I have a bit of an incest kink and would love to find my "little girl" to teach, nurture and abuse. Not really looking for age play or a little, but very much like the roleplay aspect and a daddy daughter dynamic.

I would love a consistent fwb for occasional free use/cnc sleepovers, breeding, teaching, etc.

I'm 6' tall, 7" uncut, 180lbs, pretty cute and have many dad jokes at the ready.

One potential scenraio goes like this: Your mom and I got divorced when you were starting HS and I haven't seen you in like 6 years because I'm bit of a dead beat...

You always missed me but your mom told you not to bother reaching out because if I wanted to be a part of your life I would. It hurt but you moved on with your life. You finsihed highschool, you made friends, you went away to college and got yourself a grown up job. You're checking all the boxes and life should be good but you still think about me from time to time and wish I could see where you are now. You know I'd be proud of you but a little part of you wants to hear me say that...

One day, out of the blue you get an email from me on your first email account. You never use it anymore but you always kept it just in case. It's the only way I'd be able to get ahold of you now.

We start emailing back and forth and eventually make plans for me to come visit you in Portland.

You're busy when I land and can't pick me up but we meet for coffee a few hours later. It's awkward as hell at first but slowly we become a little more comfortable with eachother and decide to make dinner at your appartment.

When we get back to your place I'm really proud of you. I see how much you've made the space yours and how grown up you are. I met your mom when she was your age and you remind me so much of her. It's scary how much I miss her and how much it turns me on to see looking like she used to...

As we start cooking I find my hands gravitating towards your body. At first just a hand in the small of your back. Gently brushing your arm. Rubbing your back a little. Fatherly touches I might have done when you were little.

But I keep looking at your ass, and your breasts and I can feel my face flush as I think about what I WANT to do.

My hands starts moving lower, grabbing your ass firmly in a way where my fingers slightly spread your lips. You let out a moan slip out as you feel the the light tension.

You've missed me and you do want me to hug you and to feel my touch, maybe not quite like this... But you don't push me away and I take your lack of protest as an invitation to push further.

I hug you from behind tenderly, like a father would. Then my hands begin to wander. Exploring your body over your dress. Cupping your breasts. Pushing my hips against you and making you arch back, your head nestling into the crook of my neck.

I whisper into your ear, "I've missed you"...