Daddy Roleplay Phone Sex Fantasy

We've been together for almost a year, and he's wonderful, sweet, attentive, the kind of boyfriend who remembers how I take my coffee. But there was always this thing I wanted, this fantasy I carried around like a secret stone in my pocket, too embarrassed to say out loud. The daddy thing. The being-taken-care-of thing. The calling-him-Daddy-while-he-tells-me-I'm-his-good-girl thing.

Last Saturday we were curled up on the couch after dinner, half-watching a movie, and he asked me out of nowhere what my biggest fantasy was, the one I'd never told anyone.

My face went scarlet. I told him he'd think it was weird. He told me to try him, and he looked so open, so safe, that the truth just tumbled out. All of it. Wanting to be his little girl, wanting him to take charge completely, wanting to call him Daddy and have him love it. I stared at the floor the whole time, sure he was going to laugh.

He was quiet for a long moment. Then he lifted my chin, and his eyes were dark and serious and thrilling. He told me quietly to go put on the white nightgown, the innocent one, and then come to the bedroom and knock.

My heart nearly stopped. I ran. I actually ran to the bedroom, my hands shaking as I changed into the white babydoll nightgown he'd bought me months ago, the one I'd always thought was a little too sweet, a little too innocent. Now I understood. In the mirror I looked young and soft and nervous, and that was exactly the point.

I knocked on the bedroom door like he'd said. He opened it, and he'd changed too, just his undershirt and jeans, his hair a little mussed, and he was looking at me like he'd never seen me before. He told me to come in and close the door.

I did. I stood there clutching the door handle, and he crossed the room slowly and tilted my face up. He told me to tell him what I wanted, to use my words, little one.

The pet name, the one I'd dreamed about, sent a shiver straight through me. I whispered that I wanted him to be my Daddy, just for tonight. I wanted him to take care of me. Tell me what to do. He murmured good girl, that's his good girl for asking, and I melted on the spot.

He led me to the bed and sat me on the edge, then knelt in front of me, knelt, like I was something to worship, and slowly pushed the nightgown up my thighs. His hands were warm and sure. He kissed up one thigh, then the other, taking his time, and I was trembling before he even touched me where I needed it most. He told me patience, little one. Daddy decides when.

When his mouth finally found me, I cried out. I couldn't help it. He was slow and thorough and completely in control, his hands holding my thighs apart, his tongue doing things that made me see stars. He brought me right to the edge and then stopped, pulling back, and I whimpered in frustration. I begged him, please, Daddy, I need it. He asked me rough with want to tell Daddy exactly what I needed. I told him I needed to come, Daddy, that I'd been so good.

He laughed low, a sound I'd never heard from him, dark and possessive, and went back to me with renewed hunger, and this time he didn't stop. He drove me straight over the edge, and I came with a cry that echoed off the walls, my fingers twisted in the bedsheets.

Then he stood, and I watched him undress, slow, deliberate, never taking his eyes off me, and when he was bare I reached for him eagerly. He let me take him in my mouth, his hand cradling the back of my head, murmuring praise that made me dizzy.

He pulled me up and laid me back on the pillows, arranging me like a doll, spreading my legs wide. He ordered me softly to stay just like that, not to move.

I stayed. I was so wet, so ready, so completely his that staying still was the hardest thing I'd ever done. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly, so slowly, filling me inch by devastating inch while he watched my face. He breathed that I was taking Daddy so well, such a good little girl.

He moved in me with deep, claiming strokes, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other tangled in my hair. Every thrust was deliberate, possessive, and I was lost, utterly, happily lost, chanting his new name like it was the only word I knew.

I came again, harder this time, my whole body convulsing around him, and he groaned and followed, burying himself deep, his forehead pressed to mine.

This is my daddy roleplay phone sex fantasy, and it really happened. Every blush, every good girl, every moment of finally, finally being brave enough to ask for what I wanted. He held me afterward and whispered we could do this whenever I wanted, little one. He's mine.

And here's my confession, diary: I don't think it was just for one night. I think he liked being Daddy as much as I liked being his. I think this is just the beginning, and I already can't wait for the next time he tells me to go put on the nightgown.