so blue, you knew the freedom of endless skies and well-travelled freeway inside them, practically hearing her laugh at the edge of your sanity, as you ground that open road into a bloody pulp.. ? Knowing you left a trail of broken hearts in your wake, your eyes cast on only each other, only wine and tequila and scraps off lace as evidence behind you... ?

I have known such a goddess. I looked on her temple, and found both a place of reverence and sacred desecration, hungry to leave wet-red love marks and sweet bruises of rough and thorough fucking, the kind she could only get from a strong woman- a woman, who knows what a woman needs, and enough strength to show a submissive the rewards she deserves; for her craft, for her art, for her body, for her beauty, for strength, for her proud exhibitionism, for her kindness, for her sheer force of will.

We call her "angel" but those in the know, know better, knowing how Well and Ravishing she would look well ravished, your succubaeic tentacles exhausted on every curve and stuffing every orifice offered. Such a sweet pout to disguise a lust so ravenous it could consume gods, and it consumes every scrap of those lucky enough to be called her dominant; it fills my brain with heat and poetry, and I've only ever had the pleasure of seeing her.

But seeing her is enough; I would throw that woman over my shoulder and Relish in her giddy laughter, toss her the back of my muscle car and we would Never be heard from again... till I brought her safe and sound home, of course. She is no toy; she is a Goddess of the debauched, blessed temple whore, made for the kind of worship you weep between grit teeth, giving every ounce of force you have in her name. A disapproving sneer could bring you to your knees in remorse, as easily as a playful smile could light up your entire world. All it would take is a sassy swerve of the hip, a stuffing of panties in my pocket, and I would be made ANIMAL, Mistress, daddy, feral.

Those she takes to her side in partnerdom are blessed, and I joy in their joy; to have this kind of creature chose you as mate is more than enviable, it makes the soul radiate in joy, knowing that a union so profound could even Exist. I am not jealous by nature, rather, I Live to see love and sensuality that divine; couples that stand the test of time to me are as beautiful to me as the rare sights I travel across the planet for.

I, like many, stand only as witness to creamy curves that would drive any man insane and adoring pout that would make any female dominant Ache to see it drool, open mouthed and tongue out in overwrought ecstasy. The desire to hear a woman cry out your name is certainly not the sole property of heterosexually-aligned men-! It's the confidence I cherish, the charm, the effortless pout... knowing a wicked smile would come immediately following the false coquettishness. The kind words, placed just at the most thoughtful of moments. Her fishnets, her choice hair colour of the week, a badass jacket and a smile... all I could desire.

Plus that ass and thighs that don't QUIT-!

This could only be an ode, a sapphic and Very smutty love letter to our one and only, our dear, our SMOKIN HOT, Totally Kind, and absolutely wonderful, L_L_Angel.


Find her here:
https://allmylinks.com/lustful-little-angel