Playing games with Daddy is one of my favorite pastimes. I remember how my curly brown hair would bounce around my shoulders as I leaned in closer to the screen, eager to make that next move. The bright graphics and sounds filled the room, but nothing compared to the warmth I felt being right next to him. My heart raced with excitement, not just from the game, but from being in his presence.

As we sat together, I couldn’t help but notice the way his attentive gaze shifted from the game to me. I craved his attention, those moments when he would pause and look at me with pride as I conquered a level or laughed at a silly mistake. There was something magical about those times, as if the world around us faded away and it was just him and me, sharing laughter and building memories.

I often felt a mix of eagerness and a longing for connection. I wanted to feel his hands guiding mine as we played, a silent promise of support and love. The thrill of the game was intoxicating, but even more, I cherished the bond we shared—my beautiful, playful spirit yearning for his touch, to feel close to him in every way possible. Being together like this made my heart swell; it was a safe space where I felt beautiful and loved now I need to be yearned for. I want his eyes to caress over my body. I want his fingers twitching at the thought of my skin beneath them. Mommy always getting in the way but Daddy only ever has eyes for me! He tells me all the time that I let him do things mommy would never. I just love the satisfied smile once all of his daddy juices are all over my face and his stiff man hood is finally settling down.