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I'm normally not a fan of daddy-daughter stories, but this is definitely an exception.

Don't Vs Do not, Can't Vs Can not, Aren't Vs Are not, etc... Not using contractions makes your dialog sound mechanical and not natural. Please start using them.

Your wonderful words have brought back sweet memories of the years just before I left home for college. I’m not sure how tortured my father felt having to see both his daughters running around the house in different stages of undress. My older sister “The perfect one”, and myself, the “To tall” athletic daughter were always competing for his attention. Running around the in just a t-shirt and panties seems to do the trick. As my figure filled out, his comments gave me confidence. I became proud of how I looked and the attention it brought from boys. Eighteen years later and I’m laying on my bed nude with a toy inside of me. Wondering what my father would do if he walked in on my now. Fantasizing about watching him undress, spreading my legs as the bed I feel the weight of him climbing toward me. His mouth taking my breast as I whisper, “Daddy I need you!” As a Catholic, this fantasy is a sin, but I’m a women. As a women, I need the reality.

Good story, but the language was VERY stilted. Try using more contractions . . .