Well, I posted this last night, and my app promptly crashed. So here's another try.

I’m an older dad, craving an illicit connection with a daughter figure on the edge of her 30s, sharing a secret love affair with dad.

Does your husband travel too much for work? Spending too much time with his boys? Or has he never quite measured up too the special connection and forbidden passion you and I have shared?

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

I'm seeking a parter who'd enjoy a long-term exchange exploring this kind of dad/daughter relationship. Maybe you just want to talk about it; maybe you'd like to have the whole thing texting/sexting-based between the two; maybe you want to create a story and a world together, or perhaps you'd like to go full emersion and exchange messages just an such a sinful pairing would do.
Kinks include incest (duh), cheating, public play, risky behavior, forbidden romance. Limits are absolutely anything underage, scat, blood, non-con.

A writing sample for you:
As he watched her across the room, Patrick's gut churned. He tried to keep up with the conversation going on around him, hearing but not listening to the proffered congratulations, the inane small talk of the sorority girls, the good natured chat among his oldest, dearest friends and neighbors. But his eyes and his thoughts kept going back to Bridget. He took another long gulp of the amber liquid in the heavy crystal highball. The whiskey burned and did nothing to calm his roiling stomach, but it did steady his hands.

Her dress was a simple yellow thing. With the spaghetti straps, it was what he guessed they still called a sundress. All he knew was that when Bridget first arrived at the party and came over to say hello, that dress afforded him a wonderful view of her deep cleavage and that as she walked away, it hugged her curvaceous ass in a way that made him shiver.

She was working the room, hugging friends, giving distant relations innocent pecks on their cheeks. Patrick's face felt as if it were burning where she'd given him his own harmless buss a few minutes ago. Her mouth was just one thing that tormented him when it came to Bridget.