— dan
phil and i had done something.
i had called him.. daddy.
why.
it makes no sense..
i was coloring in a picture of a cartoon dog for kids as phil walked in with groceries, setting the bags down; "hey kitten." he joked as he walked over to me and got down on his knees to match with my height, i looked at him.
"have you been coloring all day?"
i nodded my head, giving him a blue crayon; he took it from me and helped me color the sky.
"it's your favorite color!!" i smiled as i colored in the sun, bdsm has never been a thing i had thought about, non- less my apparent daddy kink; nor did i believe i was a 'little'.
i was just a teenager who was dating a jerky captain of the football team, and if we ever had sex it was just; nothing spicy; but i guess, being around phil made me act a lot unlike myself.
i felt.. the need to act cute and talk like a baby around him; i've always had that feeling but i never acted on it.
"do i have to go back, daddy..?"
"no, princess. you don't have too.."
"he'll be so mad.. i need too.."
i spent the night with phil, and alex got home at 10 last night, and spammed my phone; it was now 12 and in the afternoon.
i didn't wanna go back.
i never wanna go back.
