He has called me this name a few times.
It sits strangely but warmly in me.
In fact I think I love it.
He calls me His slut, His girl, His bitch,
but when I pick up the phone and he says 'Hello darling,'
I get a little gooey.
Noone but my father has ever called me darling.
I like it... in a gooey kind of way.