before the rest of the world started demanding things from me I’m moving with a rhythmic unyielding intensity my hands gripping her hips with a strength that borders on bruising as if I’m trying to physically tether her to me
these quiet private moments of the early morning a different kind of drive took over it was as if the sheer weight of my responsibilities the guilt the heroics the constant doing the right thing melted away replaced by a singular, desire to just be with her to claim this moment
laundry day hits different when you realize you only own ONE suit like yeah sure i can fight crime swing through traffic save the city before breakfast but if i spill coffee on this thing i’m basically unemployed until it dries!
Felicia Hardy -
aka Daddy’s troubled princess.
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Can post/write lewd. 20+
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