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sisterly love When I first met and fell in love with my Daddy I wasn’t into too many kinky things. Growing up my biological father had molested me and my sister a lot and I’d let the doggy lick my pussy many times but the only thing that might have been considered extreme or strange was the fact that one of my boyfriends used to basically me out for cigarettes and alcohol and stuff. Obviously there was some uous or family love stuff already going on but I never saw any of my siblings as potential sources of sexual fun or release. During our first few weeks of fucking Papa said a lot of nasty filthy perverted things in my ear partially to just arouse the heck out of me but also to sort of feel me out to see what I liked and didn’t like. He’d talk about sharing me with a group of men and it would sure make my cunt gush but afterwards I’d tell him as hot as it sounded I didn’t want to really do it and he would completely understand. It might come up again as pillow talk with the same gushy effect but he’d let me know right after that he was just doing sexy talk and not serious. So respectful was my Father from day one. It was during one of these filthy talking moments that Daddy mentioned my siblings. I admitted to all sorts of thoughts and deeds regarding my brothers but he slyly turned the conversation towards my sister. There I was on my back with his cock deep in me and holding him super tight and he was asking if I’d ever shared a boy or lover with her. At first I was worried he was going to try to steer the conversation towards him sleeping with her because we were still so new and I obviously didn’t fully know or trust him yet. He never even hinted at it though he just talked about us having a threesome with a male. Eventually I relaxed and let my mind drift into the world he was trying to pull me into and found it quite exciting there. My orgasms were definitely a new level of intense as a result. No less than a week later the opportunity did present itself for me to make this moment Papa had verbalized come true. I was actually visiting my childhood home and away from him which was odd enough but I was also around my sister and her boyfriend. At this point Daddy had encouraged me to do all manner of things wild and crazy so at some point I did manage to make it so the three of us were sharing a bed together but it was mostly harmless cuddling. Without just blurting things out I was pretty obvious about what I wanted but I think my sister wasn’t into it. I mean I did spoon her boyfriend and grind my ass up against him so there’s no denying his interest. Nothing happened though. I even turned back hoping to kiss him but he was looking over my head at my sister I think. No<b> cheating </font></b>heart there which I suppose is good for her. And that is how it goes. One day Daddy may whisper some other fantastically perverted thing in my ear and if I am in the mood I might just try to make it happen. He makes it abundantly clear through word and action that he is satisfied with us just the way we are and that variety is absolutely not necessary just a fun possibility. We have our whole life together to explore so I’m in no hurry to abandon my safe space behind him where I belong. In fact I barely want to peek out sometimes. I am quite content and so is He but that doesn’t mean we don’t talk about things like involving others, including people like my own sister. If it’s spice or variety we need those verbalized but unrealized fantasies work just fine. Cycling through them is actually quite exhilarating at times. I never know if I’m going to be hearing about spending my days as an actual bitch living in a kennel and getting fucked by doggies or displayed on a hotel balcony for all passing by to see or just what. |
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Some fantasies are not supposed to be realized. But their recognition is essential to our mental health. Once when I was a teacher and we had a fire drill, I passed the "In Case of Fire, Pull Cord" lever with my class. I laughingly mentioned to one of my brighter students that every time I pass one of those, I have the urge to pull it. (But then I added, "but of course, I never do.") The child suddenly smiled and exclaimed, "So do I! I'm so glad I'm not the only one!" I explained to him that we have those urges and the distress at the possibility of acting on them to keep us from following through, and actually doing it. They are a healthy reaction that keeps us safe and out of trouble. People who do not have that kind of thought pattern, are often impulsive and actually go through with foolish acts. The kid smiled for the rest of the day, maybe for the rest of his life. (I learned this in an abnormal psych class fifty years ago.)
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Nice story again! I would love to see you being fucked in a kennel..... You are so sweet and sexy and innocent, that gives me quite the thrill!  thanks for your blog, I enjoy reading it a lot! When you come to a fork in the road, take it. __Yogi Berra
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