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DaddysGirl
You described it perfectly. Being a sinful, tawdry little dirty secret for your daddy? So perfect.
I swallow her words, trying to digest and move past them, trying to be present in the moment of sharing about our pasts in order to get to know each other better. But hearing her talk about being a sweet little thing for a daddy… I have to try my hardest to stay on track. I get back to Pris, and that night I first told her.
Suede0989
She was pretty hung up on the fact that I hadn’t told her until then
Used the term bait and switch, but I told her that wasn’t fair. That I was prepared to live a whole life without my kink, if needed, but that I wanted to give her an opportunity to explore it with me, before we had kids
DaddysGirl
I see it from your side completely
I didn’t think she was just telling me what I wanted tohear when she wrote that, and that meant more than it should have. It made my chest tight, and had my fingers working almost as fast as my brain.
Suede0989
She then said she needed time to think and research, and that she wasn’t closed off to it. She also expressed that though I hadn’t told her until now, she didn’t want me going my whole life without something I really wanted
DaddysGirl
Would you have gone your whole life without it?
Shit, I’m jumping ahead
I mean, you’re divorced, so I know the ending, but I don’t know how it unfolds
I take a few bites of my cooling dinner and drink my beer.
Suede0989
Don’t forget to eat while you read :)
And yes. I would have given it up for my entire life. Hell, I was prepared to.
DaddysGirl
This cliffy is killing me
What happened?
My brain veers around the tracks of chaotic, broken memories in my mind. Memories I’ve worked hard to move past, to bury, to tread around, because most of these things still bring a flood of unnecessary shame, too.
I thought I’d fallen into a deeper love with Pris after she told me she was going to look into being my sweet girl, andletting me be her daddy. She promised to really try and see if it was something she could do.
I believed her. My heart swelled for her. My heart, in fact, grew so big for her that my chest ached just looking at her. The woman who would mother my babies, and love me until I wear diapers and can’t hear. This woman was going to step outside herself for me, and explore something unnatural to her, just to please me.
That, to me, was love.
The next day, I wanted to surprise her. Shower her with this new surge of overwhelming adoration that swept me. I picked up flowers. Roses, to be exact. White ones. Two dozen. Those were her favorite.
I left work early. Even skipped out on a meeting. Drove home wearing this absolutely ridiculous grin, ear to ear, drumming my fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of some pop song as if I were a happy teenager. The pleasure I felt on that drive home was unmatched.
Pris had gotten off work early that day, too. She’d invited two of her friends over. I knew this as soon as I pulled up and saw their sedans parked on the curb in front of our house.Even better, I thought. I’d show up and earn points with her friends by surprising her with her favorite roses. Pris always wanted her friends to know the things I did for her, like gaining good husband clout in their eyes meant stacking up wins.
I was quiet opening the back door, because surprises don’t work when you’re loud. I wish I would’ve been loud. Or, I don’t know,do I wish that?If I had been loud, then I wouldn’t have been able to quietly sneak inside and overhear the conversation Pris was having with her two best friends.
