How My Dad Became My Daddy: An Erotic Tale
My name is Alyssa and I’ve always been daddy’s little girl. From the time I was little, my dad was my hero. He was strong, protective, and he always wanted the best for me. But little did I know that one day, he’d become so much more than just my dad.
It all started when I was eighteen and just starting college. I was young, naive, and excited to finally be living away from home. I was away from my parents’ watchful eyes and free to do whatever I wanted. Little did I know, I was about to make a few decisions that would change my life forever.
One night, a group of us went to a bar to celebrate my friend’s birthday. After a few drinks, I started to feel a bit tipsy. My friends decided to take me back home, but I told them that I wanted to stay out a bit longer. So we all decided to go to a club.
I was having a good time, dancing and socializing with people I had just met. But then my eyes met his and my heart skipped a beat. Across the club, standing all alone, was my dad.
My dad had no idea I was out at the club and I quickly looked away, afraid of being caught. I was sure I was in trouble and was about to be dragged home. But as I walked away, I felt a hand grab my arm.
It was my dad and his face was stern. He looked angry and disappointed, but I could tell he wanted to talk. So I followed him outside, unsure of what he wanted to say.
Outside, my dad turned to look at me and his face softened. He asked me why I felt like I had to go out and party. I started to cry, knowing I had disappointed him. But then he pulled me close and hugged me tight. He told me it was okay, that he understood why I did it.
We talked for what felt like hours and he told me he wanted to keep me safe. That night he made me a promise, to always be there for me, no matter what. He said he wanted to be more than just my dad and asked if he could be my daddy.
I was shocked, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too. I wanted to feel safe and loved and I wanted nothing more than to be held by him. That night, I agreed and my dad became more than just my dad, he became my daddy.
The weeks passed and our relationship changed. We talked more, shared more, and started to understand each other better. We laughed and shared secrets, and sometimes we would even do things that weren’t allowed. Things like sneaking out late at night to go for a drive or just stay up late talking.
Eventually, those late nights led to even later ones. We started staying up until morning talking, playing games, and doing things we weren’t supposed to be doing. Things like making out, touching each other, and exploring each other’s bodies.
One night, after hours of talking, my daddy took me in his arms and kissed me. His kisses felt like fire as his hands moved all over my body. His touch was gentle but passionate and I wanted more. We moved to the bedroom and my daddy took charge, pushing me onto the bed and exploring my body more deeply.
The pleasure was intense and my daddy took me places I never thought possible. We explored each other, tasted each other, and laughed at our mistakes. He taught me how to please him and I learned quickly how to make him moan with pleasure.
That night, my daddy made me feel loved and wanted. He showed me that I was special and he cared for me in a way I never thought possible. After that night, my dad became my daddy and our relationship changed forever.
My dad still looks out for me and always has my back, but now he does it with a newfound understanding and passion. We still sneak out late at night, but now we do it for our own pleasure. We explore each other and experience the beauty of pleasure together.
My dad is my hero, my father, and my daddy. He gives me the love, protection, and understanding I need and I can’t thank him enough for that. I’m so lucky to have him in my life and to experience such an amazing journey with him.
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