My Neighbor Helped Me Live Out My Sleepy, DDlg Sex Fantasy

Daddy tucked me in with his big, thick magic stick.

(Photos of GG, taken by Wyoh Lee) 

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Heads up: This piece depicts a DDlg (Dom Daddy/little girl) consensual non-consensual (CNC) scene. Both parties discussed boundaries and desires beforehand—and, as you’ll read, had one hell of a sexy, fun time acting out their fantasies. 

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Gasp! I was startled awake as the 1920s hardwood floors of my second-story apartment creaked beneath Daddy’s feet. I had surprised myself by fully falling asleep between a half-hour earlier—when I’d booty called my new neighbor-friend, Adam, for some roleplay—and the moment he approached me in my wrought-iron bed. I’m usually bad at napping, especially if I’m all riled up, but I guess I’m nothing if not committed to a fantasy.

Adam was fresh out of his agreed-upon shower at my place after walking the mere eight blocks over, and I was fresh out of my satin eye mask, peeking to see who was in my room, even though I already knew. My two white noise machines whirred in the background, with the Sleep album by Max Richter lulling us in surround sound (yes, I’m aware the role of babygirl is maybe a bit too fitting for me). I’d left the back door open for him (hot) before crawling back in bed and waiting to get, well, put to bed. Now I was no longer dreaming but about to get fucked silly in a way I’d been dreaming of for years.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, Daddy’s here,” Adam calmed my nerves as my breathing returned to normal. “Can Daddy see your thumbs up?”

We’d decided my signal would be a fully conscious, enthusiastic thumbs up, aiming to allow me to stay slightly subdued in words but totally communicative in consent. I shot my double thumbs up in the air for good measure, then realized it was so dark Daddy couldn’t see, so I shoved them into his palms so he could feel my “Yes.”

“Goooood girl, just stay sleepy. Everything’s okay, Daddy’s here now.” Have hotter, more comforting words ever been spoken?! I melted back into my pillow, lying on my side like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Adam was the perfect Daddy for my new DDlg kink. He was six foot one with a hairy, dad bod, a bald spot up top, and a bush down below—the kind of guy who usually pays a shit ton of money to worship me at the legal Nevada brothel I work at—but has a personality good enough I’d decided to let him do so for free. We’d met at a coffee shop in the neighborhood, then matched on Feeld months later when my girlfriend and I broke up, delightfully discovering we lived just two turns and a nine-minute walk from one another. It was too convenient not to take advantage of.

Plus, this Daddy with a dad bod was also queer (thank Goddess!), having purple nails, pink toes, and a colorful androgynous style both your Grandma and Gen Z nephew would covet. I slid my eye mask back on and kept the mental image of him in mind as he slowly rubbed my back, then my hips, then my thighs, touching me everywhere but my goodies as I writhed in anticipation.

“Am I dreaming, Daddy?” I asked softly, loving how at ease I felt when little. As I slipped into that oh-so-precious subspace, I let Daddy take care of everything, leaving me no reason to worry, stress, or run the show as I must as a sex worker. 

“Yes, babygirl! You’re dreaming Daddy is here to make you feel extra good, just like we talked about. Daddy’s going to help you feel that special feeling inside again. Would you like that?”

“MmmHmm!” I mumbled, intentionally drifting as I arched my back, scooting my ass towards his big belly. (I tell myself I want all the six-pack hotties, but in actuality, I’m a Barbie who prefers her Ken’s be less conventionally attractive than her so she can shine bright and receive all the adoration.)

“Stay sleepy, babygirl. All you need to do is relax.”

Daddy teased closer to my kitty, just barely grazing her over my silky pajama pants. It felt naughty, wrong, and terribly right. 

“Oh, baby! You’re all wet in your jammies! Daddy can feel you soaked through them.”