Daddyssluttylittlekitty: He Was On The Phone, And He Was Yelling, Pacing Heatedly Around The Room. My Skin Crawled As My Stomach Become Unsettled. I Didn’t Like Daddy When He Was Like This, When The Stress Of Work Made Him This Frustrated. I Wanted
daddydomandhisprettyprincess: Writing: Sylveon You walk through the door of our bedroom, tossing your jacket aside; you’re lost in thought— probably recapping your long day at work. I shift on the bed, the rustle of the sheets breaking you from
