Dad Comes Home Early

My sleep is deep as the ocean. I swim in the haze of my subconscious. I glide easily from dream to dream without memory of the intervening time.

My dreams are hot, sweaty, and ferociously erotic.

Each lewd snippet is unique but a commonality runs through each of them like the connecting chain of a charm bracelet. In each my partner is always the same.

A man, a real man, a big man. A wide deep chest with thick black, though graying, hair covering it like a coat of fur. Strong thickly muscled arms that move me and hold me with the ease one might with a baby. Huge powerful hands that can clasp most of the way around my slender neck. A rugged bearded jawline and short cut hair and deep brown eyes the same shade as my own. He is massive, a brute of a specimen. I am utterly helpless against his masculine might, yet I trust the figure like no lover before.

He takes me in various ways in various locations. He takes me like no one else could. Handling my slender body with such ease in his strong hands.

The things this man does to me turns my will and trembling flesh to jelly.

Somewhere far, far away I have a dim awareness of another place and another reality. I hear movement. Quiet, muffled motions of approaching footsteps...the sound of cloth over cloth...the sound of careful walking nearby...the sound of a deep whispered voice muttering...movement...movement beside me...a great weight coming to rest beside me on a large shared bed...

I am awoken by a soft kiss to my shoulder. The kiss of someone with a beard and mustache.

I hear my father's smooth baritone voice whisper into my ear. "Hey honey, I got home early."

My eyes snap open and I am awake in an instant. The room which had been so bright when I fell asleep was now dark as pitch. The kind of dark where all you could make out are different depths of inky black. Beside me looms the huge dark shape of my father laying on his side facing me. The aroma of his oh so familiar cologne fills my senses, a smell old and familiar, a smell from a lifetime of memories stretching back to my very first recollections.

Daddy was home!!! He was home and he thought I was my mother!!!

His wide strong thick fingered right hand runs over my head then neck then shoulder, rubbing me lovingly. In the darkness he finds my lips and kisses them. He kisses me in a way I was not used to. Not a father's kiss, but a husband's and a lover's.

His calloused hand makes its way to my breast...and he pushes into it, squeezing it with obvious rising desire.

Nuzzling into my neck he kisses me again, his beard ticking my sensitive nape, and he whispers. "You awake baby?"

The real question behind his question rang out loud and clear!