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I was told once, 'At first you say, 'No', but when it's inside you, you don't want it to stop, because it feels so good'.
I am 32 now, and I often think back to that day 17 years back. I can remember it because it was on my birthday, and I was awoken from my deep slumber with my daddy lying part on top of me, moving in and out of my fingers, as I partially clenched his erection.
Even the limpness of my grasp was enough for daddy to feel I was holding him, and feeling his warm semen shoot onto my stomach, and pour down onto my naked crotch, in the darkness of my bedroom, there was a strangeness in our bonding that brought us closer than ever before, so much so, that he slid into my bed, under the sheets and we embraced each other with a warmth.
Daddy was drunk, he had been all day as people came and went to celebrate my birthday, each brought a new toast to me and by the end of the day he had passed out, leaving me to put him to bed.
I had chosen to live with my father since their divorce, and in some respects grew up quicker than most girls my age. I had started menstruating the previous year, perhaps brought on by stress, but my hormones and the changes in my body were evident, both physically and mentally, my staying with my father was straying into dangerous territory, more so as, I was starting to feel his need for me, and found myself responding to his cuddles and kisses.
People often asked me why I let it happen, and I say, 'I grew up being drawn towards him', as if it was always going to happen. I was a beautiful girl turning into a woman, my hormones kept telling my body I had woman's needs, and when you live a solitary life with the only man in your life, you find yourself using your body to attract his attention, leaving your bedroom door ajar and sitting around in various stages of undress.
You want to be seen, you want to be appreciated and acknowledged, and as daddy and I grew accustomed to each other, our familiarity became like husband and wife, the only thing missing was the sex, and I think I began to want that more than he did, it took the alcohol to eventually weaken his resolve to make what is considered to be inappropriate approaches.
Two people living in each others pockets, exposed to each other, and trying to suppress the bodies natural instinct, as they are drawn to each other, so, no matter the mental anguish of what is wrong with what we were doing, the joy of the union could not be hidden with that first penetration, that's all it took, then we smiled knowing the pain and fear was pointless as we took precautions, but then another leap of faith as we went 'Bareback', resulting in an even more increased sense of pleasure.
We were careful never to advertise our love, on the surface we acted as one would expect, but at home alone, we were different people, as displayed by my love of walking around naked and slipping into daddies bed whenever I needed sex.
I once asked a lecturer, 'Where was the danger in sex with another family member, if precautions were taken, and no offspring were produced'?
He cited man made laws, social and cultural differences, meaning that in certain cultures it is acceptable, but strange to say as we talked, my lecturer started to hit on me, he was turned-on by my willingness to discus it, so in many ways, I think these man made laws are made to drive girls like me from my fathers bed into the arm of men who make these laws.
What do you think, do you look at your daughter and wonder if she is sexually active?
Have you seen your daughter naked or provocatively dressed?
Does your daughter hang on around your neck, or press herself against you?
As a girl myself I found it hard, especially when I was ovulating(the week before my periods), to stop teasing. I got a little thrill showing it excited me, and I had a habit pressing my crotch into a corner of something hard, especially if daddy was watching me, or opening the side of my skirt by easing down the zipper and putting hand inside as we watched TV, little nuances that shouted my need of a man.
Thanks for any comment, yours are always appreciated.
I am 32 now, and I often think back to that day 17 years back. I can remember it because it was on my birthday, and I was awoken from my deep slumber with my daddy lying part on top of me, moving in and out of my fingers, as I partially clenched his erection.
Even the limpness of my grasp was enough for daddy to feel I was holding him, and feeling his warm semen shoot onto my stomach, and pour down onto my naked crotch, in the darkness of my bedroom, there was a strangeness in our bonding that brought us closer than ever before, so much so, that he slid into my bed, under the sheets and we embraced each other with a warmth.
Daddy was drunk, he had been all day as people came and went to celebrate my birthday, each brought a new toast to me and by the end of the day he had passed out, leaving me to put him to bed.
I had chosen to live with my father since their divorce, and in some respects grew up quicker than most girls my age. I had started menstruating the previous year, perhaps brought on by stress, but my hormones and the changes in my body were evident, both physically and mentally, my staying with my father was straying into dangerous territory, more so as, I was starting to feel his need for me, and found myself responding to his cuddles and kisses.
People often asked me why I let it happen, and I say, 'I grew up being drawn towards him', as if it was always going to happen. I was a beautiful girl turning into a woman, my hormones kept telling my body I had woman's needs, and when you live a solitary life with the only man in your life, you find yourself using your body to attract his attention, leaving your bedroom door ajar and sitting around in various stages of undress.
You want to be seen, you want to be appreciated and acknowledged, and as daddy and I grew accustomed to each other, our familiarity became like husband and wife, the only thing missing was the sex, and I think I began to want that more than he did, it took the alcohol to eventually weaken his resolve to make what is considered to be inappropriate approaches.
Two people living in each others pockets, exposed to each other, and trying to suppress the bodies natural instinct, as they are drawn to each other, so, no matter the mental anguish of what is wrong with what we were doing, the joy of the union could not be hidden with that first penetration, that's all it took, then we smiled knowing the pain and fear was pointless as we took precautions, but then another leap of faith as we went 'Bareback', resulting in an even more increased sense of pleasure.
We were careful never to advertise our love, on the surface we acted as one would expect, but at home alone, we were different people, as displayed by my love of walking around naked and slipping into daddies bed whenever I needed sex.
I once asked a lecturer, 'Where was the danger in sex with another family member, if precautions were taken, and no offspring were produced'?
He cited man made laws, social and cultural differences, meaning that in certain cultures it is acceptable, but strange to say as we talked, my lecturer started to hit on me, he was turned-on by my willingness to discus it, so in many ways, I think these man made laws are made to drive girls like me from my fathers bed into the arm of men who make these laws.
What do you think, do you look at your daughter and wonder if she is sexually active?
Have you seen your daughter naked or provocatively dressed?
Does your daughter hang on around your neck, or press herself against you?
As a girl myself I found it hard, especially when I was ovulating(the week before my periods), to stop teasing. I got a little thrill showing it excited me, and I had a habit pressing my crotch into a corner of something hard, especially if daddy was watching me, or opening the side of my skirt by easing down the zipper and putting hand inside as we watched TV, little nuances that shouted my need of a man.
Thanks for any comment, yours are always appreciated.
Angelica
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