Baby Ballerina

The look your little gives you when she's got her paci tucked between her lips, slow little sucks pulling every worry right out of her head...watch how the whole world melts away until there's only pink, warm, quiet 🎀

"what is it, baby?" her voice is so gentle. "use your big girl words for mommy."

I shake my head against her, a little whimper escaping. I can't.

"okay, shhh, it's alright," she murmurs, stroking my hair. "show me, then. show mommy what her babygirl needs."

I hesitate, then slowly bring my hand up and place it on her chest, right over her breast, my fingers curling slightly, but that's all I can manage.

a soft smile touches her lips. "oh. is that what you need? my sweet girl." she shifts, pulling her shirt down just enough to expose herself. "there you go. it's alright. come here."

“have you eaten today babygirl? no? okay we’re gonna fix that.”

“you’re drinking water? without me telling you to? aw what a good girl! my good girl.”

“uh uh look at me pretty girl. you need to be patient.”

“baby you have to hold mommy’s hand remember?”

“aw princess what’s wrong? come sit on mamas lap.”

“do you wanna try that again? that almost sounded like you gave me attitude.”

*hand on my lower back in a crowd*

“you want mama to pick for you?”

“come on honey, you look sleepy. it’s time for bed.”

“you want a taste honey? say ahh…”

you settling back against the pillows. already looking softer. less tense. me stroking your face. your neck. your shoulders. gentle touches. soothing. “there you go, love. that’s so much better, isn’t it? you don’t need to be all wound up like that.”

you nodding. eyes already getting hazy. responding to gentleness after being tense for so long. “good. now just relax completely for me. let everything go except what i’m making you feel.”

hands sliding down your body. over your clothes still. just touching. stroking. getting you used to my hands. getting your mind to quiet. “you’re so beautiful like this, darling. all soft and pliant for me.”

you making small sounds. content. trusting. me continuing those gentle touches. your arms. your sides. your hips. your thighs. lulling you. “that’s my good girl. just relaxing for me.”

slowly removing your clothes. piece by piece. you helping without thinking. body on autopilot. mind starting to get fuzzier. “there we go. so pretty, angel. let me see all of you.”

you lying there. naked. relaxed. not even thinking about how full you are anymore. just focused on my touch. my voice. exactly where i want you. “i’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. you just keep being soft like this for me.”

hands on your thighs. stroking. massaging gently. you humming. eyes drifting closed. “keep your eyes open, love. look at me. stay right here with me.” you opening them. looking at me. unfocused but present.

leaning down. kissing your stomach. soft kisses. your hips. your thighs. you sighing. body sinking deeper into the bed. deeper into that fuzzy headspace. “so good for me. such a sweet girl.”

kissing lower. between your legs. gentle kisses on your inner thighs. you spreading them without being asked. just responding. just wanting more soft touch. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

finally kissing you there. on your pussy. soft. gentle. you gasping. but not tensing. me licking slowly. thoroughly. taking my time. making it about pleasure. about sensation.

you moaning softly. hips moving slightly. unconsciously. me encouraging it. “that’s right, darling. just move however feels good. don’t think. just respond.”

continuing to lick. you getting wetter. getting more into it. mind going quieter. fuzzier. all thoughts disappearing except how good this feels.

one hand sliding up. over your hip. your stomach. resting there. light pressure. barely anything. you not even noticing. too focused on my tongue. on the pleasure building.

pressing down slightly while licking. you moaning louder. not connecting the dots. not realizing what that pressure is doing. just knowing it feels good. makes everything more intense.

“you taste so sweet, sweetheart. doing so well for me.” you preening at the praise. melting further. becoming more pliant. more empty headed. perfect.

sliding one finger inside while my tongue stays on your clit. you gasping. taking it easily. body so relaxed. so open. “that’s my good girl. taking my finger so nicely.”

pumping slowly. gently. curling slightly. finding that spot. you moaning. hips rolling. chasing the feeling. not thinking at all now.

hand on your stomach pressing a little more. rhythmic pulses. gentle but purposeful. you moaning with each one. not understanding why it feels so good. just knowing it does.

adding a second finger. still gentle. still slow. working you open. tongue still licking. you completely lost in it. eyes unfocused. mouth open. moaning. leaning into my touch more.

“so beautiful like this, pretty. all fuzzy and sweet for me. not thinking about anything except how good you feel.” you nodding vaguely. proving my point. completely gone.

pressing on your stomach more deliberately now. timing it with my fingers inside. creating pressure. you moaning louder. body responding. getting wetter. getting closer. not noticing the small leak that escapes.

but i notice. and i don’t say anything. just keep going. keep licking. keep pumping my fingers. keep pressing. making it feel too good to think. too good to realize.

pulling back briefly. kissing up your body. your stomach. your ribs. your chest. you whimpering at the loss. “shh, i’m right baby, angel. just want to kiss you.”

reaching your face. cupping it with my free hand. fingers still inside you. still moving. “look at me, honey. show me those pretty eyes.” you focusing on me. barely. so fuzzy. gone.

kissing you deeply. swallowing your moans. fingers still pumping. still curling. still hitting that spot. you kissing back messily. uncoordinated. too far gone to do it properly.

pulling back. kissing your cheeks. your nose. your forehead. your temples. covering your face in soft kisses. “such a good girl. my perfect angel. so sweet for me.”

you making happy sounds. basking in the attention. in the praise. mind completely empty. just feeling loved. feeling good. feeling safe.

hand leaving your face. sliding down. both hands on you now. one still inside. pumping. the other on your stomach. pressing. you moaning. arching. another small leak. you not even noticing.

“that’s it, love. just feel everything. you’re doing so perfectly.” you nodding. agreeing. not even sure what you’re agreeing to. just wanting to be good.

building you higher. fingers pumping a little faster. a little harder. still gentle but more purposeful. tongue back on your clit. licking. sucking gently. hand on your stomach maintaining pressure.

you getting close. body tensing. hips moving more. chasing it. me encouraging. “that’s right, angel. let it build. you’re going to feel so good.”

pressing on your stomach more firmly. fingers curling more deliberately. tongue more focused. you right there. right on the edge.

“cum for me, darling. let go. give it to me.” you starting to let go. body clenching. releasing. cumming hard. leaking more. not realizing. not caring. just feeling the pleasure crash through you.

me working you through it. fingers still moving. tongue still licking. hand still pressing. you shaking. moaning. completely lost. another leak. bigger this time. you vaguely aware but too far gone to stop it.

starting to come down. still fuzzy. still floating. me pulling my fingers out slowly. moving up your body. gathering you in my arms. “such a good girl. you did so well for me, baby.”

you curling into me. fuzzy. mindless. happy. not even thinking about the wet spot. not thinking about anything. just feeling safe. feeling good. feeling loved.

“you leaked a little, sweetheart. did you notice?” you blinking. confused. slowly coming back. realizing. face going red. “i… i didn’t mean to…”

“i know, love. you were so fuzzy for me. so far gone. couldn’t help it. that’s okay. that’s exactly what i wanted.” stroking your hair. your back. soothing you.

you processing slowly. realizing i did that on purpose. made you too fuzzy to notice. too far gone to control it. “you… you made me…”

“i made you feel good, angel. made you let go. made you stop thinking. and you leaked because you were too blissed out to hold it. exactly what i planned.” kissing your forehead.

you torn between embarrassment and arousal. not sure how to feel. me just holding you. “you’re okay, honey. it’s okay. you were perfect. now let’s get you cleaned up and then you can use the bathroom properly.”

helping you up. steadying you. you still fuzzy. still floaty. letting me guide you.

taught you something today. that i can make you so mindless you lose control without even realizing. that pleasure can override everything. that being fuzzy and dumb for me means giving up more than you intended.

next time you’ll be nervous. wondering if i’ll do it again. wondering if you’ll notice. wondering if you can stay present enough to control yourself.