Daydreams Come True

Every day, as I pour your lattes and listen to your woes, my mind wanders to the fantasy that consumes me. At home, in a safe space with no judgment, I let myself be the little one again, not from my past but in this present moment, because it's what I crave, what makes me feel alive. Daddy's firm hand on my backside leaves a mark, igniting a thrill and desire that only he knows how to spark. It's a secret ritual we share, where I'm his naughty little girl and he's the disciplinarian, and every time we meet, it's a release like no other.