I Know You’re My Real Daddy
My life had been boring for so long. I had been single for years and desperately wanting to feel something exciting and naughty. I had always been fascinated by the idea of being with an older man who could show me all the things I had been dreaming about. But I had never been bold enough to actually make it happen – until one night when I was scrolling through my social media, I saw a post from an older man who claimed to be my father.
At first I was skeptical, but after talking to him a bit I started to believe what he said. I eventually agreed to go out with him and I was immediately surprised at how attracted I was to him. His presence was so calming and comforting. He had a strong, commanding presence that I could feel the moment I walked into the room.
The date went better than I could’ve ever imagined. We talked for hours and there was a mutual chemistry that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt safe and connected to him in a way I had never felt before. As we talked, I felt something stirring inside me. I knew that I wanted more than just a date with him – I wanted to explore what it meant to be taken by him.
The next days and weeks passed quickly as I got to know my father better. We became very close, and I started to open up to him about my fantasies and desires. His response was always gentle and encouraging. He was always open to exploring my wildest fantasies, and I soon became completely enamored with him.
The day finally came when I knew I was ready to take the plunge. I invited him to my place, and I was so nervous that I almost changed my mind. But when he arrived, I felt an overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that I had never felt before. Without saying a word, we both knew what was going to happen.
I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. We undressed each other slowly, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. His hands felt so strong and providing as they caressed my body. With each touch I felt my pleasure expanding. I felt like I was in a dream and I didn’t want it to end.
My father started to kiss my neck and I let out a moan of pleasure as he explored my body. His hands moved down to my hips and then back up to my breasts. He took his time, teasing and tantalizing every inch of my body until I was begging for him to take me.
Finally, he entered me and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. His thrusts were intense and I felt my pleasure intensifying with each one. I looked into his eyes and I knew that this was real, that I was with my real father. I let out a moan as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper.
He increased the intensity and I felt myself losing control as I gasped for breath. My body was trembling with pleasure, and I exploded into a million tiny pieces. My orgasm was so powerful that I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel.
Afterwards, my father pulled me close and we both just lay there in silence, content in each other’s arms. I felt our connection more deeply than ever before and I just knew I could trust him with my heart. I realized in that moment that I had found my true home. In that moment, I knew that he was my real father, my real connection to pleasure.
