Once upon a time (back when aol chat rooms were the place to be), I met a man, user name Hardcorps.
The chats were racy, the phone sex was better, and I used to run home from school in the afternoons all wiggly and wet and wanting to talk. (yes, I was only in high school back then)
You initiated me into the world of Dd/lg long before I knew such a thing existed. I adored calling you Daddy and nearly came each time you called me Babygirl in that deep, rumbly voice of yours with that incredible Southern accent.
You called me to wish me a quick happy birthday, even though it wasn't a day we usually talked and you knew my mother was at home.
I wrote stories for you. Dirty adolescent fantasies about what my Daddy would do to me, and how much I needed it.
I went off to college. Lived in the dorms and had zero privacy.
We lost touch...
Missing my Daddy, wish we could reconnect!
The chats were racy, the phone sex was better, and I used to run home from school in the afternoons all wiggly and wet and wanting to talk. (yes, I was only in high school back then)
You initiated me into the world of Dd/lg long before I knew such a thing existed. I adored calling you Daddy and nearly came each time you called me Babygirl in that deep, rumbly voice of yours with that incredible Southern accent.
You called me to wish me a quick happy birthday, even though it wasn't a day we usually talked and you knew my mother was at home.
I wrote stories for you. Dirty adolescent fantasies about what my Daddy would do to me, and how much I needed it.
I went off to college. Lived in the dorms and had zero privacy.
We lost touch...
Missing my Daddy, wish we could reconnect!
