I didn’t remind her at all of her daddy, thank goodness because that would be weird. I was obviously the complete opposite. Naturally she never did ...et the validation that she was pretty, special and loved by him. She witnessed my natural, and desired, daddy instincts in relation to her own childhood experiences. She admitted that she had what seemed to be a natural desire for sex at a very early age. Of course it led to unhealthy relationships over the years and once your fucked up there is. ...I prayed she was thinking of me as her fingers played inside her. I was so excited I ran upstairs into my bathroom. My pussy was soaked when I took my shorts off. I needed to be filled, I needed immediate relief. I turned on the water and grabbed my round-handled hairbrush. I sat on the toilet seat with my left foot propped on the tub and fucked myself hard to yet another very intense orgasm, again thinking of my beautiful cousin. I slowly pulled the handle out, hearing the wetness of my. I was both excited and a little self- conscious about being so explicit."Dakota, you can write it and not send it," my carnal side said pragmatically. "If it turns you on, go ahead and write it."Of course it did turn me on. So I went on to tell Mark about how I masturbated on the bed while thinking of him. And that I had lots of nasty little fantasies I would love to see in print."It's almost like a form of exhibitionism," I told him. "Letting people see my nastiest and most private imaginings,. I downed the rest of my drink and stood a little unsteadily aiming myself at the steps down to the dance floor. But as soon as I reached them I was stopped by two huge black guys in suits and shades."Sit down white boy," one of them growled."I'm leaving, I just need to get my wife," I complained struggling against them."Just sit the fuck down, relax and enjoy the show. Little white girl's not going anywhere, she's enjoying herself," the second bouncer laughed.With that they pushed me back up.