Losing Grip

The confirmation shakes me right down to my core. Strange new emotions that I had been bottling up since last night are unleashed and roll through my psyche like a tsunami. Tears roll down my temples as I stare up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, tears of unabashed joy.

This was really happening!

Gathering my wits I **** myself to come back down to Earth. As fast I can I wrap up my goodbyes and well wishes to my mother and grandmother. Once more I am struck by my complete lack of contrition as I text with my Mom, the woman whose husband had fucked me just last night in HER marriage bed. Again, no guilt, no regret, no disgust or revulsion, only taboo desire. I was such a bad girl.

While the texts did nothing to dent my shameless conscience they did spark a useful memory. With my trip to the clinic the next thing on my agenda I am reminded of a conversation my mother and I had just a few months ago. She was going on and on about the copper IUD she had gotten, a simple procedure that only took a few minutes at the doctor's. Not only did it mean nearly flawless protection from unwanted pregnancies it also, and this was the part that interested me in particular, could act as emergency contraception after the fact as long as you got it within a few days.

A light goes off in my mind. Perfect!

Forget the morning after pill, this was the way to go. With this in place I could have all the unprotected sex I wanted with very minimal risk of getting knocked up. I wasn't interested in it before because, to be blunt, I didn't trust Josh enough not to be fucking around on me behind my back. If Josh had anything I sure as hell didn't want to get it. And just on a base level I never liked the idea of him cumming inside of me. But with Daddy...mmmmm...Daddy I trusted. He was in a committed long term relationship. He didn't sleep around. Besides, if he had anything the damage would already be done after last night. Also, after feeling him so raw and natural there was no way I wanted sully our love with a nasty rubber sheath. With Daddy not only didn't I mind if he creampied me...I craved it!

Closing my eyes I slip a hand between my legs and slide my middle finger along my dewy labia as I remember the thick manly cock stretching me open and that wonderful warm wet feeling of Daddy's creampie as his softening manhood slid out of me. He fucked me soooo good. What a man!

“Ohhhhh!” I sigh as my finger prods just a bit deeper. “Ohhh God!”

With a shake of the head I bring myself back to the present yet again. Focus Fawn, focus! If things went as I suspected they would I would be basking in that feeling again very soon.

I spring from my bed ready and raring to take on the day.

I am already coming up with a story for my doctor about how my boyfriend's condom broke last night as I dress and get ready. Initially I was going to dress in jeans and a t shirt but today...today I wanted to look nice. Pretty. Today I wanted to be a girly girl. I choose my cutest panties then slip into a breezy yellow sundress patterned with pretty pink and white flowers. I look at myself in the mirror and twirl in place, the short skirt of the dress lifts to give a glimpse of the lacy pink panties. I looked as good as I felt.

Stepping into a pair of matching yellow flip flops I tuck my phone into my small handbag and head out of my room. There was a chance I wouldn't be able to get in to see my doctor but I knew that wasn't likely. We had the best insurance money could buy and our family doctor's practice was one of the finest in the city. They had a short and exclusive list of clients and they took care of them well.

As I walk through our palatial home I am suddenly acutely aware of the incredible wealth and security this place provide me that I normally took for granted. I lived in this beautiful house with no rent or bills to worry about. I was given a generous allowance so that I could concentrate on my schooling and not have to work. As I get into my little red Fiat 500 that I had been given for my high school graduation I recognize that few of my friends received such boons with no strings attached. A feeling of humble gratitude fills my heart like never before. I had my hard working father to thank for it all.

Daddy looked after his Kitten so good. It was about time I looked after him.

That day whizzes by like a delightful dream. The breeze felt fantastic on the bare skin of my legs. The bright sunny day warmed my flesh and made all the colors of the city pop with vibrant life. The music on the radio was bopping and bit of food I did eat was the best I'd ever tasted. I never knew life could be this good. I could have been hit by a bus and I don't think I even would have felt it.

The only reason I pick up my phone was to check if it was Dad. Friends and classmates text and call but I ignore them all, most of them likely wanting to ask about what happened with Josh. I knew I couldn't hide my joy and I didn't want to have to answer their questions. My happiness was a secret and that made it feel all the more precious.

The doctor's office proves no challenge. I was seen right away and after a short conversation the procedure was done no problem at all. As I lay on the table, my legs up in the stirrups and staring up at the bright fluorescent lights, I keep my purpose for being here firmly in mind. There is only a slight pinch and before I knew it I was on my way.

My next stop was the boutique where Mom got her perfume. I knew I could just use what my mother had at home but something about that didn't sit right with me. I wanted my own bottle. I didn't want anything from that woman...except her man.

Even as it is happening I have a sense that I was losing my grip on reality. Every thought of my Mom brought with it intense feelings of jealousy and resentment. Every thought of my Dad had me soaring through the clouds. These were not balanced and rational feelings and yet...I couldn't care less.

My only care in the world was finding a way back into the arms of the man I loved. My big, strong, successful, confident, handsome, perfect man. My interest in my father might have started as a naughty kink but now, having tasted of the forbidden fruit, it had grown into so much more.

I loved my Daddy with all of my heart, I always had, but it was different now. I didn't just love him, I was IN love with him. A feeling that made all of my silly girlish crushes of the past seem like cheap paltry things. Unlike those juvenile interests this was REAL.

I finish my outing with a light lunch and a bit of shopping where I pick up some skimpy lingerie just for fun. The ladies at the store can't help but smile at me as I bounce and titter around the shop like a rhapsodic pixie. My giddy happiness was positively infectious.

With nothing left to do I zip home as quickly as I could. There was no hurry as I still had hours to wait until dark, but there was nowhere else I would rather be.