daddys dream

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I’m a 23 year-old single woman, an only child. I wish I could tell your readers how I look like Pamela Anderson but that would be a lie. I’m tall and thin and have smallish boobs and narrow hips. My long brown hair is straight and dull. I’m not ugly but I’ve been described as plain. I’ve had several boyfriends but never anything too serious. I’m not a virgin by any means but I’ve been discovering I enjoy women more then men of late but that’s neither here or there.

My story involves my dad. He’s 50 and a successful lawyer in the big city. He’s a workaholic and he’s been even worse since mom died 5 years ago. I know of no dates that he’s been on despite his handsome, distinguished looks and despite me telling him that mom wouldn’t want him to be alone forever. He always just shrugged me off and told me not to worry because he was fine. So I kept quiet. Living at home was no problem, I came and went as I pleased and dad was working most of the time anyway.

Then I made plans to spend the night at a friends. I was trying to convince her of the pleasures of lesbian love and that was my plan, to seduce her. I dressed sexily and paid special attention to my hair and make-up and I think I looked pretty good. “Hot date tonight?” my dad asked, I told him I hoped so and kissed his cheek and told him I’d be home in the morning. He smiled and I left.

My night was a disaster! Not only did I fail at seducing my friend but she was very angry at me for trying and I found out very stupid for calling me a “fucking dyke bitch” and I walked home (two miles) in my high heels. I was so mad but also so horny because I had pictured me and her doing all sorts of nasty things together. I knew I would be getting use of several of my vibrators when I got home.

I opened the door and saw the light on in the den. I guessed daddy was still awake and watching television. I walked towards the den and I heard what sounded like sexual moaning coming from the television. I slowed down because I didn’t want to barge in on him. I peeked in and almost died.

Dad was sitting back, sleeping on his leather recliner.