NB: This post refers to roleplay, I am not being incestuously abused thank you Mr/Ms blog-trawling-concerned-authorities.
I went through a stage of having very niche-fetish phonesex with a friend, and this one came up.
"How's my little girl?"
"Sleepy."
"Do you want a bedtime story?"
"Yes please."
"You know what I want to hear."
I drop out of the breathy lisp that makes me sound half my age. "I can't, Tom*, it's weird."
"I think we went past weird a long time ago," he laughs."Come on, princess."
Somehow, it's not quite right that this is the only context in which I have ever said these words. "I love you, daddy."
"Good girl."
*Names changed to protect the god-honestly wrong in the head.
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