I was hired to help, be the sweet nanny, not fall for the danger. to keep things running smoothly while he worked long shifts and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. A single father. A cop. Calm on the outside, intensity simmering just beneath the surface. Every night he leaves, I think about how dangerous his job is, how he risks everything, day in and day out. That kind of bravery does something to me. I try to look away. I never do. I look at those handcuffs on his belt, and I can’t help but let my mind drift to all the naughty things he could do to me. I’d love to be frisked by him.

I’m just the playful nanny fantasy, I’m still sweet… but there’s an urge to be naughty! Maybe I could get into some harmless trouble. I notice tension in every shared glance, every quiet moment after bedtime. I imagine what it would be like to finally say the things we don’t dare say out loud. Then again, maybe we don’t need words, grab me by the jaw and kiss me! Im begging for naughty conversations with him. I leave endless opportunities for him, getting down on my knees right in front of him, folding baby clothes, and looking up at him. There are no limits when it comes to him.

If you’re ready to explore a fantasy that feels intimate, risky, and unforgettable… I’ll be your sweet nanny, baby.

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