The perfect partner is also open to using character refs/gifs/etc.

I've tried talking to your mother about your habit of walking around the house in nothing but a t-shirt and your favorite panties, but she doesn't seem to see the big deal. Despite my reservations, she insists that I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. It's just skin and fabric, she says. I get that you're a grown woman and can do anything you want, and sure, I understand there's nothing inherently shameful about the human form, but I never thought I'd be distracted by a veritable rainbow of undergarments these past few weeks. Whether it's at breakfast in the morning, the odd appearance in the afternoon, or the evenings when I wish you goodnight, I can never quite be sure just what you'll be wearing, or more importantly, what you won't.

Your mom says I should be supportive, and it's hard to argue. I've done that all your life, haven't I? I suppose I can see the merit in it regardless. It could just be just another phase, but even if it's not, the sooner it's normalized, the sooner it's normal, right? Or maybe it's one of those situations where the second your old-fashioned old man is on board, it stops being cool and everything goes back to sweatpants and messy buns.

Either way, there's no harm in trying, right?

As you saunter out of the kitchen with a drink in your hand and spring in your step, another splash of vibrant color catches my eye from the couch across my laptop. Steeling myself with a sip of my drink, I set the cup down on the coffee table and call over to you before you reach the stairs and retreat to your room.

"Hey, sweetheart," I venture optimistically, but the hesitance in my tone suggests I'm still treading carefully. "Cute panties."

Classic father daughter scene with a bit of teasing and building up as I unravel the mystery of the prominent panties. For this particular play, I'd rather we keep things lighthearted and fun instead of dark and depraved. Hell, maybe you didn't think there was anything sexual about it at all until I complimented your underwear. Perhaps our spiral into naughtiness is unintentionally more my fault than yours, despite my good intentions. Maybe you're an infernal tease. Put your own spin on things, I'm open minded.

Feel free to jump in from where I left off, or throw me a message to pin down the details. If you dive in, just know I'm looking for more substance than a single line.

Some things that I like: risky sex, riding, teasing, oral, partially clothed sex, barebacking, banter during the act, and a little cumplay never hurt anybody.

Limits: Non-con, bathroom stuff, violence, blood, animals, foodplay, unrealistic anatomy, excessive pubic hair, rimming, and anything futa related.

As long as this prompt is up, I am still seeking partners.