Daddy's Desires

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My nagging feeling actually started when after she started working from our house, she also insisted on her "co worker" ... come and work from the same place, that way, neither of them would get lonely at any point. Eventually, we'd snuggle up in the corner of the couch, in each other's arms, and maybe drift off to sleep.

Nothing like this just randomly happens. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if they put something in your drink to make you feel this way. If you didn't remember what happened. Then you were too intoxicated to give consent. I loved her, so, I just avoided the subject, along with the thousand questions running through my head. He stared down at his daughter. Her eyes flitted over his, over his cheeks, over his nose, his ears. Her face was flushed. Suddenly he felt her heart beating on his ribcage; he felt his own heart pounding. Dale's head swam. He became intensely aware of his daughter's breasts pressed against his chest. She continued, “And I was thinking about that. I kind of couldn't stop because, um, you're my dad? But, I was thinking how I never thought of you that way. Mostly because,” she looked at him intensely, “I don't think I ever heard you having sex. With mom.”Non- monogamy, partner sharing. These fantasies involve consensual non-monogamy: mate swapping, watching one’s partner with someone else, and polyamory, emotional as well as sexual relationships with more than one partner. More than two-thirds of Lehmiller’s participants reported such fantasies at least occasionally. Just then I felt a familiar hand run up my spine and say, “shh.”“Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here baby girl.”

If Dale had been drinking the water he would have spat it out in classic cinematic fashion. Katie went on, “We're really close. Sometimes we go for drinks at the bar on campus and she asked me about my last name.” Katie grinned like a cheshire cat. “She remembers you very fondly.”I was desperate for anything else. So when I found my dad, it didn't matter that he was a man, it just mattered that he was a parent," she recollected. I did what my Daddy said. There is no man I trust more or want to please more than my father. As I sat there shivering I realized that I couldn’t see Daddy. I couldn’t see anything except myself in the dim light coming through the door behind me. The light was somehow making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable, the way it was lighting up my naked body as if I were in a spotlight or on display for whatever was there in the night to see- to watch. I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind and it was making me feel more and more nervous. My mom's long-term partner was a patriarchal butch lesbian, so I already had a 'father figure' in my immediate family," she said.