I wish I had a daddy to throw me around

You find yourself staring at something petite and dangerously tempting, the kind of body that makes your hands feel restless and your grip instinctive.

You want to close the distance, feel how easily that small frame fits against you, how effortlessly you could lift, reposition, take complete control of every movement.

You can already imagine the sounds, the way surrender looks on a face that's been waiting for exactly this — someone with steady hands and zero hesitation to remind a body this responsive exactly where it belongs.