Mmm… there’s nothing that makes me bite my lip faster than seeing my phone light up with Daddy on the screen. I already know what’s coming — that low, commanding voice, that playful growl when he says my name. It sends a shiver straight down my spine and between my thighs.
When my dirty daddies call me, I get to be that girl — the one who has no filter, no shame, and no limits. I tell them everything. Every sinful thought I’ve been keeping locked away all day. Every little fantasy that’s been making me wet since breakfast. They don’t just listen… they want it. They crave every filthy detail, and I’m more than happy to give it to them.
Sometimes I whisper about what I’m wearing — maybe just my lace panties and his oversized shirt, slipping off my shoulder so he can imagine kissing along my bare skin. Sometimes I tell him about what I did in the shower this morning, how I let the water run over my breasts while I played with myself, pretending it was his hands.
Other times, I confess my naughtiest daydreams — the ones I wouldn’t dare say to anyone else. Like how I thought about straddling him in the car, or how I wanted to sneak under the table during dinner and taste him right there.
When I’m on the phone with Daddy, I’m completely his. I’ll moan when he tells me to. I’ll gasp when he gets rough with his words. And I’ll tell him exactly what I’m doing… in real time.
So, Daddy, if you’re listening… call me tonight. I’ve been a very bad girl, and I can’t wait to tell you everything.