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May I Read To You, Daddy?

Track Listing

How to Fly (sfw), 3:46

An excerpt from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.

I love the series. I reread it about once a year. Have you read them? I think you'd love them. I would so read them to you. This excerpt is one of my favourite bits, and I love that it's silly and profound all at the same time.

The Stairs (nsfw), 8:07

I remember writing this. I remember the feeling of sharing this with you. The fear that I was feeling and the way it transformed to fear combined with need. Then the pure need. I remember the feeling of being unquestionably safe sharing it, too. The knowing that it was absolutely ok to tell you my fears, and my fantasies.

May I Feel Said He (sfw), 1:43

A poem by ee cummings. I love cummings. I said cummings daddy. With an 's'. This is just a short li'l thing, but it's one of my many faves by him, and I thought it'd be fun to read aloud. It was, for you.

The Last Question (sfw), 31:38

By Isaac Asimov. One of the science fiction short stories that got me hooked on SciFi in the first place. It's just all around great, but because it was written in 1956, not a lot of people have read it, which is a damn shame. I loved it just as much reading it for you as I did the first time.

Accursed (nsfw-ish), 1:36

I wrote this as an answer to a random ask and I looooved your response to it. That is the reason this became one of my favourite little short one-offs I've ever written.

Part two of the tracks below.

Tumblr doesn't let me post them all at once.

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May I Read To You, Daddy?

Track list, part two

The Good Stuff (sfw), 6:56

By Robert Fulghum. This is something I read when I was a lot younger. I read it then from a different perspective than I do now. It settled on me just as snugly now as it did then. Re-visiting it now felt like going back to your childhood home and seeing it as an adult. Not lessened. But instead with the ability to see things both with the beauty of innocence and the patina of life experiences.

I Can Believe (sfw), 2:24

By Neil Gaiman. An excerpt from American Gods. This is one of my very favorite books ever. It's another I would love to read with you. Or to you. This is a little bit of it that I have read and reread, and I never get tired of it. It just hits. Everyone should make a speech like this about themselves.

Where Do The Mermaids Stand (sfw), 3:19

Another by Robert Fulghum. I could have (read: still might) read sooooo many essays of his. There are many that I enjoyed. This one was my favourite because... Well you'll see why. It made me feel like being a little weird was ok. I really liked reading it and seeing the adult perspective too this time around. Seeing that side of the lesson.

Coming To America 1721 (sfw), 16:01, 7:01

Excerpt from American Gods, Neil Gaiman. This was the first thing I knew I wanted to read to you when I thought of making this for you. My favourite story-within-a-story in the book, and one that I reread as a stand alone occasionally when I need a good fairy tale... Or at least a good fae tale. I hope you find it as lovely a take as I did, daddy. As I still do.

❤️

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My internal dialogue at any given time:

Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy

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I think… I maybe have a problem with how my ears send the vibrations of sounds to my brain.

I think she is saying, “You’re mean” to me.

But what my brain space understands her to say is “I like you. More please.”

Weird. 🤷🏼‍♂️ 😏

If you know. You know.

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You are needy AND needed.

Read that again.

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This.

First.

Because the lyrics.

Because the grind tempo... the hips forward, back... Alternating on the bass drum beats. Slow, purposeful, intense grind.

This version, not the original.

This version's twang and detuned guitars takes the purity of the lyrics and gives them a grit... an element of filth that suits us better... And gives my hips something sway to. To swirrrllll... To fuck daddy's cock like I've been taught... Like the wanton, needy fuck toy slut for daddy I am.

The electric guitar giving tempo to the milking clench, rhythm offset enough from the bass to give your cock a constantly tight, but switching grip... movements rocking and circling so you won't be expecting what you feel - but I will... Because I have fucked myself on your cock to this song a thousand times in my head.

Midway, the song gives in to the rougher, harder wildness... The feral notes I'll be desperately needing to make you feel... that I'll be feeling... I'll be looking deeply into your eyes, as you feel the twitch of my cunt as it grips your cock and my nails on your chest as if i could play the very notes with my body on you... For you.

The emotional, yet savage thrum of the instrumental outro... increasing in intensity... when we're both too far gone to give a fuck about words. Just my hair falling over my swaying tits as I grind and clench and moan along with the notes being bent and drawn out in the final solo... Your grip bruisingly strong... Your growls matching the fierceness of the bassline... Pounding... Driving...

Full of need.

Swept up in the notes until we cum, together... Harmonious... Out of control... the way the guitar explodes and pumps life into the baseline, over and over... And over. Your cock exploding into my spasming cunt until we collapse into each other, melting into our filthy bliss as the song collapses into echoes.

Panting. Spent. Pulses and twitches... Whimpers and soft growls... As the music fades... Leaving just us...

And nothing else matters.

I wanna lay back. Listen. Feel. And let you roll your play list. The one made while you touched and played and wondered what it would be like to straddle me… for us to fuck for the first time… and now here we are… the first notes begin filling the room as you lower down sweet and slow …enveloping me… as we sink in to the music enveloping us.

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Are you crying?

Yes

Why are you crying?

Because what if somehow I'd never met you You are more important to me than you could ever know and I don't know how to tell you I really don't Because you are in my head and give me butterflies and make feel safe and happy and you see me You made it ok to trust you and you're such a good man and I'm deeply and truly in love with you and have so much faith in you I am humbled at how lucky I am How can I possibly show you that and hope you understand You always make me feel like I matter and am important to you and that all feels huge and glorious and joyous But words fail me I don't know how to tell you I love you I'm in love with you how do I say all that to you All that is so much and so I just cry because my heart just feels it so hard and if I could take it out and give it to you I would cuz it's yours

I just am.

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he sings to me

when technology sucks and cell phone connections are stupid and unstable and cutting in and out even if i can only hear a word or two every few seconds i know that he is there and he is with me and it calms me and i know we are connected and i don't even know if he knows how much that means to me and how much i feel cared for and safe and happy and seen and understood and utterly his and his songs are the best ever and they make me giggle where dead air would make me worry and how how how can he possibly know how incredibly deeply much it means to me that

he sings to me.

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Give me a way to touch you at a distance… the way art touches you, the way music touches you, the way the sun can turn you red in the summer and pull sweat from your skin even though it’s far away. Give me a way to open you like that. Give me a way to touch you until I can touch you. - Peregrine