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potty mouth Despite what my last post might hint at I do not make it a habit of saying naughty vulgar words. This is not something that Daddy necessarily had a hand in since I’ve always kind of felt it wasn’t ladylike but since I’m a kiddo it happens even less often that you’d think. I certainly don’t use the typical curse words like fuck unless it’s a really unique moment and I’m either surprised or in pain or something. And it’s not that I have to suppress the urge or stop myself from saying bad things it’s just the way I’ve always been. It also means I’m not very good at talking dirty which Papa found out very early in our relationship but it never seemed to bother him. While he whispers terrible sexy things in my ear I suck my thumb or bite down on a pacifier as he pumps away. I make squeaks and moan a lot but I rarely say anything unless asked to. I like being a receptacle. Somebody pointed out how unladylike me using the word cunt is and I completely agree. It’s crude and vulgar but it also fit the situation perfectly. I don’t refer to my vagina as a cunt very often. In fact I don’t call it a vagina or a pussy or really have a name for it at all. Usually saying “down there” is enough for my Father and he’s the only person I regularly communicate with about my twat. When I am here I get to use different language and part of that comes from just being out of little headspace long enough to compose a post. While I am acting like a grown up and doing grown up type things I can also talk like one a little bit. It’s not entirely an act but considering I spend nearly every moment of my life as a kiddo it is a significant break. Being in that frame of mind is far from difficult or traumatic but it’s still nice to come out of it once in a while. Once I’m back to being the young of an amazing loving sexy Dad not only does my mind return to that state but my mouth does as well. I mean sure they’re directly connected and it makes sense but sometimes words come out before thought is even thunk. That’s when the occasional profanity will escape and completely surprise both of us. It’s like a burp that slips out and is just tiny enough to be cute and not disgusting. That’s what a swear word coming out of my mouth sounds like.  |
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