Afterglow to Absolute Ache

We parted without ceremony

No Grand Goodbye,

Just a last look that 

said this isn’t over,

And a kiss that lingered 

longer than it should have.

You disappeared into daylight,

into obligations, into walls 

that weren’t mine to cross.

Hotel lobby had a note

"Loud room all night, keep it low"

I ignored, the pleasure 

Overshadowed my thoughts

It felt like a compliment

I walked the city alone,

streets loud, alive, careless—

but every corner carried echos from last night.

I could feel my balls empty and drained

You texted me in fragments—

little sparks tossed into the afternoon.

Which was fun.

Still feeling the night.
Can’t stop thinking 

about all the Chaos.

Sexual tension building, 

I’m trying to behave.

You told me about family filling your space,

voices too close, walls too thin,

desire folded neatly and locked away.

But want doesn’t disappear—

it only sharpens when denied.

I answered slowly, deliberately.

Not to tease—to remind.

That what I’d claimed 

didn’t vanish with distance.

That even apart, 

you still carried me

between breaths,

between thoughts,

between your thighs.

when you shifted and sighed.

Daddy knows

I explored the city by day,

but returned to the room by night—

that borrowed space that still smelled faintly of us.

The bed remembered.

The sheets held shape.

Even the silence felt charged,

as if waiting for permission to break.

We didn’t meet again that night.

We didn’t touch.

We didn’t finish

what our bodies begged for.

And somehow, that restraint—

that ache stretched thin and humming—

made everything

darker,

deeper,

more inevitable.

She wrote before sleep:

Tonight will be hard.

I replied:

No worries.

Because desire like ours

doesn’t fade when starved—

it ferments.

It grows teeth.

It waits.

And when we collide again,

the city won’t save us.

New Day in Québec

The day belonged to wandering.

Old streets, stone and history,

French words curling through the air

like flirtation you don’t stop.

I moved through Québec 

like a bad thought—

eyes catching on bare legs,

soft dresses, careless cleavage,

sunlit temptation everywhere.

Beautiful women everywhere,

laughing, swaying, unaware

they were feeding a hunger

already sharpened by you.

I behaved. Mostly.

ohh no, two pretty girls

did flirt with me in the streets

They were in the funicular

They wanted pictures, i helped.

pretty girls but they had very sexy poses

We sparked a good chat and so on

They were just wearing a thong

under their see through thin dresses

Seamless butt and cracks shaped by the dress

They didn't care when i peaked

At their braless sweaty cleavage

They were spreading their legs because

the hot weather was making their thighs wet

I would have peeled their panties

In a flash and sniffed them wet pussies

And, made them follow me into an alley

Daddy Dom was dirty dreaming

Nothing much was about to happen

but they got me very tempted.

By afternoon, the ache returned—

low, steady, familiar.

The kind that hums under the skin

and refuses to be ignored.

My filthy mind

Definitely wanna fuck tonight

Then my phone vibrated.

My slut's name. Perfect timing.

Are you gonna come tonight Daddy?

I smiled. I knew that tone.

The sweetness hiding heat.

The question already soaked in want.

Maybe, I answered.

If you’re a good girl tonight.

The pause before your reply

said everything.

You weren’t behaving.

You were imagining.

When I reached the hotel,

dusk settling in, bags half packed.

The room already preparing to forget me,

your message arrived like a summons.

Come to my place at Ten, Daddy.

She never booty calls, Daddy was special

Simple. Obedient. Too obedient.

I gave instructions anyway—

soft, deliberate, unmistakable.

What to wear - A mini skirt & thong

How to wait - Kneeling down

How to greet me - With Drinks

You said YES

But brats always say yes

right before they test you.

By ten, I was dressed in full black and intention,

the city humming beneath the tires

as the car carried me back toward you.

Every red light stretched.

Every turn tightened the coil.

I didn’t know what waited behind your door—

obedience or defiance,

submission or surprise—

only that whatever version of you appeared,

I would handle it.

Because control isn’t about certainty.

It’s about knowing

that when the door opens,

everything that follows

belongs to me.

Just belongs to only Daddy!