I’m a fan of paranormal and urban fantasy. Plus, I love pararomance. Hell, I love most erotica. But when I would read that a man would growl in a heat of passion, I would roll my eyes and giggle. I always figured it was colorful writing. I mean, come on. Men don’t actually growl, right?
Uh, I have never been so wrong in my life.
Whenever Daddy gets turned on, his voice will drop at least three octaves. It gets a bit rough and gravelly and yummm….
I’m not sure if it was because we hadn’t played in three weeks or what, but when we played this morning he growled. The. Entire. Time. Every command was a growl. My name was a growl. It was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. And my orgasm…wow. I was held there on the edge of the cliff for what seemed like forever. At one point, I started whimpering that it was too much. Daddy quickly growled that I could do it, that he wanted me to cum for him. And I did. Exploded into an amazing orgasm with tons of little aftershocks. It took me ten minutes to recover enough to roll out of bed and get ready for the day.
I think Billy Ocean can sum up how I’m feeling right now: