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It’s been too fucking long. But I’m in this cruel dichotomy of wanting to askDaddysGirlabout what I believe has brought us together, and not wanting to ask, because I don’t want all this other conversation to come to an end.

I really fucking like her, and I don’t even know her name.

DaddysGirl

Not sure, three should do it.

This isn’t my normal pot. I’m not home right now.

Stayed at a hotel last night.

I reach down the front of my gray sleep pants and adjust myself. I get a little stiff when we start talking, and sometimes, I’m a rock for hours, even during platonic chat.DaddysGirlstirs me up.

Suede0989

Do you sleep well in hotels?

I don’t like the idea of her being uneasy all night, unable to sleep, tossing and turning. I’m relieved at her response. I don’t let myself think about being there with her, holding her, kissing her until she falls into a sleepy dreamland…

DaddysGirl

I was so tired from travel, I was knocked right out

The fact that she took a trip somewhere and stayed in a hotel is the closest we’ve ever gotten to personal details of any kind. It’s harmless—I don’t know where she lives or where she traveled to, and I don’t know the circumstances of her trip.

Still.

Even the faintest bits of knowledge about her make my blood go hot and my spine straighten. It’s both harmless and a step toward more, the subtle statement meant to lure us into one another’s psyche, make our interest spider with eachalmostdetail.

It’s a game, and she’s playing it flawlessly. After nearly two months of chatting, she still only sometimes acknowledges my comments like those, and this is the first time we’ve sent photos of any kind.

Mugs are harmless, but everything starts somewhere.

Suede0989

Gonna be gone long?

DaddysGirl

Nope, be home today. Short trip. One night.

I spent most of my night away talking to you, so aside from the uncomfortable bed, I never really felt like I was away

Her words are a reward, loaded with juicy subtext. Whatever she was doing in her real life, she was onVeiled, talking to me, spending her time withme. She sacrificed her time in a hotel room, for whatever the case, to talk to me.

We both may have signed up forVeiledto purge some of our overflowing desire to be unabashedly kinky, but we’re both chatting daily because we want more.

There is no other reason.

Suede0989 |

I stare at my blinking cursor for too long. What I want to say is “I’m glad I brought you a sense of home while you were away” but it feels like too much. Like a reach she isn’tready for. Still, when I try to type out something else, nothing feels right.

DaddysGirl

I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable

She writes, filling in the gaps in my brain, and I can’t help but smile, realizing her brain went exactly where mine did.