I tell Daddy that the first time we meet I’m going to dress up really cute in a little lolita outfit. I don’t care how many weird looks I get on the plane or off the plane when we’re together.
Inspiration
I’m a Lolita who actually started wearing her clothes every day, to school, to hang out, etc. It makes me feel like a pretty, primped-up princess. I am one-of-a-kind when I wear my little dresses and dainty skirts. I’m actually a more Classic Lolita than age-play-ish Sweet, but that’s a conversation for another day.
I have friends who also wear Lolita, who are very vocal about how much even the most remote idea of age play being combined with the fashion makes them literally dry-heave. Those are the moments when I feel absolutely dirty in my frills and lace, knowing that what I want most is to have them ripped off of me, to have Daddy make me the filthiest, tear-stained, cum-soaked little girl in the whole, wide world.
