"But Daddy, what will it feel like?"
"Only you can know, little one. No feeling on Earth could ever describe or mimic what you've asked for."
Instantly her mind drifted towards all possible scenarios her request might relate to. She couldn't think of a single one.
But for all intents and purposes it seemed the most natural thing a man could do, right?
And it's not like the idea was so far fetched, it happened every day, all over the World.
In a moment of unbridled passion and tender honesty she had groaned into Daddy's ear what she wanted from him tonight:
She wanted to him to release deep inside her. To give her everything he had to offer. To claim her in this very special and personal way.
Never before had she vocalized this desire, though she felt so safe in its telling because she and Daddy were deeply connected as only others in such a similar dynamic could understand.
Part of her considered that this may be a woman's intuition, that nature's ancient call was reaching out to her over countless generations, asking her to play her part in it's eternal role.
Yes, perhaps, but this seemed too grandiose, and she much preferred the more approachable and transparent reason: Daddy had claimed her in many ways over the course of their tryst but never like this.
She wanted him in this way. To be taken by him, to know what it was like to feel so intensely connected to another soul, to better understand and have just a momentary glimpse of what it meant to be bred, though previously they'd both agreed this was not an aspect either wanted to undertake.
In addition, she hadn't felt nearly as close or connected to other previous partners, and therefore had no inclination to partake in such an act. And Daddy was so supportive -
she knew she was in good hands with him. Strong hands. Powerful hands. Hands that caused her to melt with each caress....
"Kitten?"
She snapped back into the moment and found herself looking up into his sparkling eyes, which were beset with both wisdom and vitality as he looked upon her.
She adored this face, and knew he felt the same when her gaze was returned.
But, unmistakably, it was the devilish, reassuring nod that truly set her off. For he had taken the time and patience to understand the origins of her desires, so when a smirk appeared across his lips she knew there was no malice or ill-intent in his heart, only a prospect for offering she truly needed. A partner to guide her and carry her towards a new found way of living.
"Sorry, Daddy, I drifted."
"Yes, I know." He said with a smile.
They lay naked, entwined in one another, unadorned, similar yet superbly unique. This profound expulsion of the norm was so satisfying they often expressed to one another how there was no where else they ever wanted to be.
Daddy kissed her once more on the forehead, a gesture he'd done a thousand times but one she would never tire from. And by habit he pulled her closer to him in a type of forceful caress, a move as personalized as a signature that stated, 'you belong to me.' Without a doubt this always drove her completely wild, and she curled into him to further the connection.
"Mmmm... that's my kitten..."
