This is actually the result of a post I saw on r/dirtypenpals the other day. I never got a response from the OP, but I liked the idea so much, I ran with it. Also… I haven’t posted much here, but this is probably the most aggressive, violent, and mean smut I’ve written. It’s probably not that bad, but it’s definitely a new flavor for me. C&C welcome. I’m still trying to figure out the ideal paragraph length for mobile, so sorry if that needs work. All depicted characters are 18+
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John lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock on his dresser rolled over to 1 am, and he still couldn’t sleep. 20 days into this quarantine with no end in sight, and his daughter, Zoe, had started to lose it after the first week. Wearing less and less around the house, getting very touchy, pushing personal space boundaries. Then the texts started. First it was cute selfies around the house. Soon it became “cuddle with me, Daddy” and a picture of her in panties and shirt. It only escalated from there. Today it had reached the point of a “handbra” and panties with a lollipop in her mouth accompanying the message “I bet you wish my mouth was on something else, don’t you, Daddy?”