And What I Wish I Could Do to Him

It always starts with that voice.

Low. Smooth. Just a little tired. Like he’s been carrying the weight of the day until he hears me say “Hey, Daddy.”

And just like that… everything melts.

I ask him if he missed me. I already know the answer. I can hear it in his breath—shallow, sharp, aching.

I tell him to stroke it slow.

To wrap his hand around his thick dick, and just feel what I do to him. I guide every stroke like a melody… faster, slower… now hold it, Daddy… don’t you dare cum yet.

I love how obedient he is. He listens so well.

The Call Ends… But the Fantasy Begins

When he cums—because of course he does—I always stay quiet for a moment. Listening to him moan makes me so wet.

I imagine him there… muscles twitching, body shaking, trying not to moan too loud.

I hang up gently. Just a soft click. But my mind doesn’t stop.

I close my eyes and pretend he didn’t call.

I pretend… he came over instead.

I imagine him walking in, hungry, horny and dominant—but it’s my turn to take control.

I tie his wrists gently behind the chair and slip the blindfold over his eyes.

“You’ve been so good for me lately,” I whisper, lips brushing his earlobe.

“But now… it’s my turn to play.”

My nails drag lightly down his chest. I straddle his lap, not letting him feel me just yet.

“You don’t get to see me. You only get to feel. And listen.”

I kiss his neck. Once.

Then I whisper: “Stroke it for me again, Daddy.”

Pushed to the Edge

My hand wraps around his cock again—slow. Torturously slow.

I whisper filth right into his ear, my lips wet and teasing, letting him feel every word like a tongue dragging down his spine.

“You don’t cum until I say so. You hear me?”

He nods, jaw clenched, breath ragged.

I tighten my grip and twist just a little.

“Good boy.”

And when I finally say “Now”—

He explodes.

Rope-bound. Blindfolded. Breathless.

Mine.

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