After my latest attempt at the plantation life story and getting an opening for it I took some of the advise I had been given and I am now trying something a bit closer to home. I was thinking of opening with something like this. Or is it too much of a cliche
I was in the bath, my mother had gone to work as usual. She worked in a bar, so I thought. My day was coming to an end, I was tired and all I wanted was sleep. I heard the familiar squeak of the bathroom door open. “Hi, Daddy.” I said with a smile, as I turned around, keeping my body under the bubbles that filled the bath.
Even as upset as I was with him coming into the bathroom again. Whenever I saw him it always felt as if small butterflies were dancing in my stomach. I never did understand why my mother left me alone with him each night, but she did. I knew he wasn’t my natural father, although he was the only male figure I had ever had in my life. Over the last few years I had started to call him Daddy, more for the fun of it than anything else.
He always seemed perfect to me. He was over six feet tall and his body was toned and hard. Tonight, he was wearing a casual white T-shirt that stretched over his thick biceps. I’d seen him wear it before and it had already figured in one of my favorite late-night fantasies. More than once I’d imagined pulling it over his head to run my hands over his strong chest. Even though I knew I should tell him to get out, I still couldn’t help getting a bit distracted with him so close.
He was staring at me, not in a way he had ever done before, I had no idea why, unless it was now that I was eighteen? “ Daddy’ stop staring at me, like that.” I said. His eyes continued looking over the water his eyes wide with a look of lust, “My god Jess you are a fine looking woman. As anyone told you before?”
I snapped back to the present and pulled myself together. “Thanks Daddy! Now get out!” I said. In a small voice.
I looked up at his chiseled features and his steely blue eyes locked on mine. I always thought he was handsome. I was intimidated but I also felt different sensations on this day, I realized I was actually aroused by the intensity in his stare. I had never seen him so focused on me before. A shiver of warmth ran through me as I wondered what it would be like to have his undivided attention on me, and now I had it.
I just lay there silently, unable to say anything. I knew I had no excuse for the way I felt, so I took a deep breath and stood up. “Daddy, if you won't leave could you pass me my robe.”
I was in the bath, my mother had gone to work as usual. She worked in a bar, so I thought. My day was coming to an end, I was tired and all I wanted was sleep. I heard the familiar squeak of the bathroom door open. “Hi, Daddy.” I said with a smile, as I turned around, keeping my body under the bubbles that filled the bath.
Even as upset as I was with him coming into the bathroom again. Whenever I saw him it always felt as if small butterflies were dancing in my stomach. I never did understand why my mother left me alone with him each night, but she did. I knew he wasn’t my natural father, although he was the only male figure I had ever had in my life. Over the last few years I had started to call him Daddy, more for the fun of it than anything else.
He always seemed perfect to me. He was over six feet tall and his body was toned and hard. Tonight, he was wearing a casual white T-shirt that stretched over his thick biceps. I’d seen him wear it before and it had already figured in one of my favorite late-night fantasies. More than once I’d imagined pulling it over his head to run my hands over his strong chest. Even though I knew I should tell him to get out, I still couldn’t help getting a bit distracted with him so close.
He was staring at me, not in a way he had ever done before, I had no idea why, unless it was now that I was eighteen? “ Daddy’ stop staring at me, like that.” I said. His eyes continued looking over the water his eyes wide with a look of lust, “My god Jess you are a fine looking woman. As anyone told you before?”
I snapped back to the present and pulled myself together. “Thanks Daddy! Now get out!” I said. In a small voice.
I looked up at his chiseled features and his steely blue eyes locked on mine. I always thought he was handsome. I was intimidated but I also felt different sensations on this day, I realized I was actually aroused by the intensity in his stare. I had never seen him so focused on me before. A shiver of warmth ran through me as I wondered what it would be like to have his undivided attention on me, and now I had it.
I just lay there silently, unable to say anything. I knew I had no excuse for the way I felt, so I took a deep breath and stood up. “Daddy, if you won't leave could you pass me my robe.”
