In my head, a fantasy burst to life suddenly. Instead of pleasuring myself, I pictured my father standing behind me, one hand on my ass while the other was wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging at my crotch. My breath caught as the sensations in my body exploded with pleasure. My mind was racing with thoughts as I continued to masturbate before the mirror, gliding my fingers up and down along my slit.
Something had changed for me. I couldn't deny it. Ever since that day when I had s*x for the first time and fantasized about my father being the one who took my virginity. I tried to deny it and almost had myself convinced. Until I returned home last night. That day had unlocked something within me that I couldn't explain. Some hidden fetish, maybe. A fantasy, for sure. A desire to ha
