So....baby doll, huh? Trimmed in lace, ruffles, appliques, bows, ribbons, marabou fur, sheer chiffon and silk. Your love of... pampering your girl. Seen in your eyes as your baby. You dig everything about her. Soft skin, unexpected when you first touched her, like that of a child. Her sweet and musky scent, that you swear you smell every time you reminisce of her. Silky hair you want to run your fingers through and twirl like a curly tendril the morning after a blissful sleep. Tender lips that seem to melt into yours, as if they have always been joined together. Curves like ski slopes, you smoothly scale like its familiar rugged terrain. The embrace of your bodies, cozy in the way you fill each other nooks comfortably and naturally. The sound of her words, grasping your mind intellectually and yes...sensually. You find her to be all that you want and desire in a woman. You think she's sexy, beautiful and exciting. Wow...with that being said. I'm feeling a bit like putty in your hands.
Huh?...
Who's your Baby doll? ...
I am ...
Yes, pamper me Daddy...
-Liz
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