It's hard to say when we know we're in it, until we are.

It could a stolen moment outside after a laugh, or when a quip with an undertone hangs in the air; your eyes lingering on mine a beat long while your lids drop a flicker, me biting my lip as I lean in. The clasp of your palms on my cheek and along my waist are possessive, and quietly feral, more than any public display ought to be. A silent, screaming reminder that you're Daddy.

Other moments are more subtle still: when you yank me away from traffic, grasp firm, or trace shapeless patterns on the back of my hand over a bite. Others are more explicit: my dips and curves in something lacey for you in a text message, while you send me crisp sentences telling me what you'll do later. Each, in their own way, signalling that you are more than a girlfriend, lover, or wife: you're Daddy.

Then there's moments where everything is much more clear, and brought to the service, the circling, delicate dance of the day turning primal and tantric. Worshipping your body after a long day, making my way down until I can have my head between your thighs, licking you and servicing you while my cunt aches, like the good girl I am. Having my own body marked and enjoyed with your mouth, teeth, and palm in turn; my dark hair spilling underneath me as you cradle me close with one arm, our eyes locking, while your fingers work me over, curling and pressing inside me while I whisper your name softly. Other times, its wrenched from my throat, mewls turning into ragged, pitched moans, my ass red with hand prints, bouncing back as your strap claims my pussy, my hips reverberating with each slap of skin on skin, screams punctuated with only one word: Daddy.

Soft or hard, quiet or loud, private or public, whenever and wherever Daddy time happens, it is always sacred.

Shout out to the butch Daddies, the femme Daddies, the older Daddies, and those newly tapping into their Daddy energy. I want to write something erotic and straightforward between an established couple with heavy Daddy/princess energy. Something where the kinky melds with the sweet and romantic. If those vibes are right up your alley, send me a DM (not a chat) with an idea for a scene and why you love being called Daddy.