Daddy was a name he earned effortlessly. But he was more than just a Daddy, far more than that.
There were days he touched me roughly, kissed me hard, and fucked me harder. On those days I joked that he was a demon. My Demon Daddy.
There were days he touched me sweet, kissed me soft, and took me with absolute tenderness. On those days, he was an absolute darling. Daddy Darling, my Daddy Darling.
I met DD on an app designed for kinksters and poly folks. We were the former, but not the latter, and both currently single.
DD was a touch outside my comfort zone, being four years my junior. I’d always sought out older men, until I incidentally started meeting younger ones and not being disappointed.
He looked sweet as anything, and I was a sucker for a tall man with good grooming. I messaged him first- another thing outside my comfort zone, and joked that he looked very corruptible.
Famous last words.
He charmed me immediately and having survived a lonely and horny lockdown, any reservations were cast aside quickly. I wanted to see what this boy was about.