Note: This story is entirely fictional. Even so, it depicts a tale concerning two adult-aged individuals. On another note, fantasy roleplay is a healthy form of sexual expression among consenual, unrelated adults -- always over the age of 18.
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Krissy could not pinpoint the moment that she started to see her father differently. It was just that somehow, over time, she began to notice how appealing he was in so many ways. Maybe it was the way that other women reacted to him – instantly taken in by his good looks, charm and genuine concern and empathy for others. While she was selfish for most of her teenage years – not appreciating the way that he loved and cared for her – now that she was a young woman, she could see how lucky she was to have him as her father. Truthfully, she adored him.
Following that onset of newfound appreciation, Krissy started to feel drawn to him in ... other ways. And the moment that started she CAN pinpoint. For a long time, her Daddy was strict, not permitting Krissy to date until she turned 18. Of course, this seemed frustrating and unfair, especially when everyone she knew was in a relationship or at LEAST hooking up. She threw a few hissy fits about this, all to no avail. And the one time she lied to him and got caught while just PLANNING the date ... well ...she was not about to do that again.
Almost immediately after her 18th birthday, Krissy had a date. She was on the verge of gleeful and really playing it up for her father. It turned out, however, that Jimmy was nothing short of brutish. When accepting a date from Mike a couple of weeks later, well... It was the same thing. And when Gabe treated her just about the same...she came home, ran upstairs, and burst into tears in her bedroom.
Krissy heard a soft knock at the door and her gut instinct was to yell, "go away!" After a pause, the door opened a crack, and then some more.
"Dad! I really want to be left alone... Please..." she said, but not with real conviction.
He came in anyway, and sat, silent, on the edge of her bed. She stayed where she was, sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, head bent down and resting on her knees, back leaning against the bed, just a couple of feet away from where her Daddy sat, continuing to hold his silence.
"Why does every guy have to be such a jerk?!" she burst out suddenly.
Krissy jerked her head toward her father, daring him to say, "I told you so," but he did not. What she saw was complete love and care and concern. Enough to soften her and to help her open up to sharing her real feelings with him.
"Daddy," she said, "Is that really how all guys are going to act? I mean, I have gone out on three dates now, and all they seem interested in is..."
With this, she looked up into her Daddy's face. He was not judging, just listening. He moved closer to her, staying seated on the bed, reached out a hand and stroked her wet cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Tell me, sweetie..." he said softly.
She took a deep, shuddering breath.
"All they are interested in is ... touching me. And getting their groping hands all over me and ... sex. That is what they want! I mean..."
She stole a glance at her father again...
"I mean, I am CURIOUS about that and all, but... God! Can't we go out on a few dates first?!"
Her father made a bizarre sound between a laugh and a growl, probably thinking that he would like to rip apart the guy who wanted to get in his little girl's pants and knowing exactly how it is that guys operate.
"Krissy. Sweetie," Daddy said. "You have to be patient. That was only a few dates. And NOT that I approve, but you can hardly blame them for wanting to look more closely at your beautiful self. I might have done the same thing at their age if I were on a date with someone like you. You have to have faith that the RIGHT guy will come along for you. And he will love and cherish you as you deserve. I promise, sweetie..."
She considered him for a moment, wiping some stray tears from her eyes. And THAT was the moment – right there – that she started to REALLY see her Daddy differently. She knew, at that very moment that she wanted him to be that 'right guy'. And she knew that he would be perfect.
Krissy started to formulate a plan that very night.
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Although...it was not as easy as she had thought it would be. For the next few weeks, she tried prancing around the house in some filmier than usual shirts and nighties. She knew if she tried to wear something scandalous out of the house, that would just make him angry. So she avoided that. She tried making him dinner and hanging around the house more often...watching TV with him...snuggling close to him on the couch... But he seemed to just be his usual self – not noticing what she was trying to do at all. Frankly, she was starting to feel a little desperate...
One night, she was doing her usual chores around the house and when emptying the trash can in her father's office, she noticed a catalog partially buried under some other papers in the garbage. She pulled it out carefully...it was a catalog filled with some of the nastiest looking pictures she had every laid eyes on... and they were all on DVD covers. She was shocked that her Daddy had this. Maybe it was a mistake. But...then again, maybe it wasn't. And then, the lightbulb went on in her head... Time for drastic measures.
She took the catalog up to her bedroom. After examining page after page at least three or four times each, she decided... Krissy was going to order a DVD called 'Who's Your Daddy' ... that should probably get the message across! She smiled to herself and snuck into her Daddy's bedroom, taking his credit card from his dresser, and placed the order that very night. Well, that is step one, she thought...
