[F4M] Daddy… Mom’s gone for the weekend

The bedroom is quiet except for the soft, wet sound of my hand moving up and down your cock. Spit and precum make everything slick. You’re still too tense. There should be more noise — deeper breathing, quiet curses, the kind of sounds you make when you finally stop fighting it.

I shift closer on the bed, one hand still slowly working you, the other sliding up your chest. My hair brushes your jaw as I lean in and speak against your ear.

“Relax, Daddy. I want this. You want this.” My voice is soft but steady. “She’s gone until Monday. No one is coming home. You can stop pretending you don’t think about me.”

It only took me one night to find the account after she left. I read everything. Every post about the filthy things you wanted to do to me, how long you’d been holding it back, how hard it made you that I was already grown and still looked at you the way I did. I should have been angry. Instead I came harder than I ever had, alone in my bed, reading your words over and over.

So I texted you.

I know why she left. I found the account. I read what you wanted to do to me. I’m not shocked. I’m not disgusted. I’m wet. She’s gone for the weekend. Come over.

And now you’re here, hard in my hand, trying to keep control.

I lick the shell of your ear and whisper, “I want to make every single one of those posts real. Starting tonight. I’m 23, Daddy. I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

My hand tightens just a little, thumbing over the head.

“Tell me which fantasy you want first… or should I just start?”

Hi. This is pure fantasy from a 23-year-old woman who has a very specific soft-spot for older men and the “Daddy” dynamic. Everything is fully adult.

Looking for someone who can write back in character, keep the slow tension, and isn’t just going to jump straight to the most extreme acts in the first reply.