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.