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Morning breakfast.

Saturday came, most days we lay in bed and snuggled with each other. I awoke to find her hand o the bed empty. I laid back and called her name. "Kitchen Daddy." I heard her call back. I smiled to myself. She was making breakfast for the two of us. I pulled the covers off me and grabbed a pair of sweats off the dresser. Sliding them over my legs I got up and walked from the bedroom and into the dining room and into the kitchen. She was standing there leaning against the counter, t-shirt on and her socks to keep her feet warm. She smiled at me and handed me a cup of tea. I took it and said "Good morning, sleep well?" She sipped her coffee which I knew was her favorite from the odor that came from her steaming cup and she nodded. "You sleep ok Daddy?" She asked. I took a sip of my tea and nodded back. She set her cup down and grinned at me.

God those deep brown eyes of hers and her smile that could light up a room. She turned from me and reached for the eggs she had on the counter. "How many?" She asked. I stepped in close to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me and sighed. "Two please." I said and she leaned up to crack two eggs into the pan and started to cook them. She knew how my eggs should be but I still kept my arms around her as she watched them so they didn't burn. She slid my two on a plate and reached for two more. Cracking these into the pan I slid my hand up her belly where they were resting towards her breasts under her shirt. "Daddy, what are you doing?" She asked innocently. I slid my hand up to cup one of her breasts. My fingers found her nipple and I gently stroked it to poke out through the material of her shirt. She moaned slightly at this and slid her eggs from the pan to her plate. "Daddy breakfast first." She said, her voice stern. I slid my hands down her belly and turned to the toaster. "As you wish." I said. I got the bread out of the cupboard and put two slices in it and then stepped to the refrigerator and got out the butter and her favorite blackberry jam. After a few minutes her toast was done and I buttered and spread her jam on them and out them on the plate. Mine went in next and after a few more minutes I did the same with mine. In the time I had made toast she had some sausage made and plated that for our breakfast.

Grabbing both plates I carried them to the dining room and set them on the table. She walked from the kitchen and set my tea down next to my plate and sat across the table from me and looked up. "Forgot silverware." She said and got back up. She walked past me and I reached up to grab her behind under the t-shirt. "Daddy's being naughty this morning." She announced. "Can you blame me?" I asked. She smiled and walked back to her side of the table and sat down again. Breakfast was good and we ate with an occasional comment thrown in in how the meal was and plans for the day. Afterwards she got up and grabbed her plate and then mine and walked back into the kitchen. I got up and followed her, intent on helping. She put the plates in the sink and I again wrapped my arms around her. One had cupping her breast and the other finding its way between her legs.

"Daddy....." She whispered. "Yes baby?" I replied. My fingers found their way between her lips and along her labia. She moaned with pleasure. "Now I want you little girl and your going to give it to me." I whispered in her ear. Her hands found their way to my neck and she nodded ever so slightly. My fingers found her clit and I slowly began to rub. "Daddy, oh God that feels good." She said as she was starting to buck her hips against my probing fingers. I pinched her nipple and felt it go right to her groin. "Hmmmm yes, oh please Daddy." She said. "Please what?" I asked still stroking her. She leaned back against me and whispered. "Please Daddy I want you."

"As you wish." I said. I gently pushed her against the counter and lifted her leg to rest it along the edge. She was exposed as I continued to play with her. I pulled my sweats down exposing my hardness. I rubbed the hard against her wet lips. "Do you want this?" I asked. She reached behind her and grabbed my hips. I slid into her and she groaned deep in her throat. She was more than ready for me as I started to stroke in and out of her. "Daddy, on my god Daddy. Fuck!" She was talking dirty which she knew I loved as I pounded her on the kitchen counter. I reached up to grab her soft brown hair and pulled back on it she she could meet my thrusting. "Oh fuck Daddy, yes. Pound it Daddy. God I love to feel every inch of you." She was saying as I took her with every deep stroke.

She was bucking against me. Head thrashing as I kept up relentless pace. Her wetness running down her leg as I pounded her from behind. Her moaning increasing as I knew she was close. My hand tightened in her hair and she let out a little cry of ecstasy as her orgasm took her. Her legs shook as she came all over me and that triggered my own orgasm as I exploded deep within her. She felt my seed filling her little belly and that send another orgasm through her. "Fuck Daddy oh fuck. Jesus yes fill me, fill your little pussy. Own me Daddy please." She moaned out as jet after jet of my hot sticky seed filled her. After I stopped twitching inside her I pulled out and leaned against her back, my breath coming in shirt gasps. I felt her arms around me and she lowered her leg back to the floor. She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Did I do good Daddy?" She asked, smiling. I kissed her forehead. "Yes baby you did fine." I said. She smiled and looked up at me. "Daddy's good girl." She said. I chuckled. "Yes Daddy's good girl." I repeated. She stood on her tip toes to kiss me. "Love you Daddy." She said. "Love you too baby." I said as I released her from my arms. "Shower time." She announced. Watching her walk away I knew this would be a Saturday we would remember for a long time.

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Idea for a rape club

This place is pitch black dark and cavernous with lots of little nooks and crannies. There are beds, couches, and mats strewn randomly around. At a typical event there are about 6 women and about 10 men. The men are required to be naked in the “play” areas. The women are required to be either naked or “dress down”, meaning they can keep something on as long as there is unrestricted access to the vagina and/or rectum.

The role of the female participants is to collect a set number of keys that are scattered around the room. The keys can be used to unlock the door that allows the participant to exit the rape room and “win the game”. The role of the male participants is to locate and rape the women before they can leave. In order to balance things out, after a rape is completed and the man cums- he must release her.

This is not a pick-up bar, nor is it a swingers club. Conversations are disallowed. Obviously, there are no cameras allowed at these events. This is done in total darkness. The men have to navigate the woman’s anatomy by feel. The women never see the men, never see the penises. Everything they do is by feel as well.

But the darkness isn’t just a fun way of adding an air of mystery. Deprivation of sight has two remarkable effects. First, it heightens your awareness and amplifies all other senses. Sounds take shape and sensations become images. Second, it removes any semblance of decency or morality that might get in the way of your gratification. It play’s off the woman’s anxiety of pursuit and capture. An orgasm is a trip to an unspeakable heaven courtesy of a blob of biology that you never saw nor related to another human. Of course, the women are there on their own volition, yet it’s impossible to give consent to someone you don’t know and can’t see. You don’t even know how many men comprise the sexual feeding frenzy in which you are the feast.

The dynamic is probably worth a thesis in psychology. Most striking is how the darkness forces you to close your eyes. It almost as if you’re trying to give yourself a reason for this lightless intensity. Not being able to see with your eyes open is very disquieting. So you close them. No one talks. It’s almost as if language has been suspended, yet the sounds are telling. The women are nearly silent. Very different from the swingers club or parties where they feel the need to scream and howl and shout “oh yeah, oh yeah” as if it’s some kind of hosanna to the sex gods. Every now and then you’ll hear one gasp from the surprise of a particularly enthusiastic penetration. Every now and then you’ll hear one faintly sigh as she feels a couple squirts of semen hit her cervix. The men are less quiet. You can hear panting and breath passing between clenched teeth. The occasional crescendo of orgasm.

This is what pure primal submission and sexual theft looks like, unadulterated by role play, social norms, bravado, or seduction.

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the kind of intimacy i crave tbh

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