(NSFW 18+) AN EROTIC ESCAPE -Welcome to where fantasy, desire, love, lust, passion, and playfulness are encouraged. I write & role play erotica as an escape from the stress & frustration of real life. I am a Daddy Dom by nature and will do everything to ensure you leave here satisfied. So let comment to let me know what provides pleasure to you.
Mmmmm your lips are so warm and wet, your touch so determined to waken my hunger. I can feel your nails lightly drag over my swelling cock. Wake me, stir me, tease my senses with your touch, your mouth and give yourself to me.
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From the moment you hit puberty I have struggled with how a single father should answer your questions. At first it was why there was hair growing down there, then it was why your breasts were budding and tender. Always making me choke on my answers with your big innocent eyes and smile. As you got older you continue to ask things just to get a rise out of me. I know damn well you know why your sheets are wet sometimes in the morning but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you I could hear you touching yourself. Now I sit here watching football as you study with your legs stretched out over me. I try to ignore it but when you shift up on your elbows and look back at me I can already sense your playfulness. Then your toes began to tease my thick cock through my jeans. “Daddy………what’s that?” I can hear the giggle in your voice and its frustrating not knowing what to do with such a naughty little girl. “You know what that is! Now do your homework.”
I watch your teeth graze your soft lips as you bat your eyes at me. “Is it your Daddy toy?” I laugh at that one, daddy toy? “What? come on stop being so….daddy toy…ha right.” I put my eyes back on the game trying to take my mind off the fact your socks were rubbing me hard. “I like Daddy toy.” I smirk at you. “It’s not a toy…” giggles “Yes it is, you play with it don’t you?” I shake my head knowing this conversation is going way wrong, fast. “Don’t you have friends to play with?” “No, I want to play with Daddy?” Your voice growing younger by the minute. “Well I am watching the game.”
“Can I play with your toy while you watch?” I push your feet off. “No, you need to stop being a dirty little girl or you are going to get it.” Sitting up and bouncing up next to me “Good Daddy! I want to *get it*” Now your hand is on my throbbing bulge. “Baby you don’t understand what you are talking about. Go play.” Childish grumbles “But I wanna play with you…” my zipper yanked fast and a little hand slipping inside to grip me makes me forget about the game quickly. “You can’t do that.” Your fingers pull me out and wrap around it. You gently stroke it. “Baby seriously this is wrong.” But I watch how you look at me, then I feel how wet your lips are as you take a taste. “Shit……..” I leaned back as you sucked slow and deep. You knew, you absolutely knew what you were doing. You hand moved down between your legs. Head bobbing slow as your soft eyes looked at me in pleasure.
“Baby you have to stop, I’m gonna…fuck please you have to…” It just made you devour it. I gripped your hair and closed my eyes as I burst in your mouth. I couldn’t look at first knowing what just happened, but I felt your tongue swirling around to clean me. “Mmmmm daddy I wanted to play so bad, thank you for the treat.” As I opened my eyes you were pulling your fingers out of yourself. “See how bad I wanted it.” glazed fingers dangled in front of my face then brushed over my lips. I opened them and cleaned them, so sweet, your taste. Then you flipped over on your stomach and went back to studying like nothing happened. I tucked my wet cock back in and as I zipped your feet returned to tease. I stared blankly at the tv wondering how that just happened but with the way you were still teasing, I know it would not be the last time.
I passed by your bathroom seeing you in those little panties and nightshirt. Why did you make my cock ache so badly? You always seem to be bent over the vanity just enough to tease me with your puffy folds barely covered. Sometimes I would stand there and watch for awhile and today was no different. You noticed me in the reflection as you brushed your teeth. After you rinsed you smiled at me. “Daddy you ok?” I just smiled back, “Yea, sorry baby I just….well yea I am fine.” I walked back to my room and into the master bath. I started to shave and took off my sleeping pants. Just as I went to pull off my underwear you walked in and moved in front of me. Leaning on my sink you smiled. “You sure you are ok?” I smiled wider “Yea really, why baby?” a little nibble on your lip as you looked down at me then back up. “Well you stand outside watching so much, but you never come in.”
“well I don’t mean to stand there, I just, well I just love my little girl and find myself looking at you sometimes. I hope you are not upset at me for it.” you grin “but daddy I am not a little girl anymore and its ok if you look, I like when you do, I just wish…well…” your lip slipping between your teeth again. Damn that drives me nuts. “…..well what baby?” “I wish you would just come in.”
“come into your bathroom, why?” I really was not that dumb, I knew what you was hinting at, the same thing I was fantasizing about. I just needed you to say it. “I want you to come in and touch me.” My cock swelling and throbbing I reached down to adjust it to let it grow naturally as you notice. “and I want to touch you too.” I could see you wiggling. I reach over and take your hand and rest it on my heated bulge. You gently squeeze then rub as you look down at it. It starts to grow under the cotton as I caress your cheek and move my hand slowly down across your top. I could feel the firmness to your nipples as I massage one, then move my touch down between your legs. “Like this?” I tease as you squeeze harder and open your legs wider. “yes daddy just like that, don’t stop.” There would be no need in standing outside doors anymore.
A night of bar hopping and drinking. Smoking pot, teasing men, sweaty drunken dancing and a giggling stumble into the house. Blackouts and memories lost as sleep. Waking with a knocking in your head and slightly spinning room. You had no clue how you actually got back to the house nor do you understand how you all ended up naked in bed. You lay there in the early morning haze looking over the backsides of your beautiful besties. Just the idea that something happened between you had your pussy throbbing stronger than your hangover. You wanted to reach over and feel the softness, slip your touch carefully into their tender wetness, lightly taste them as they dream. Would they wake? You lay there watching them, so pretty……….so sexy in your bed. You would all have a nervous laugh when they finally got up as you complain together of headaches and hungry bellies. Your head was spinning so you slipped out of the sheets for aspirin and a glass of ice water. Quickly back in bed you notice how deep their breathing was, hmmmm maybe just a little touch……..what could happen?
When you went away for your freshman year of college I was both excited for you and sad for myself. A normal reaction for a father I am sure. Proud of the woman you were becoming mixed with fear of you being on your own. Being so beautiful I knew those horny frat guys would be all over you, but you were strong so I had to trust you would do the right thing.
Over the first few weeks of you being away I hardly slept, not just worry but the emptiness of the house. It has been just the two of us for so long, I forgotten how quiet and lonely this place was. I started going online and well, doing what single old men do. Playing games and surfing porn to keep my mind busy after work. I found myself addicted to sites like tumblr as they had such a wide variety of everything, and honestly opening my eyes to so many things I would never of imagined to be out there. I had to admit some things peeked my interests. The whole bondage thing, seeing a woman tied to a bed just wanting to be under someones control. Spanking? Jesus the things they use on a woman’s body, and they like this stuff? Oh some of it made my skin crawl too but weeks turned into months and I started to even re-post the things that really aroused me just so I could have them for “playful motivation” later.
You called me to tell me with work and school that coming home over the holiday’s would be impossible and although I understood it really sunk home how little I would see my babygirl again. I joked about keeping busy and although I never mentioned how, I knew you worried a bit. So we started to text more so you could keep an eye on me. Well more time passed by and I continued to keep myself occupied. I found I could write little comments on my posts and get some conversation out of it sometimes. Some were just little comments like “I love your page?” I have a page? what does that even mean. I would thank them and tried to post more. I had a young girl send me a picture of herself, I think they call them selfies but it didn’t have her head, just a, well just her body. Apparently I was not the only people out there aroused by things. She made a weird comment. “Thanks for getting me so hot daddy, here is something to get you hot too.”
She had a rocking little body so of course my mind and body responded to the silly notion a young girl would want an old man. Well let me tell you, after a few searches, they really do want older men. Then by accident really I found why the girl called me daddy in the message. Sort of a role play thing, a father figure thing, and kinky turn on. There was a whole world of created daddy erotica. How odd? That breaks every moral code I was raised in, yet something about it twisted my thoughts. I posted a few things about it and the responses were incredible.
Spring was here now and my mind was full of the idea that maybe you would come home for the summer although you would not commit to it. It drove me nuts to be honest. I missed you so much and well I had started having dreams about you but could not remember them when I woke. Natural I guess. What was not so natural was this fascination I had grown into about taboo themes. It seemed to help me *relieve stress* just as much as the whole bdsm thing did.
On your birthday I posted this happy bday post “to my daughter” without revealing any real information. I have no idea why but I just felt like something I should do. It was totally out of place on my page…oh I know what that is now. I flipped through other posts and shared a few that turned me on, then one him me hard. Just a teen girl sitting in a mans lap and he was touching her. I reflected to the days you use to hop into my lap on the couch when I was watching the game….I felt my cock get hard. Without trying I pictured you curled up in my lap and me touching you. My cock ached, just horny stuff I guess but I had never…….pictured you in that way. I was a bit freaked out by it but blew it off to your bday mixed with kinky porn clouding my mind.
But something was kindled in my mind, I started to dream more and actually remember more of what it was about. Yea I had not just gotten sucked into this kinky stuff to get off, no I craved it for real. Shit….I immediately stopped posting. It didn’t help. I didn’t even log in for several weeks but my mind still took me into daydreams of us. I had to shake this before you got home for the summer.
Well more time passed and although I had quit all the posting and watching, my dreams both day and night turned to forbidden desires. I was hopelessly screwed. I woke to some odd sound this morning. Something thumped in the early hours to jolt me from my dream. I could feel the heavy hard-on under my sleeping pants as I reached down and rubbed it. I looked at the clock it was a little past 6 am so I got out of bed to get in the shower. I presumed the noise that woke me was outside as I did not have any pets until I head the microwave. You were home? Not thinking I hurried down the steps and walked into the kitchen hoping to find you making breakfast. There you stood with a cup of hot tea, with only a pair of panties on.
I didn’t have words. I just looked at you. You smiled and set down the cup on the table. “Well aren’t you happy to see me?” I shook off the trance of your perfect body and moved over to hug you…awkwardly at first but you squeezed me tight. You could see and feel my confusion so you stepped back from our embrace. “So happy you are home…um…so…well…where are your things? your um clothes?” your beautiful laugh and smile followed then you just looked at me. “Daddy I missed you so much….thank you for the birthday message last month.” It took a minute, ok several minutes till I realized you had been reading my page. Then the oh shit look hit my face “Fuck baby I am sorry I can explain….I” You just handed me the tea. “Daddy its ok, I didn’t know it was you at first. I am on there too.” Then as my brain processed this real time nightmare as I looked at your body. The way your nipples puckered tight, The angle of your hips as you stood there. You had been the one who sent me the message…the picture…was you. Oh fuck I jerked off to that a dozen time. “Jesus was it…oh god.” I felt sick. You just walked over and touched my shoulder ..”Daddy its ok, that page was really hot and so I wanted to be something to make the writer hot. I didn’t know until months later when you wished me a happy birthday that is was YOUR page. I was so freaked out thinking about all the times I masturbated…” I stopped you “Oh baby I don’t need to know…I shouldn’t of…I mean…” You looked at me then being the strong bold woman you were you rubbed your hand over the thick erection still pressing in my sleeping pants.
“Daddy we are both adults, we both masturbate, and we obviously are turned on by the same things.” I felt you rub and I tried to process what was happening. You were so comfortable, so confident about it. But then so were most of your generation with your sexuality. “Just tell me one thing, when you got my picture did it make you hot?” I smiled and took a deep breath, “yea baby of course, your gorgeous and I am a single old man. If I had a woman like you I would never stop looking at you.” You hugged me tight and I could feel my hardness pressed to you just as much as your breasts were against my bare chest. You kissed my cheek “Drink your tea daddy I’m home now ok…..” So I did, somehow the awkwardness melted away and we stood there drinking and talking. Teasing a bit as we went on. “Did you cum?” I almost choked…coughing “Wha…what?” you burst out laughing. “Did you cum looking at my picture.” Well shit the gloves were already off anyhow…and the clothes mostly. “Often…” For the first time I saw you flinch since this conversation started. “God why does that make me so hot daddy? You cumming cause of me.” I just smirked back at you “Cause your a naughty girl that’s why!”
So will you tie me up later, spank me, and tell me I am your naughty girl?” We both knew very well that I would!
Woke up a bit late and rushed to gather my things, the house quiet I presumed everyone was gone till I burst into the bathroom to find you. “Sis? Hey you ok?” It was obvious you were not but my groggy rushed mind could only think to ask as I walked over to you and ran my hand down your back. you turned with a sad look and buried your face in my neck, laced your arms around me and held on. I didn’t really know what to do. I let my clothes fall from my other hand and standing there in my boxers I hugged you as you sat on the sink.
Your legs slid off the tile as you pulled me close. I felt your feet run along each side of my thighs as I felt your chest pressing against mine with only that shred of a shirt between us. I felt my arousal by it and with the way you were nestled against me there was no way you didn’t feel it. Yet you didn’t pull away? “What is going on……tell me what is wrong?” I felt your damp cheek move along my neck and shoulder “You were right, he was cheating on me…”
I had told her in a drunken moment I had seen him out with others and had never liked the way he treated you, presumed he was a scum bag but you finally must of caught him. “Damn sis I am so sorry, I didn’t want to see him hurt you.” You pulled back slightly as your red swollen eyes told me it had been a long night. “You are the only one that has ever loved and protected me right.” an odd comment. “Of course I am your big brother I am always here for you, for anything.” Your eyes dropped with a slight bite to your lip before you looked back at me. “Am I pretty?”
All I could think was can’t you feel my erection “Sure you are, are you serious? Jesus you are one of the hottest girls in the school and every guy is gonna be fighting to get a date with you knowing you are away from that dick!” I found your smile as you beamed a bit. You lay your arms on my shoulders. “Can you kiss me?” I scrunched my face “What?”
“I see you with all the hot girls in school, I hear your a great kisser and well nobody has ever really kissed me, they just want to squeeze my boobs and want oral.” I almost choked as my mind was now completely in the gutter. You leaned in and I just kissed you. My god your mouth was soft, your breath sweet, your hands I could feel them flex on my shoulders and moved down my back as I stepped deeper between your legs. I felt your teeth on my lip as you eventually pulled away with both of us breathing harder now. “My god they were right your kiss is amazing….thank you, I know we have to get ready for school but maybe tonight when we get home I could help you with that……” and with a determined touch your fingers slowly slid along the front of my boxers teasing my already throbbing cock. You hopped of the vanity and hurried off to get ready. I just stood there……….letting the heartbeat in my cock slow before I got dressed. Tonight?
Exploring Desires 