How To Call Him Daddy Over Text Novels & Stories

With a slightly shaking hand I opened the Fantasy app and typed a message to dear daddy. Me: 'Can we meet again this weekend' I hit send before I could second guess it. Wait. Did I just do this? No hello, no well being. But I guessed that was appropriate. Mutual benefit. Pure physics relationship, Nothing else. After a few minutes my screen lit up. My lips curved slightly upward. Dear daddy had replied.

See, I'd talked to him about using his phone more and not dropping letters on the dresser like a caveman. I'd saved his name as "Daddy" of course, and I'd helped him save mine as "My Pretty Doll." Now, I can't stop smiling at his text glowing on my phone screen. DADDY: Hey Doll. It's me, Daddy. You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn't want to wake you up, so I snuck out of bed. I promise to be back for lunch and I'm thinking about you all the time. I love you, Jaxon.

And Alpha was on the phone with me the whole time. I suddenly heard my babygirl crying in the background asking for her mother and I ask that she be put on the phone. "Da.. daddy? Where's m.. ommy?" I take some deep breaths and try to be strong for her, it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to say in my life. "Sweetie, your mommy is with the Moon Goddess now, but she will always and forever be with us okay?" "Okay, Daddy, are you coming home?" she sniffled, she's so strong, just like her mom. "Yes sweetie next week, I have some business to do here in Texas okay?" "Okay, Daddy, love you.." she starts, "To the Moon and back!" I finish.

Just then, his phone rang and he glanced at it, he arched his brow as he saw it was his father, it surprise him how he father was calling at that moment. "Hello Daddy" he said into the phone sitting up, "Come over to my house now!!!...I have a plan to kill him!" He said into the phone and I flinched.. What???

I orgasm and whimper crossing my eyes with pleasure. "What the heck." I mutter breathing hard and remove my finger from my wet throbbing pussy. Geez I want more. And not just my finger. I need a huge hard cock right now. I turn to the bedside table and stretch my hands taking up my phone. I scroll to Frederick's number and text him. ME: Good morning Dad. He replies immediately. FREDERICK: Hey easy young lady your mum is right beside me. I gulp and chuckle. ME: sorry. I will not talk dirty then.

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

I sighed and slowly typed: "Unmm... hey Kathy, I... I*******m kinda sucks, so do you like have messenger or W******p where I can text you better than now..." I looked at the text debating internally whether or not to do this. What would we talk about? We fucken barely knew each other... God. Why would she wanna text me more? A knock on my door startled me making me press "send" on my phone "Shit..." I cursed under my breath and turned, "daddy?" "Fill those forms.. I'll go submit them tomorrow when I go to work...." I sighed and put my phone down, "yes dad.."

But just αs I wαs αbout to tαp it‚ my phone buzzed. Dαd: Cαll me when you're free. My heαrt jumped. For α second‚ I just stαred αt the screen‚ my breαth cαught. He texted me. I didn’t wαit. My fingers were αlreαdy diαling. He picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" "Dαd‚" I breαthed‚ suddenly feeling ten yeαrs old αgαin. There wαs α pαuse. Α long one. Then his voice cαme‚ quiet but serious. "I’m coming to the city. With your stepmother. We need to talk."

My dad was coming home today and I was hoping to meet with him and maybe have a talk with him about my girlfriend. He had always been more reasonable than my mother and I was hoping he’d take my side. Sighing, I brought out my cellphone to text and ask if he’d landed. I frowned seeing two missed calls from him. He had called almost an hour ago. I must have been in the bathroom or something. I tried calling him back but the number was unreachable. My phone started to ring, it was Dante calling. I picked up. “Hello.” “Sir, you…your father…”