Daddy, Daddy you bastard, I’m through
“Daddy, Daddy you bastard, I’m through”
That’s the last line of Sylvia Plath’s poem, “Daddy,” I used to think it was an incredible poem, but now having reread it, I think it’s just OK. When I was a miserable ugly teen I went through a period of liking the confessional poets, i.e. Sexton, Plath and the lot. I haven’t been much into poetry since then. I have, however, recently grown to appreciate selected works by Sir John Betjema and Maya Angelou.
So if you’re wondering why I’ve opened this entry with “Daddy, Daddy you bastard, I’m through” it’s because having said the word “Daddy” so frequently tonight I was reminded of this poem. The sentiment of the poem, nevertheless, did not apply to the highly sexual situation.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve said, “Daddy” so many times tonight it’s because tonight’s session was with a very Humbert Humbert-like man. I was his Lolita for the night.
I showed up on his doorstep licking an apple-flavored Chuppa Chupp.
I think the most amazing thing about tonight was how long that Chuppa Chupp lasted. It must have been 2 hours in total. Definitely worth the 15P.
My favorite Chuppa Chupp moment was when I was completely naked leaning back on the pillows of his 4-post bed. My knees were bent. My legs were apart. He was at the end of the bed with his head buried between my legs, smothering my pussy in a very good way; his tongue flicking my clit, up and down; the heat his mouth heightening the tension. Then every once and a while he would look up and see me, his young, sweet nymphette coquettishly licking the lollypop while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of being licked.
That’s the last line of Sylvia Plath’s poem, “Daddy,” I used to think it was an incredible poem, but now having reread it, I think it’s just OK. When I was a miserable ugly teen I went through a period of liking the confessional poets, i.e. Sexton, Plath and the lot. I haven’t been much into poetry since then. I have, however, recently grown to appreciate selected works by Sir John Betjema and Maya Angelou.
So if you’re wondering why I’ve opened this entry with “Daddy, Daddy you bastard, I’m through” it’s because having said the word “Daddy” so frequently tonight I was reminded of this poem. The sentiment of the poem, nevertheless, did not apply to the highly sexual situation.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve said, “Daddy” so many times tonight it’s because tonight’s session was with a very Humbert Humbert-like man. I was his Lolita for the night.
I showed up on his doorstep licking an apple-flavored Chuppa Chupp.
I think the most amazing thing about tonight was how long that Chuppa Chupp lasted. It must have been 2 hours in total. Definitely worth the 15P.
My favorite Chuppa Chupp moment was when I was completely naked leaning back on the pillows of his 4-post bed. My knees were bent. My legs were apart. He was at the end of the bed with his head buried between my legs, smothering my pussy in a very good way; his tongue flicking my clit, up and down; the heat his mouth heightening the tension. Then every once and a while he would look up and see me, his young, sweet nymphette coquettishly licking the lollypop while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of being licked.
posted by Naive London Girl at 7/18/2006 02:42:00 AM
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Hey......Hope yoy are well... I just wanted to let you know,, that i read this site every morning and it makes me think for the rest of the day and wanting more the next morning...1 question why apple......?
Thanks for the compliment. Why apple? I was in a rush. I like sour apple a lot and was hoping that it would be sour apple-flavoured. Had I not been in a rush, I would have searched for bubble gum flavoured or cherry. Hope that answrs your question.
Thank You! very much......
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