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I won’t be that foolish. Not again.

I thought Pris and I were madly in love and then I realizedin the eleventh hour that I didn’t know her at all. Not in the slightest. Because if you know someone, they are incapable of devastating you. Yet, she did.

It’s gonna fucking work withDaddysGirl. And it starts with knowing who the fuck she is.

And when I stare at the screen, waiting to see her name flood with neon green, indicating that she too is at her computer screen with anxious fingers and bated breath, I make a plan.

She wants to be my sweet girl? My play thing? My obedient slut?

Then she will let me take control.

If anything, this is a test of compatibility. If she goes with what I decide tonight, her answer lends itself to the natural dynamic that I’m looking for, and it proves that we are an anomaly for sites likeVeiled. We are the real deal.

If she begs off, and shies away from me taking control, then maybe this thing that I’ve been obsessing over and living my life around isn’t what I thought it was. MaybeDaddysGirlis just another Pris in the making.

We’ll see.

Because I’m not sure how long it will be—I’m willing to wait all night—I leave my laptop on the edge of my couch and move to the kitchen. I have a variety of pre-made meals waiting in my fridge, each of them sealed and wrapped with all of their ingredients and nutrients labeled in a black and yellow sticker.What if she really does just want to take it slow and won’t move forward?I decide on the protein meatballs and spaghetti squash, ripping the label with my teeth before popping it in the microwave. The meal spins, the little light inside keeping it well lit as steam slowly forms and lifts off the surface of the chilled food.No, don’t worry about that until you have to. Don’t borrow trouble.

With another cold beer and a hot meal, I reposition myself at the couch to find thatDaddysGirlis online.

And she sent me a message.

One that scrambles my brain, sending all of my plans and intention to take control of this thing out the proverbial window.

DaddysGirl

I don’t know about you, but the longest days on campus make me the absolute horniest

The spaghetti meal sits untouched despite the way my stomach rumbles with burning pangs of all-day hunger.

Suede0989

Pent up energy that you can’t expel

I get it

My response is middle of the road. Acknowledging without crossing the line. I want to charge the line, pick it up with both hands and bring it to a million pieces over my knee, rendering it nothing but shards and shattered pieces.

But I don’t think I’ll have to do that.

DaddysGirl

So tell me Daddy, did you have a long day, too?

Because if we both had long days

…

My swallow is audible, and likewise, so is the heavy thunking of my heart echoing in my eardrums.

DaddysGirl

We could expel pent up energy

Together

My fingers move without my permission, and my dick lifts against the underside of the computer, the wet tip of my cock slick and sticky against my cotton boxers.