(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.
Looking at your perfect body laying there awaiting my loving touch. Fingertips grazing your skin as you close your eyes and let me worship your body. How I ache to be inside you but to gently touch you and see you respond to it is far to arousing to stop. Do you like when I touch you baby?
I could here you both arguing in the other room. I couldn’t think straight so I tossed open the door. “What are you two arguing about!” Your red faces let me know it was something you didn’t want to admit. “Both of you have 10 seconds to tell me what you are fighting over!” Lowered eyes and giggles.
“Ummmm well we snuck in while you were showering last night to watch you and we were arguing over which one of us should get to suck your big cock daddy.” Your shy eyes resting on my crotch now as you are biting lips and giggling more. I was shocked at first.
“Oh well, I think there is only one solution to your little spat…..” I walk over to the bed and remove my pants. I lay back on the bed “……….come on girls you know its big enough to share. Why don’t you show daddy what those pretty mouths do.”
A hot one today as the sun beat down on us. I had been working on the yard and you in your garden. By mid day we were sweaty, dirty, and needing a break when you stood up and started to walk over to the lake. “Baby what are you doing?” You just look back and start to take off your clothes. I rushed after you pushing off my shorts as I quickly gained on you. Scooping you up in my arms and carrying you into the cool water you wrap your arms and legs around me. Passionate kisses as we slowly submerge.
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You overheard me joking with my best friend over a few beers last weekend. Those little things that turn us on. Glasses? Ponytails? We went back and forth while you listened in. Playful innocence I said? Spankings for naughty girls?
You went into the bedroom and pulled out the glasses you only used for reading. Found some bands to put your hair up and found loose white lingerie. Looking in the mirror….now what should you do to earn the spanking?
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As you slept I slipped on a blindfold and tied your wrists lightly. You always slept so deeply. I pulled back the sheets and gently opened your legs, easing my tongue between your folds. It didn’t take long for your juices to sweeten as I flickered it over your clit. Then a slow, deep sucking on your swollen bud is when I heard that first moan of the day. Heavy hitching breaths and whimpers as I devoured you. Good morning my lover.
It wasn’t my birthday, nor was it fathers day, Christmas, or any real occasion. However you knew how I liked little surprises so you stood in the bedroom waiting for me to come home. I called out for you and you let me know you needed me upstairs. Heavy footsteps gave away my distance as I pushed open the door to find you there. “Oh what a sexy little gift I see” all it took was a slow pull as I knelt down. Laying your leg over my shoulder I tasted the evening treat you had ready for me. I think this was a two sided gift.
When he started on the cheerleading squad most on campus teased him. For a man his size he should be playing ball. He just shrugged it off. The cheerleaders had been begging him for months as they needed a lifter and with several close friends on the squad and a night of drinking they had talked him into helping. The promised him he would not regret his choice.
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Sitting there with you between my legs where you belong, a slow rough hand moving along your creamy skin as I hold your leash. When you first joked about being my pet, we had a good laugh, but when you tried on the collar at the pet store I saw a glimmer in your eyes. I knew how playful you were and how it would make you feel. To be mine, to be claimed, to be owned, to be loved. So I sit here and listen to those little purrs you make as I run my strong hand over your body. Admiring your purrrrrrrfection with a smirk on my face. I think you are going to need to be very comfortable in this position tonight.
I had to travel all weekend and all I can think about is coming home to find you naked on all fours in bed waiting. I want that sweet ass raised up in the air and your little smirk turned toward me as I set down my bags and undress. I want to be able to see that pussy is already wet with anticipation so when I climb up behind you and bury my cock into you it gushes down my shaft. Long deep powerful strokes with my fist in your hair and one on your ass to keep you steady. God how I ache to see you this way and you better believe I am going to fuck the hell out of you if you are waiting and ready!
I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.
You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.
It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.
Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.
How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???
“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.
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