Daddy Lucifer
Frustrating, dooming thoughts, because I still could not get him out of my mind.
I began to fantasize, as much as I am not proud, that is the best, most honest way to put it. My body was still inflamed, was still craving more of that fire it had tasted. I had always thought that I would never ever in my existence think of my step- father sexually, despite how blazing hot he is, despite how attractive his power sometimes is, despite the inimitable, raw sex appeal he possesses- but here I am now, fantasizing about him in the shower, here I am imagining vividly how things would have went had I not resisted.