Chapter 1: My Feelings for My Dad

Let me start right out by saying that my dad is the greatest dad in the world. Of course, I COULD be a little biased, but so what? After all, shouldn’t EVERY girl believe that HER dad is the greatest in the world?

OK, so I admit that my dad has always spoiled me, probably more than I deserved. While he’s never shared his tax return with me, I’m well aware that he earns an incredible income though his legal practice and as such, money has never been a big issue for our family. Even so, I wasn’t raised in a mansion nor are there any expensive European cars in the garage, but that’s more because that’s how my parents CHOSE to live, not because they HAD to. Even though there’s not many physical needs that I have been “deprived” of and I appreciate everything I have, that’s not the only reason (or even the biggest one) why I say my dad is the best in the world.

More important than money, my dad is simply amazing to be around. He is smart, witty, and people seem to naturally want to be with him. OK, so maybe he’s not the most handsome guy in the world, but I don’t think many people are so superficial as to be concerned about that once they get to know him.

Whether they realize it or not, fathers have a tremendous impact on the development of their daughters. Perhaps the one area where my dad had the most influence on me was his day-to-day relationship with my mother. His love for her was obvious and his devotion to her absolute. She was THE number one person in his life and thorough his actions, everyone who knew him understood that without him having to say a word about it.

People sometimes criticize me for saying my dad “fucks me”, arguing that I should phrase it more like he “makes love to me” or even simply “has sex with me”. After seeing what it means for a husband to “make love” with his wife, I could never presume to ever have that sort of relationship with anyone - at least not until I have a husband of my own.

In my heart I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dad loves me - but as his DAUGHTER, which is totally different than what he shared with my mother, his WIFE. Of course when it comes time for me to be married, I will treat my husband with the same love, devotion and respect that my parents demonstrated to me in their daily lives.

I also love my dad for the way he respects me as his daughter and as a woman. What more can you say about a man who knows that as his obedient daughter, I would do anything for him without hesitation (yes, ANYTHING), regardless of how I might feel about it, yet has never abused this “power” by asking for something that he knows I wouldn’t enjoy or want to do. I know there are things he enjoys, such as anal sex, yet he has never even brought the subject up with me, let alone make me have to feel like I have to do it just to please him or to prove I am properly obedient and submissive.

Another word on my father’s respect for me ... While at the time I was clueless, I know today that my father lusted for me sexually from an early age, going even so far as back as when I was eight and my mother first had me touch his cock as part of my sexual education. Seeing me masturbating after I turned eleven must have stirred some deep feelings within him yet he never did anything to indicate it to me.

The hardest things for him had to be when I started having sex with boys. Indeed, it must have all but overwhelmed him to learn that the daughter he so craved had given her virginity to some sixteen year-old boy. Even everyday things, like showering with me, being in the hot tub naked together, and such must have been terribly tempting for him as I grew into my teen years.