As a young man, I fantasized about mothers and sisters( ok, sometimes I still do). In my late 30s and 40, it was coed daughters. And now that I’ve reached my late 50s, I crave an illicit connection with a daughter figure on the edge of her 30s, perhaps married herself, but still sharing a secret love affair with dad.

I particularly enjoy texting/sexting exchanges, stolen moments at family gatherings, conspiring to have a secret getaway together.

Writing sample:

i was barely awake, still laying in bed, my hand in my boxers idly fondling my cock. The sun was just starting to rise and everything was silent except for the soft, regular breathing from the sleeping form beside me. Soon enough, though, I heard the familiar, faint sounds of 28-year-old Sara stirring in the guest room, and I knew she was heading for her shower.

Igot out of bed as quietly as possible to keep from disturbing the figure beside me, carefully closing the door behind me as I left my room. Creeping across the hall, I slipped silently into Sara's room, again closing the door and turning the lock. I saw her panties and the short little t-shirt she usually slept in lying on the floor next to the bed.

When I eased the bathroom door open, the moist steam from the shower felt like the tropics. I slipped my boxers off, taking a moment to secretly admire the outline of her body through the clear shower curtain. Her head was thrown back as she massaged the shampoo into her hair, and I admired the sensuous curves on tantalizing display.

So, dad is waiting and wanting. Are you?