By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
His voice has always grounded me. It’s deep and like gravel. It smooths over my nerves when I’m anxious and makes me feel at home. With everyone staying home, I’ve missed Daddy’s voice almost more than his touch. I dialed him up today and laid on my bed as the phone rang and rang.
Finally, he answered. “Hello?” I didn’t speak. I was in a trance already. My eyes closed and my fingers dipped into my panties. “Krysta?”