Looking for daughter

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Sitting here at my computer, lazily surfing the internet, I begin to wonder what my daughter "earth goddess" is up to, knowing realising that I hadnt seen her for some time I begin to wonder what kind of present naughty deeds she must be getting in without my supervision....
 
Rushing in from garden with a basket of roses drenched with the early morning dew..."Oh Daddy,I had hoped to meet you at the door,"her arms thrown aound your neck. You hold her back to see how she has grown, when you left she'd been a gangly little thing..now she is on the verge of lush beauty.Her body beginning to bloom,curves yet hidden waiting to be discovered,tasted and experienced. The dress was obviously something her governess had recommended, all fluff and flounces,creamy silk and layers of petticoats. She had the appearance of a lucious confection, some candy maker's fantasy, and here she was all for you. The morning spent gathering flowers had allowed the sun to touch her cheeks with a hint of gold. But the time spent in the garden had also reduced her curls to a tousled cascade that threatened to escape the constraints of the pale silk ribbon entwining it. Had you been staring to long, you pull her to her and delight in the surprised gasp that escapes her...had she heard your thoughts?
"I missed you so Daddy, the house is too lonely with Mamma gone, and everyone has said that I must be the new mistress of the house and help you Daddy...I do not want you to go and leave us again. Teach me to run the house the way she did, I am clever and I know I can learn all the things that she did, I promise that i shall try ever so hard to please you sir." As she gazed up at you you wonder if she has any idea of the cost of her promise...
 
Gazing down into those adoring eyes, I wonder what I could have been thinking letting myself be away from them for so longs, Realising that she is still staring at me in anticipation, I ask her if she is really truely prepared for all the tasks she will have to fufill as misstress of the household, But looking into those eyes I know that she would be willing to do whatever I ask of her, It has been a long time since I've been with a women in that way, not since we lost her mother, and i wonder to myself if I should dare risk asking her to perform thos most intimate duties as the mistress of the house, pondering over this I decide that I will have to wait for a sign that she is willing...
 
"Oh Papa i have made you sad about Mother, of course whatever you ask of me, whatever.." I place my soft lips onto your mouth, kissing me you taste vanilla, I break the kiss and my breath is ragged...(Had you pushed too far)I smile up at you again and biting my lower lip I giggle> Was there more to his kiss I wonder, the dinner bell rings and i slip my small hand into yours as we head back to the house. I wonder what Father would think if he knew that I'd gone through Mother's things and found the letters and the poems and the books...I had learned quite a bit for such a youngster...would he be shocked to know that I had eagerly listened to the maid's idle chatter and the gossip in the kitchen...Would he be angry to find that I had spent the long lonely nights dreaming of his hands and touching myself...not enough to really test myself,simply gentle stroking on my bare skin after bathing...I dreamed that it would be his hands to first open and explore me as he had described in the passionate letters he'd written years before to my mother...mmmmm how i wished I could let him know of my secret...But he was such a good father he will be shocked to ever find this out..this is forbidden father and daughter...As we sat down to eat I sighed in frustration then looked at him shocked as I realized I had sighed aloud and now he was questioning me...
 
Whats the matter baby ? I inquire wondering if I had done or said something to make her unhappy, had I lingered to long in our little kiss ? had she felt my growing bulge when she leaned up to hug me ? Oh god I hope I havent done anything to cause that sigh. She's so like her mother I think to myself, the same eyes, same lips that are just begging to be kissed, oh how I want to kiss those lips, but dare I ? what if I make a move and it turns out that I misinterpreted her actions and she is repulsed by me ? or maybe just as bad, what if she isnt, after all a sexual relationship with your daughter is not only taboo, but grounds for imprisonment.
Oh but how it would be worth it, to touch those soft breasts, and to feel her hands on me. It would almost be like making love to her mother again, there so alike. I decide to myself that I've had enbough I'm going tomake a move so I slowly rise out of my chair noticing how her eyes seem to linger on my bulge as I move toward her chair....
 
"Sorry father I did not mean to disturb you,"keeping my eyes averted from you, I sit shaken by my fantasy. Suddenly you are beside me,I smell your cologne and feel the heat emanating from you. I do not dare raise my eyes because I fear your reaction to the hunger within them. I am sure that you'll punish me for the thoughts and desires that I am allowing to course through my body, sinful wishes of your taste and touch...
 
Please let me not reveal all my most secret longing....I earnestly hope that my blushes will go unnoticed, as it would shame my dear father to know that his purest angel has these terrible wanton thoughts.
 
Originally posted by earthgoddess:
Please let me not reveal all my most secret longing....I earnestly hope that my blushes will go unnoticed, as it would shame my dear father to know that his purest angel has these terrible wanton thoughts.
 
Originally posted by earthgoddess:
Please let me not reveal all my most secret longing....I earnestly hope that my blushes will go unnoticed, as it would shame my dear father to know that his purest angel has these terrible wanton thoughts.
It shames your father naught, to see the radiant blush on your cheeks..wondering what thoughts must be rushing through my angels head..but...thoughts of what, of purity, of wantoness, or of the same thoughts that run through my head each time I gaze upon my angels beauty......
 
OCC yeah you registered..mmm big fuzzy hug to you...this is a quick post I'll write more later..gotta get to work, make the profiteroles...

I can barely catch my breath as I feel you beside me,painfully aware of you now.

I tremble at the heat building within me and am so ashamed of the urges,coursing through my body. My skin is so sensitive just the feeling of your cuffs brushing against me,I shudder at the contrast between the rough cloth of your jacket and my flesh. My eyes close against my will, and I want so badly to run but I am mesmerized by this sensation of utter longing.
 
My heart beats faster, pounding in my chest as you brush against me---the warmth, the innocence of your small body so near-yet so far---Will I, can I, pull you closer to me. bound to me by your longing-my taboo desires----Ohhhh the inner struggle, am I to lose the battle....succumb to the forbidden emotions building with so much intensity....I feel that, little one, you will be my prey!!
 
I lean my head against your side, wishing that this feeling would fade,diminish-let me be...The urge to cry out for your forgiveness at these depraved thoughts almost choking me. Your fingers brush my hair and my humiliation grows. The touch is innocent yet I crave more, little do you know your fingertips set fires on the nape of my neck. A soft moan rises in my throat,and I move languidly against your touch,arching my neck and letting your fatherly touch excite me. Guilt trips me and I sit up abruptly.I begin to babble to distract myself as I extract myself from the chair. I try to avoid touching you as I maneuver around the heavy mahogany table and continue to chatter.
"Father I am going to retire now, it has been a long day for us both and I want an early start tomorrow. This house is in disarray since Mama's passing and needs to be turned out.So goodnight Papa,"
Oh God, I lean forward to kiss you, the way a daughter should-and my lips touch the corner of your mouth...
 
Ohhh..if only my little one knew...how I crave her touch...to feel the warmth...long gone since the passing of her mother..I know baby..you must rest ... but..stay but a while longer...your touch..your gentle kiss stir feelings long suppressed in me...ohhhh I should not be having these thoughts..I should be on my knees begging forgiveness...or.......
 
My head tilts slightly and I lose myself in the sweet taste of the dinner's wine on your mouth. I break the kiss off and stare, at you-I had felt the shift in the kiss,you pulled me close like a lover not a child. I simply stare into your eyes waiting for your decision because my dearest Father I will not pull away.
 
OCC-look no underage characters-but still fun

Just wanted to have an example of how much fun you can have without the underage issue poppping up-look no ages,descriptive terms that allow the reader and participants to fantasize about the age of the young lady...so fun and easy!!!I decided that as I had been such a snit goddess about the underage thing that needed to lead by example-now this is not the most wonderfully written piece but it did lead to some fun chat...and of course if anyone else would like to play please feel free-
thanks,
the goddess formerly known as snit
 
OOC: all words fail me

*chuckles* I was already wondering how come this little piece of fantasy had reappeared on the top again *winks*

it is a good example though of how to deal with the ahe subject, and it was fun reading *lol* reminded me of the first days after this BB was opened and before the character age was an issue at all.
 
Why thank you Madam since I had been on vacation and was feeling remorseful about my temper tantrums concerning character ages I decided to resurrect this archaic piece from the ancient past-what is this from*blows dust off thread* oh yes April I think...I felt a need to lead by example and now I can feel vindicated if the need to snit does reoccur...as long as no one asks me to touch his bugle I am fine...
 
I liked this thread-really I did

Well I am dragging this out of the closet in the hopes that some wonderful literate person-or persons with an appreciation for Victorian erotica will jump into this and play-puh-lease!!!!
I am really fun-ask shyguy and hecate they'll vouch for me-heck ask ravenloft-he knows how entertaining I am!!!
God Almighty I feel like the last kid picked for dodge ball-this is a recreation of my fourth grade gym class-but without the kid who smelled like paste.
Well here's hoping!
 
OOC: look who's talking

*lol* I can't believe you resurrected that nice bit .... and I hope someone will pick up soon - I would love to see it continued
 
Well hello my Mistress-how is your knee? I do so hope someone will come to play with me-Where is Whit00ek-he'd be a fabulous Daddy!
 
Following you with my eyes as you run up the steps to bed, then with my ears as the old wooden floors creak gently, I suddenly come to a decision. My inner turmoil, however, only increases as I rise to my feet and follow your path upstairs. I come to your room, pushing the door open slightly and poking my head inside. You are already in bed, your eyes closed; crossing the room, I sit on the edge of the bed and place one large, gentle hand on your head.
"Dearest, are you asleep yet?"
 
OOC-Woo Hoo!

Feeling your gentle touch I stir and smile sleepily at you. My features softening in the light from the candle, echos of my late mother play about my lips as they curve into a smile.
"No Daddy I am not yet asleep,"I smooth the covers over my legs. My nightgown primly buttoned to the pale skin of my throat,the cream silk gently falling over my shoulders.I lean forward to try and read your face-dare I hope for something more than a fatherly goodnight?
 
"I just wanted to tell you that you remind me very much of your mother," I said. I take a deep breath, trembling all over for some reason. Once again coming to an inner decision, I bend down and kiss your mouth, my hand toying with the top button of that silky nightgown.
 
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