I Fantasize About Sex With My Father.I without a doubt am attracted to older men. I think the part that differs for me with this "daddy complex" is that my father and I have always had a good relationship. Also, my older man interests occasionally are directed at him. I realize this may be strange to some, but I have had these fantasies for almost 7 years now regularly. In fact, I could tell you exactly the moment they started. It was the summer before I enterred grade 10.
Ever since I was little I enjoyed sleeping (literally, not sexually) with an older man. I have always found cuddling up to a warm masculine body extremely relaxing to me. It just always felt right. My father, grandfather, or even just a male friend did the trick. I often travelled with my father and always insisted that a single bed room was fine. As I grew older he become more reluctant to cave in to my requests, but he always let me have my way. When we would go camping, I would always insist he cuddled with me as we slept, we only had a small tent. It was on one of our summer trips that an incident occured, changing the way I looked at my father for the rest of my life.
It wasn't anything extreme, and cuddling up together like this, what happened was almost inevitable. Thinking back I understand why he was probably more and more reluctant to sleep with me as I grew older. I'mnot sure why it hadn't crossed my mind yet at 15 years old already. I mean, I gues this isn't something most 15 year old daughters do with their father and this is probably the reason.
Anyhow, as the story goes, we were on a camping trip with some family and friends visitting during the summer holidays. My mother never liked camping, and these outings were alwaysconsidered a daddy/daughter bonding experience that she stayed away from. Our tent was small and only allowed for two people on a small foamy and a couple bags anyways.
I remember that day being so hot we left the sleeping bags in the car and just slept over a sheet. I slept in my bikini bottoms and a baby t. Dad slept it his boxers as he always did. During the night as it cooled a little I remember awakening and cuddling up to him, eventually he rolled over and I snuggled into his body allowing him to spoon me, his big arm wrapped around me keepingme warm, just how I liked it.
I'm not sure how long I layed there basking in his warmth before it happened, but suddenly I took notice. Sort of half asleep I took a bit to clue into what was taking place. I felt a hard pressing against my thighs from behind. I wiggled my butt against it to try and get comfortable, pressing it harder against me, until I felt the hard tip poking at my butt. Suddenly I was wide awake as I realized what it was I had felt. My father's penis was growing harder and harder against my bottom wedgedin the crease between my legs.
At first I held still and breathless, but curiosity got the better of me. I gently wiggled my butt against the growing feel behind me. Side to side I wiggled, then forward and back feeling his **** grow to full size, poking into the pocket where my butt met my crotch and the backs of my legs. Then I realized something felt different. Warm and soft, yet still hard and almost threatening,not the feel of fabric. I've thought about this for years, and the best word I can use to describe it is that it just felt "right" at that moment. What I was feeling was his bare penis against my skin. The tip had somehow found its way out if the flap in the front of his shorts, and my continuing to grind against him had worked it just about completely free.
I continued to rock against him, intentionally trying to work of his hardon free from his shorts without waking him. In doing so I parted my legs a little and while rubbing against him, his hardon slipped up between my thighs and glided along my crotch, right across my mons and resting against my sex. I closes my legs gripping his hard penis and feeling its warmth. I had him pinned tight against my *****. I could feel the heat and the throbbing coming from it through the fabric of my bikini bottoms and I became incredibly incredibly arroused.
I held him like this for a what felt like forever. I layed perfectly still, almost breathless. I considered reaching down and taking his **** in my hand to feeland stroke it it. I eventhought about pulling the strings of my bikini bottom, slipping it off, and allowing him to rub his hard **** against my bare *****. My mind was running wildwith the possibilities and I just wanted to play with his **** so bad it hurt.
What I actually did was panic. I gently rolled away from careful not to wake.him and left the tent running to the camp washrooms where i locked myself in the stall and cried in confusion. What did I just do? I was just playing with my father's arroused penis. I was even considered slipping it along my bare ***** for a moment. Then the rest of my thoughts of the nasty things I was considering doing with it came back, and I took notice of how arroused I had been. I was absolutely dripping wet the entire time. I touched myself and I tingled in a way I rarely did. I couldn't resist ************ at that moment, so I brought myself to an ****** sitting right on the toilet ina public washroom before returning to the tent, where I couldn't keep myself from doing it again. I gently pushed myself back against my father again inhopes that he would harden againstme again (he didn't) and slid my hand to my crotch, gently rubbing myself to another ******.
Eventually I fell back asleep and we both woke up like nothing had ever happened. The memory of his hard penis clenched between my thighs up against my tingling ***** was buried in my mind though. It stll is today. I can close my eyes and feel that exact moment all over again. I *********** frequently in the weeks following always with new exciting fantasies involving my father. I began to tease him intentionally, to flaunt my body around him, and dress more provocatively in his presence, always hoping he would take notice.
We would still sleep together on occassion still and I always made a point of attempting to get him hard again, or getting him to grope me in a more sexual way. Nothing ever came of these fantasies aside from some teasing on my part, but fantasies of showering with him while his big hands soaped my naked body, or getting on my knees and taking him in my mouth in thefamily living room, always filled my mind. I couldn't keep track of how many nights I layed in bed ************, dreaming of what it would be like for him to throw the door open, come in, and ravish my body.
These fantasies still persist to this day from time to time, all stemming from that one incident. I know I'm not alone in having thoughts like these, and I thought I'd share here, because I do love talking about it. I know there's been many girls who have experienced similar situations, or gone on to have similar fantasies about the men in their families. I also understand that men have similar fantasies abotu their daughters,and I think that EP offers a great lace for us to all tell our stories without worrying what anyone has to say about them. It's just not something you admit to your girlfriends over coffee , if you know hat I mean, lol.
Anyways, thanks for reading a out my experience.