Wrong Number

Let's Have Fun

The vibrations from your phone wake you up. Looking over at your alarm clock on your bedside table, it's about 3:00 am. "Who the fuck is texting me this early?" You wonder to yourself. Letting out a big sigh, picking up your phone you see an unknown number texting you saying "Daddy misses you sweetheart 😘" You have never once called a man Daddy before! Shit you never had sex before. "Let's have some fun with this" You smile at your phone and start typing. "I miss you so much daddy, I wanna see you so badly!🥺"

You giggle softly to yourself. The message was read and you see the little text bubble pop up. Oh shit. He's typing back. You unplug your phone and sit up in bed. Tying your long black hair up in a bun. A message pops up again from the same number saying "How about you show me how much you missed daddy?" What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Show him? "Does he want a nude?" You ask yourself out loud. Pulling your long black hair down from your bun, moving your shirt off your shoulders to expose your neck and chest some. Sticking out your tongue so your piercing can show. You take a selfie of yourself from the nose down to your chest. Showing your lace pajama top. "This should be fun!" You hit send. Knowing he has to know it's not the same person he was wanting a response from.

After all the stress of work and family you needed to have some fun. After all you can just block the number after. You roll out of bed, seeing that the message was read but no response yet. You smile at yourself. Going to your bedroom window, opening it to have a cigarette. Grabbing a menthol from your bedside table. As you light the cigarette you hear a message come through on your phone. Giggling to yourself about his response you walk over to your phone.

"Do you know how to use that tongue of yours sweetheart?" Honestly you never even had sex before. You were saving yourself for the special someone. Being 23 and a virgin is hard at times but you didn't wanna be like some of your friends with an already high body count. You grew up with strict parents always telling you to never have sex before marriage. They hated it even when you went out with friends that included a guy in the group. Finally moving out and having your own place gave you the feeling of more freedom now but you still had their nagging thoughts inside your head. "No man wants a used woman, Sophia." Your mom used to always tell you. When you got your tongue pierced you had to hear so much shit for months about how you're just asking for it.

Another message pops up bringing your attention back to your phone, it's a photo of a man. He's shirtless with tattoos down his left arm and hand. He's barely pulling his gray sweatpants down showing his V line. The phone is covering his face but you see his long black flowy hair. You bite your bottom lip in response to the photo. Seeing as the little bubble pops up as he's typing again. "Like what you see beautiful?"