Who’s The Daddy?



I remember when I first met you. It was on a dance-floor and of course I caught your eye, I wanted you to catch my eye. I always draw those needed admiring glances when I move through a crowd but whilst those were required and welcome, I was focussed on ensuring you noticed me. I knew that you would. It was just a question of time. It always is. I was stood near one of the bars.I always chose this bar as it was elevated allowing everyone to see me and allowing me to see everyone and it was from this vantage point that I observed you. I saw you enter the room, your tight as tight could be dress already turning heads and you smiled, winked and blew kisses as you walked down the steps onto the dance floor as if everybody in the club was there for you. You were confident alright but you were over confident and I could see straight through that. I kept watching you as you flirted with the men nearby, irrespective of whether they were with another lady and you seemed oblivious to the hateful stares you received from the handful of girlfriends or wives whose other halfs you flirted with. I was interested in you already. If I had a Spidey sense it would have been tingling.

Your lithe frame entered the dancefloor and you felt that the coloured lights and throaty bass were all there for you as you began to dance. You caught the eye of several men and one by one they tried to dance with you .I could see you smiling to yourself as you turned your back on those you deemed beneath you. Each of them was well-dressed and good-looking but you rejected them. You milled around the dance floor until you neared your target, a handsome chap but he was older than those you had rejected and he was your choice. You pulled the chosen one towards you and you began your dance with him. I could see the way that you were grinding against this man on the dance floor was provocative and suggestive. You maintained eye contact with him, as if letting him out of your sight would cause him to disappear. Your eyes burned with wanton desire and your undulating and writhing was most definitely sexual in nature. The sexual aggression flowed from you and this caught my interest. You appeared as a bright dot on my radar and I knew that I needed to learn more.

It was not long before this dance partner was cast aside and replaced by a tastier and more attractive prospect. Me. You draped your arms about my neck as we danced, ground your crotch into my thigh, turned and pushed your pert posterior into my crotch and it was clear you wanted to seduce me. I played along, reciprocating the movements, letting my hands glide across your body as I eventually steered you across to the bar area and sat beside you on a couch as I ordered us both a drink. This was the first time that I had seen you be still and it allowed me to appraise properly your appearance. Your hair, a dirty blonde colour was not cut but rather chopped short, sticking out in a variety of angles which gave the appearance of not caring but most likely had been carefully pulled and twisted into place before a generous layer of hair spray was applied. I reasoned that you wore your hair short because as a child you were denied the right to have it cut short. You always had to have it long and golden, like the hair of a princess. I bet your father would read you stories about Sleeping Beauty, Snow White and Rapunzel as he stroked your hair, telling you how beautiful it was because it was long. I imagined that you wanted to cut it as you got older, the length being difficult to maintain but moreover too symbolic of the safe, suburban and middle-class upbringing you had received when you wanted to rebel. I bet you fought to have that hair cut even just by a few inches but you were forbidden from doing so and now this punkish, chopped and almost butchered hair style was the two-fingered salute you had given to your past. It screamed its story to me since I recognised it from a mile.

Your lipstick was bright red, your eyes framed by black mascara, eye liner and a battleship grey eye shadow. You were thin. Stick-like and I recognised such a frame. You stared at me as you sucked on the straw sliding it in and out of those pursed lips as you tried, without subtlety, to suggest what I might have coming my way. You were much younger than me. I would imagine at least fifteen years between us. Nowhere near illegality of course, that is not my penchant at all, but a sufficient age gap that was noticeable and of course something they would comment on, hewould comment on, if they ever met me. If.

I saw the tattoos on your arms, great sleeves of floral designs and also similar on your thigh as your already short dress rode up as you sat on the sofa. I could see the design was intricate and extensive across your left thigh but it did not mask the line of scars completely. That neat and ordered row of incisions that had been made in your thigh, like notches on a bedpost. They brought you relief, temporary and momentary, but they also shamed you and thus you sought the ink in an attempt to mask those wounds in the same way that I knew this overt  confidence, flirtation and sexual aggression was just a mask as well. That light on my radar shone brighter and I could almost smell the fuel that I knew would flow from you freely and readily, just like the blood had flowed down your thigh. I held your gaze, those flinty eyes trying to burn into my mind but getting nowhere, a slight flicker of confusion and then they shifted into conveying that desire you oozed. You had no idea whose web you had flown into but I knew exactly what you were.

“What time is your daddy picking you up?” I asked my question near shouted to be heard over the music playing.

You coughed, the straw shooting from your mouth as you jerked your glass away.

“What? My dad? He’s not picking me up,” you protested. Your expression was not one of mild amusement but rather disdain and irritation. Just as I thought it would be.

“Of course not. Why would he do that when you are coming home with me?” I added with a wide smile. Your eyes widened and you copied my smile.

“I do love daddy issues,” I said quietly.

“What?” you asked unable to hear.

“I said, I nearly missed you,” I replied in a louder tone, “I was about to go home.”

“Well, it is a good job you didn’t,” you answered as you moved closer to me, pressing that fragile and broken frame against me, seeking the warmth, shield and protection that I offered you. You had found your new daddy. I had found a potent new victim.

39 thoughts on “Who’s The Daddy?

  1. kathy0720 says:

    Is this some sort of daddy dom bdsm stuff HG? I never knew you were so kinky.

  2. Leslie says:

    The horror stories and traumas about fathers……

  3. MB says:

    I always cringe at this post but find it erotic at the same time. When are you going to tell us how you ended up spanking that naughty girl, Daddy?

    1. 2SF says:

      He’s might show you personnally MB, watch your email inbox for the invitation 🙂

      1. MB says:

        2SF, we are supposed to be getting the Spanked story in our inboxes. Those that have signed up for it. Eventually. That was what I was referring to.

      2. 2SF says:

        (omg my English 😩😳)

        1. MB says:

          There’s nothing wrong with your English 2SF! I’m envious. I only know one language.

          1. 2SF says:

            Thanks MB, but that previous sentence I wrote didn’t make much sense 😶

      3. 2SF says:

        Oh I see MB, I didn’t get that. Well… eventually…
        The sweetheart is too busy travelling, dining out, enjoying Tapas and chasing fuel at the moment, so you’ll have to be patient. I guess we’ll read about it before we die (I just checked the online ‘death clock’, I’ll die in 2065, so I’m not in a hurry 😉 )

        1. windstorm says:

          Online death clock? 2065? My goal was always making it to 2025, but that’s iffy. Curious as to what you mean?

          1. 2SF says:

            Ha ha, it’s really creepy. Google death clock dot com. You have to fill in a few things about yourself and they give the date when you are expected to die (that is if you’re not hit by a train or so ;)) Of course it’s all nonsense, but fun to fill in just for once. And Windstorm, I’m sure you’ll make it longer than just 2025. Just keep breathing 🙂

          2. MB says:

            2SF to WS, “just keep breathing”. That was so cute. It really does sound simple. It’s one of those “easier said than done” type of things.

          3. windstorm says:

            Took the death test. Nope! According to the “death clock” my death date is Saturday, 16th January 2021! 😝. So two more years. I can live with that. 👍

          4. NarcAngel says:

            Death Clock sucks monkey balls – you’re not going anywhere. I took it and apparently I will be boring you for years and years more to come. Wait…maybe that’s it….the good really DO die young and evil lives forever….

            Thanks for bringing it up. It was a fun curiosity. I will say seriously, that when you look at the clock ticking seconds of your life away while you stare at it, it does make you contemplate what you are doing with them now and how fast they pass.

          5. NarcAngel says:

            Sorry, I meant 2SF.

        2. MB says:

          2SF, I had no idea there was a “death clock”. I’m not going to check that! Yikes! I’m ok with the fact that any day could be my last. I’ll still die happy without reading ‘Spanked’. It’s more of a curiosity anyway. Not my style of erotica to be honest.

          Now, one of those kisses that make the world stand still…I wouldn’t mind a send off like that! I would die happy indeed. 💋

          1. 2SF says:

            See my comment to Windstorm about the death clock.
            I agree on the ‘Spanked’, although I’ll try to find a little more kinkier man the next time and one with real feelings. I read ‘Sex and the Narcissist’ last night (because HG is being so pushy with the book ;)) and I wish I hadn’t. It left certain ‘images’ in my brain.
            Got to read 6 more of his books on Kindle this week, so… Bye! I’ll be reading xx

          2. HG Tudor says:

            Nothing to do with being pushy, it is all about saving me repeating myself. If I have provided the answer in a book, I will direct you to the book rather than type it out again and again and again. If I had to that, I would have less time than I have at present, thus less would get written, less answers would be provided and not as many people would gain assistance.

          3. 2SF says:

            Darling, I know you hate smileys, therefor I used the wink-sign. It means I was kidding. Of course you promote your own books. Now please relax. xx

          4. HG Tudor says:

            Understand the reason why, rather than missing it.

          5. 2SF says:

            SIR!!! YES SIR❗ 👨‍✈️👊

          6. HG Tudor says:

            That’s more like it!

          7. NarcAngel says:

            Sex and the Narcissist answered questions I didn’t even know I had, so it IS better to read the book, or any of the books specific to a topic one has interest in for that matter (Revenge, Fuel, Getting out, etc) than get bits of answers here and there all over the blog, and especially because new people arrive all the time. Any questions that remain after the books are usually specific to the readers situation and should be addressed with private consultation. I don’t want to read the same answers over and over any more than you like typing them. The books are quite comprehensive and therefore an exercise in economy as well as enlightening, so I think your redirects are not only appropriate but considerate for all.

          8. HG Tudor says:

            Thank you.

          9. 2SF says:

            I agree NA and I sure didn’t mean to say with my comment that people shouldn’t read the book. I was only expressing my own thoughts.

          10. NarcAngel says:

            I know you weren’t saying not to read the book. My comment was more in response to HG’s addressing why he sometimes redirects. Hope the sun is still out where you are. Enjoy.

      4. Bibi says:

        I still need to read the sex book. It is on my to read list even though I am a bit of a prude, lol.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Yes you do need to read it, or you could wait for the narrated version although you need asbestos ears since I narrate it.

          1. MB says:

            When is the narrated version being released. Please, please tell us!

          2. HG Tudor says:

            I will tell you when I know MB.

          3. MB says:

            Thank you HG. And for those who haven’t read SATN. Beware, it ain’t what you think! Fundamental reading? Absolutely! But make no mistake. It’s medicine, not erotica!

          4. HG Tudor says:

            Indeed, the erotica is being penned elsewhere.

          5. MB says:

            And I’ve been patiently waiting. 😍

          6. HG Tudor says:

            Marvellous, you can practise your patience some more then!

          7. MB says:

            Maybe I should check that death clock after all!

      5. 2SF says:

        MB & Windstorm, I wrote messages to you two as well yesterday, except I used my phone (so I could use smileys :)) but the send button didn’t work, pushed it 3 times and then I quit, as I thought my messages could end up here 3 times.

        Anyway, on the desktop now,… I only wanted to say, please Windstorm forget about 2021, that only showed what a load of nonsense that website is, I’m sure you’ll live to be at least 120 🙂
        MB, ‘easier said than done’ yes, but it’s all we can do to stay alive 🙂

      6. 2SF says:

        Guess I’m evil too then 🙂
        Right, that ticking clock did make me anxious. I didn’t need the clock though to remind me I’m wasting precious time, I’m very much aware of it. But then, we’re gonna die anyway, so, who gives a f*
        (that’s the mood I’m in right now, after many dark and rainy days, we need a bit of sunshine here)

        (PS: I deleted my WP account, I can’t deal with 100-200 comments in English a day, got me all anxious, so I can’t just ‘like’ anything anymore. For some reason my last avatar remains (??))

        And guess what: the sun just came out! Yes!!

  4. 69Revolver says:

    This is really one of your more freakier stories. I think, “Ugh, I’m not reading that one again.” But then I’m always compelled to do so.

  5. Fuel on the Shelf says:

    I’m still waiting on the Mommy issues article….will thee be one? 🤔

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