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This is stupid, West. You have an actual woman driving to meet you at a restaurant. DaddysGirl is wonderful, but thus far, exists only inside this computer screen. Turning down real life in favor of a virtual relationship? Stupid. It’s stupid.

Just as I move to close my laptop, her response fills the screen.

DaddysGirl

What a good daddy you must be, worrying about your babygirl

I’m okay, sorry about last night, something came up

What a good daddy you must be. I read the line over and over, and each time I do, I get harder and harder. It’s the first time she’s directly called out our kink, or subtly implied it, I guess. The first time she’s used the word “daddy,” and used it in the way I like. Referring to me. Being her daddy. The kinky kind.

I try to swallow, but my throat’s parched, a scratchy ache pulsing in my eardrums. Her next message comes through, and I’m suddenly cursing the smug, responsible me from this afternoon with a venomous mix of loathing and raw hatred.

DaddysGirl

I can make it up to you and stay online late to chat tonight… if you want

Daddy

Oh Jesus Christ. My vision nearly blurs.

Being called Daddy by someone who wants to be a daddy’s girl, a plaything, a daddy’s sweet little thing—by someone into the kink—after years and years of going without… It's like the first hit of your new favorite drug. It’s like smelling simmering chocolate after denying yourself sweets for years. It’s like feeling the sun warm your face after a long day in the cold ocean. It’s everything. And I’m a glutton for it.

But I can’t stay online and chat. Not tonight.

Suede0989

You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now

I made a commitment to be elsewhere tonight, and I can’t back out now

Though I consider sending a very late cancellation email to Mary Grace, a part of me—buried a few feet below my daddy kink shame—realizes going isn’t entirely stupid. What ifDaddysGirldisappears from the chat again? And again after that? What if she logs off and never logs back on? I don’t want to think it’s possible, but the truth is, it could happen.

I can’t put all my horny eggs in one slutty daddy basket.

DaddysGirl

I understand

Have a great night

And it’s not her understanding that destroys me moments before I close the screen. It’s the tiny little face she adds to her message after.

DaddysGirl

:-*

A kissy face, crafted old-school style, no easy yellow emoji in sight. It’s adorable, sparking a grin that warms my chest—then ignites a darker flicker, one that has me imaginingDaddysGirlbent over for me. No clear face comes to mind, just lush curves, silken hair tangled tight in my grip, tears glistening on the pillow, and whispered vows of surrender hanging heavy in the air.

I jerk off in the shower before meeting Mary Grace, and the entire time I’m on the “date,” I think aboutDaddysGirl.

I step through my door, heart still buzzing from the night, and immediately findDaddysGirlonline. I keep my date a secret, it was meaningless anyway—it feels too cruel to confess. If she’d gone out with someone else, I’d probably tear my house apart in a jealous, white-hot rampage.

Instead, I tell her the truth.

Suede0989

Maybe we should start toeing this thing into reality a bit