Chapter 1: Thoughts of Leaving Home

I guess I’m what some people would call a “daddy’s girl”. Over the past few years I’ve had sex with a lot of guys but there’s one I want to be with the most. While I may have lost count of the number of cocks I’ve sucked, there’s one I’ll never forget. It’s been more than three years since we first did it, but it still seems like each time is new for me. I love being his daughter, pleasing him in ways no other girl can. As independent as I am in most every other aspect of my life, submitting to my father’s needs and desires is an honor, not a chore.

Just to be clear, there’s nothing kinky going on between me and my dad. I never pretend to be his lover or do anything to suggest I’m taking the place of my mom. Indeed, my mom’s an incest daughter herself, so she fully supports me. While it may be hard for people who have never been involved in real incest to understand, I’m my father’s daughter, he’s my dad, and we’ve always maintained that special relationship. Yes, being his daughter makes it my obligation to please him but that doesn’t make me his slave or my Dom or anything weird. I prefer to compare it to biblical submission where I give myself to him out of love and honor, not anything forced or nonconsensual.

So hopefully with THAT set straight...

Although I was excited about going back to school for my sophomore year, it also meant leaving home again and thus leaving behind my parents. Of all the things I missed being away at school, not being with my parents had definitely been the most difficult to deal with. It wasn’t that I missed the sex itself, although getting laid at my conservative Christian university wasn’t the easiest thing in the world by any means. It was more I missed pleasing my father as I knew only me, as his daughter, could.

Of course I would never claim my dad has to fuck me to prove he loves me. Even so, sex is one way of showing me in the most intimate manner just how much he loves me and yes, how much he desires me. Like any girl, it makes me feel good about myself when other men look at me with lust in their eyes and a bulge in their pants, but that’s not anything really special. However, to have your own father give you that same look, knowing it’s your own father feeling that way about you, knowing how much he desires and NEEDS you, now THAT is special.