Daddy Issues

Awakening (Aleks)

Aleksandra hadn’t expected it to feel this way. When she first started messaging Steve, it had seemed like something light - fun, even a little indulgent. But slowly, imperceptibly at first, something inside her had shifted. He was always there, always listening, always wanting to hear. And that did something to her.

It wasn’t what he said that made her feel so exposed. It was what he noticed. The way he picked up on her patterns, the rhythm of her days. The fact that he knew when she was likely to get hungry, or when she’d disappear to the toilet. That he could sense her moods before she even typed a word about them. It unsettled her - but in the way you want to be unsettled, in the way that makes you feel seen.

And when she talked to him about her body - the churning sensations deep in her belly, the ache behind her navel, the blood - she expected recoil. But there wasn’t any. He absorbed it. He was interested. That stunned her.

Most men flinched at that kind of talk. They shut down, changed the subject, or smiled awkwardly and retreated into silence. Steve leaned in. She liked watching how uncomfortable he was at first. It made her feel powerful, but more than that, it made her feel safe. As if there was a version of herself she’d kept hidden from the world, and now, inch by inch, she was laying it bare for him.

There was pleasure in telling him the little things: the texture of her sheets in the morning, the smell of her hair after a shower. It felt intimate. Erotic, even. Not because of what she was saying, but because of how intensely he was listening. It was the first time in her life she’d felt like her every movement, her every small decision, mattered to someone.

And she started to crave his opinion. Not just crave - need. Should she go back to sleep or get up? Should she wear the grey or the blue? Coffee or tea? These weren’t questions she couldn’t answer herself. But asking him made her feel anchored, like he was with her in the room. Like the choice wasn't just hers anymore. She wanted to lean on him. She wanted to feel that she didn’t always have to be in charge of herself.

She didn’t fully understand why it felt so good to give Steve that part of her. Maybe it was trust. Maybe it was something deeper - a longing to be known so fully by someone else that even her smallest thoughts were important.

And it wasn’t just about her cycle, or her routines. It was about the silence after she typed “BRB, changing my pad,” and the way he simply waited for her. No fuss. No judgment. Just presence.

With each day, each message, she felt herself changing. Softening. Opening.

She didn’t know where it was going. She only knew that something deep inside her had started to bloom.