Wanting to feel more. Sex I loved the feeling my dad gave me when he used me. There was a time when I would sit on his lap and help him with the crossword. The bed was big enough and I offered to share since we had several blankets anyway. He lifted it over my sports bra and head and fashioned it into some kind of knot as it was twisted around my wrists. His eyes were scanning over my body. All I could do was enjoy the invasion as it added to the pleasure I was feeling. As we took the slope down, my foot slipped and I slid down a muddy patch, about 10 feet. Because I can NOT keep doing what I have been. I felt pressure against my ass every time we laughed or moved a little. His hands slid over my cheeks and spread them, to get a better look at what now belonged to him. He looked up and smiled. I decided I needed to talk to him about it. I want to feel him inside me. “Daddy.. I could never tell if it was because he was thinking of me that night, or if it was because he knew I was awake.
