Sometimes he’s ‘Daddy’ and he reminds me of what a good girl I am. Sometimes he’s ‘Daddy’ and he rewards me with a mouthful of his love.

Sometimes he’s ‘Daddy’ and he makes me wait, teasing me and taunting me. I show him my tongue, pink and warm, a plush target. Eyes up, jaw soft, it’s showtime: a crimson pout to smear if the mood strikes him, his to leave dripping, his to indulge or deny.

Sometimes he's 'Daddy' and he reminds me of what a good girl I am. Sometimes he's 'Daddy' and he rewards me with a mouthful of his love.

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