I remember how shy you were at first. I'd posted an ad on Craigslist – I was a daddy looking for his daughter, and you replied with only the words "hi daddy" because, as I later learned, you were too nervous and too scared to type anything else. No punctuation, no adornment; just "hi daddy" in all lower case, as though capitalizing any letters would cross some invisible line and commit you to formality. You'd been looking at Craigslist ads for a few weeks and found them mostly boring – the same pics and thoughtless text, like barbed, single-sentenced hooks dangling the water with wriggling worms all-too casually posted to lure you in. It wasn't the cock pictures that made you interested, it was the fantasy of what it would be like to be with any one of these dirty old men. You love to masturbate, like all girls your age, but the naughtiness of sitting there in front of your iPad, reading these ads as your finger slid effortlessly over your nipples and soon your clit and began to feel that familiar wetness and warmth as you wondered what it would be like to feel such an older man's hands all over your body.