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aliljaded 53F
23949 posts
5/21/2019 5:54 am
Pleasant

Pleasant (adjective): Giving a sense of happy satisfaction or enjoyment. Pleasing. Satisfying. Gratifying. Enjoyable.

They’d always said I was such a pleasant girl.

They meant agreeable, likable. I had a pleasing nature. I wanted to be liked. I craved validation. Praise had been hard to come by, so I needed to know that I was good. That I was valued. That I belonged. And being pleasing earned me praise.

But I’d never really known praise until he said Good Girl for the first time.

Pleasant. I felt pleasant down inside my panties. This pleasant little tingle. It was like a high. And then he said, “my needy little girl” and the high got higher. The next time it was “dirty little slut” and that was like space high. heaven high. beyond everything high.

And they just kept coming. Variations of praise, degradation with a pretty, sweet, lovely, sexy, chaser.

I was addicted.

Endorphins to my brain from a good girl, or atta girl, or curious little tease, or sweet sexy cumslut, or well, any little pleasant word of praise at all, really, and it’s like my version of heroin.

Hook me up to an IV, because I am a fucking slutty praise love junkie.

I will chase my fix across his cock with my lips, my tongue, my cunt, my ass, my heart, my soul, my everything.

I’ll beg for my love drug, and worship my dealer.

“How may I serve you, Sir? How can I make you happy today?”

And he will give me my fix, he always does…and he’ll make me pay for it in the best of ways. He’ll make me earn it so I feel the weight of deserved praise.

“You may sit on my lap, Princess. That would make me happy.”

When I sit on his lap I can tell he’s already happy. And I feel it… that familiar ache of need. Need my drug. Need my fix. Need to please. Need to be Daddy’s pleasant girl.

So I start moving. Just a little. Daddy lets me. So I move a little faster. The need growing inside of me. The hunger. The desire to please.

I look at Daddy with a pleasant smile. He remains silent. My eyes change from pleasing to pleading. He remains silent, just looking at me with expectation.

I blush.

He wants me to say it. I don’t know why it still embarrasses me.

“Daddy, may I please earn your cum like a good little cocksucker?”

He remains silent.

“Please.”

He remains silent…. and Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The need is growing needier. Desperate.

“Please. Pleaaaaaaaaaase. Daddy. Sir. Please, may I earn your cum? I need it.”

“Okay…be a good girl and suck my cock, sweetheart.”

I groaned. Finally. Finally my opportunity. Daddy was giving me my chance to earn his praise. It was soooo much more meaningful when I earned it.

I slipped off his lap onto my knees.

I unzipped him. No boxers. He was expecting this.

I earned it. I earned every single drop of cum that I pulled from within him. I pulled the very soul from his body with my good little cocksucking ways. My dedication. My relentlessness. Relentless Forward Progress. I wanted that praise, and I was going to deserve every single fucking word.

So I did.

I licked and I laved and I teased, and he groaned and he moaned and he screamed.

I hallowed, and I hallowed, and I swallowed. He gripped and he tugged and he drove into me. Holding me tight as I took every ounce of his violence, chasing his own fix.

And in the end, he covered me in his praise. The ultimate praise. Fix almost achieved. I needed to know it was real. I needed to know he got his fix too. That I was his drug. That he was addicted to me.

I didn’t even know what I was saying I just needed to know.

Did I make you happy?

He nodded breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

I shook my head and looked at him, face covered in him.

“Yes. Good girl. You made Daddy very happy. You were my perfect, pleasant, beautiful girl. I love you.”

I was good. I was valued. I belonged to him.

I sighed. Fix achieved. Addiction satisfied… for now.

“Now get over here, and let me make you dirty again.” He growled.

And just like that, I was back to the needy girl chasing another fix. They said I was pleasant, but they only saw my surface… only Daddy gets to see how pleasing I can really be.

Daddy’s slutty little love junkie.

~goodgirlsdoresearch


"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


robj1956 67M
1665 posts
5/22/2019 3:01 am

Thank you for that, it was a pleasant read


doingitall4yu 66M
321 posts
5/21/2019 2:07 pm

Your daddy is a lucky man, but you are his very lucky slut for cock and cum!! He knows you, and trains you well!!

Serve me!! It is what you crave! jdxafn at hot....


aliljaded 53F
8847 posts
5/21/2019 5:57 am

Fix achieved. Addiction satisfied… for now.

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”



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