Come here, Daddy

Hey Daddy…

I really tried being good tonight.

I tried distracting myself.

I tried being productive.

I tried pretending I wasn’t thinking about you.

Completely failed.

It’s quiet here

quiet always makes things worse 

because then my brain starts wandering… 

and somehow it always ends up back with you.

Your voice.

Your attention.

That Dominant look 

You’re such a distraction.

You know that?

I keep checking my phone 

Will your name magically pop up?

I keep wondering what you’re doing.

If you’re relaxing.

If you’re busy.

If you’re thinking about me too.

And before you get cocky…

Don’t.

Okay maybe a little.

But only a little.

I miss you tonight.

Extra.

Somebody’s stuck in my head.

So annoying

I miss being close to you.

I miss your attention on me.

I miss stealing moments with you where 

everything else gets quiet for a little while.

And honestly…

I want you here.

Not tomorrow.

Not next week.

Tonight.

I want one of those nights u show up 

suddenly my whole mood changes.

One of those nights where we forget 

everything else for a while.

Where I don’t have to think.

Where I can just exist with you.

Talk.

Laugh.

Be close.

Be your girl for a little while.

Maybe I’m being needy.

Actually no.

I am being needy.

Completely.

And maybe I’m sending this 

because I wanted your attention.

Maybe because I miss you.

Or maybe because I’m laying here 

wishing Daddy would stop making me miss him

You’ve officially ruined my night.

Now fix it.

Call me.

Or maybe…

Instead of calling me…

Get in your car.

Drive over here.

Come steal a few hours away 

from everything with me.

Because I miss you.

And tonight feels like one of those nights

I really don’t want to fall asleep 

without seeing you.

So…

Come here, Daddy.

(Based on a real life voice note late at night)

Daddy Violates Forbidden Virgin

Thirty Six, a daddy dom with firm control over good things,

Neighbor to her father—friendly nods, nothing more. 

Her eighteenth birthday: first time I laid eyes on her. 

Camera in hand, snapping party shots, She wore a tight deep-neck top, 

cleavage teasing, Paired with simple shorts—innocent enough for the crowd. 

But her gaze locked on mine, sub by nature, 

Flirty smiles and poses that screamed unspoken need.

Next day, she came over to see the photos, 

In jeans and a casual tee, brushing close on the couch, 

Fingers lingering, flirting bold—testing my resolve. 

Then parents left town, the house next door silent. 

Doorbell rang: there she stood, transformed— 

Tiny mini skirt barely covering her thighs, 

Thong peeking with every shift, 

Tight deep-neck top plunging low, breasts straining.

"Hey Hey Heyyy," she whispered, 

stepping inside, voice trembling,

"Parents are out of town, i am home alone, 

So i wanted some company" She said

She had this pleading puppy eyes.

"What?" I asked 

"You know this, you know me and you know what i need"

Please fuck me. Use me. Breed your little girl."

I stepped back, denial sharp:

"No, baby—this is wrong. 

I'm twice your age, Your father trusts me. 

We're neighbors; this could ruin everything."

"Daddy, I am Ovulating. Horny AF" she whispered

She bit her lip, eyes pleading, sub instincts on fire:

"But I'm eighteen now, legal and aching for you.

I've wanted this since I saw you at the party.

Be my first, Daddy—I've saved my virginity 

just for someone like you."

I gripped the doorframe, reasoning through the storm:

"It's forbidden, little one. 

One step inside my world

And there's no going back—secrets, lies, 

the risk of getting caught.

Your dad could hate me forever;

 this affair would burn us both."

She pressed against me, hands sliding up my chest:

"I don't care, Daddy. 

I need your control, 

your cock deep inside.

Deny everyone else—

just take me, breed me, own me."

My resolve shattered. 

I pulled her in, door slamming shut.

"Good girl," I growled, 

"but from now on, you obey Daddy completely."

I claimed her virginity on the living-room rug, 

Mini skirt flipped up, thong torn aside. 

She was dripping, impossibly tight, gasping as I stretched her slow—

 

"Daddy, it hurts so good—harder, please!" 

I thrust deep, relentless, breeding her exactly as she begged, 

Her submissive cries echoing: 

"Fill me, Daddy—make me yours!"

Every day after, she showed up in those tiny skirts, 

Thong flashing, top barely containing her 

We fucked everywhere: 

shower, kitchen, my bed. 

Mornings bent over the counter, 

afternoons riding me raw, 

Nights with her tied and begging for another load.

When her parents returned, 

the mini skirts stayed hidden, 

But the texts kept coming: 

Need you, Daddy. Door's unlocked.

The count of late night fucks while her parents were asleep downstairs

UN-FUCKING-COUNTABLE

Our forbidden affair burns hotter than ever—

My perfect little sub, forever marked as mine.

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!

Her Late-Night Invitation

My phone buzzes. Midnight.

Three words on the screen:

“I’m alone.”

A pause. Then another:

“No panties.”

Then one more—

“Door’s unlocked.”

I don’t smile.
I don’t need to.
Because this isn’t an invitation.

It’s a surrender.

She knows what she’s doing—
using words like a leash,
pulling me in from across the city
with that sweet, aching need she only shows me.

I stand.
Grab my keys.
No hesitation.

Because I know what I’ll find:
Her — on the edge of obedience and desperation.

Knees drawn up.
Lips parted.
Pussy wet and waiting like a prayer.

She thinks she’s calling me over.
But really, she’s summoning the storm.

I won’t knock.
I never do.

I’ll walk through that door,
strip the silence from her room,
and remind her who she belongs to.

I’ll bend her over whatever surface is closest.
Sink into her without a word.

Fuck her until she remembers my name in gasps, not sentences.

Because when she says come over,
what she means is—

Take me.
Own me.
Don’t stop until I’m wrecked.

And I will.
Every time.