Mrs. Blogpphire On The "DILF"
Dad I’d like to Fuck
Fuck wit me?
I can’t speak for all but I can damn sure speak for one, and that’s me. I happen to have some of the best sex ever with my children’s father. The weird thing is not too long ago we hated each other. I believe we overdosed, sex got repetitive. But when I tell you absence makes the heart grow fonder, I mean that shit from the bottom of my mutha fuckin heart. Shit, absence makes your hormones grow fonder, stronger wilder and all that. Now onto my story…..
I have been dealing with this dude since ’96 and we have had our up’s and damn sure had our downs but throughout all the drama, partners and bullshit he does me better. I can’t say it’s the children creating that bond because the sex was bomb before our first child was set into creation. I can remember way back when we had that “high school sex” you know that shit that had you gassed all night because you knew how good it would be? I’m talking momma not home daddy not home straight up fuckin. Damn, that shit gets you hook line and sinker! Yeah rubbing, touching, biting – teenage loving.
Fast forward to the present, and yes it’s still something I can’t quite understand, how can you hate someone but yearn for their touch? Yearn for their scent and long for that stroke, that same stroke that caused your belly to swell, your nose to spread and your bra size to multiply---willingly--- because all you wanted was to deliver another him, to spread the love, the very being of him, that man --- your children’s father.
All I ask is that you let me know let me know how you feel. Tell me about (wait, if you feel me) I mean what you know?
Mrs. Blogpphire
Fuck wit me?
I can’t speak for all but I can damn sure speak for one, and that’s me. I happen to have some of the best sex ever with my children’s father. The weird thing is not too long ago we hated each other. I believe we overdosed, sex got repetitive. But when I tell you absence makes the heart grow fonder, I mean that shit from the bottom of my mutha fuckin heart. Shit, absence makes your hormones grow fonder, stronger wilder and all that. Now onto my story…..
I have been dealing with this dude since ’96 and we have had our up’s and damn sure had our downs but throughout all the drama, partners and bullshit he does me better. I can’t say it’s the children creating that bond because the sex was bomb before our first child was set into creation. I can remember way back when we had that “high school sex” you know that shit that had you gassed all night because you knew how good it would be? I’m talking momma not home daddy not home straight up fuckin. Damn, that shit gets you hook line and sinker! Yeah rubbing, touching, biting – teenage loving.
Fast forward to the present, and yes it’s still something I can’t quite understand, how can you hate someone but yearn for their touch? Yearn for their scent and long for that stroke, that same stroke that caused your belly to swell, your nose to spread and your bra size to multiply---willingly--- because all you wanted was to deliver another him, to spread the love, the very being of him, that man --- your children’s father.
All I ask is that you let me know let me know how you feel. Tell me about (wait, if you feel me) I mean what you know?
Mrs. Blogpphire
