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The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with anticipation. I laid back on the bed, eyes closed, heart pounding as vivid images flickered through my mind. Slowly, I let my hands wander over my body, caressing the warmth of my skin, igniting flutters of desire deep within. This was no ordinary fantasy; this was a taboo, a forbidden fruit I had long yearned to taste.

In my mind’s eye, there he was – Daddy. Tall, strong, his chiseled features etched with the lines of time, yet still so devastatingly handsome. I could feel the heat of his gaze upon me, the weight of his presence heavy in the air. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined him standing before me, his piercing blue eyes dark with lust.

As if in a dream, I felt his hands on me, calloused yet gentle, tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. My body responded to his touch, a low moan escaping my lips as a new wave of arousal crashed over me. I could smell his cologne, a heady mixture of wood and spice, filling my nostrils and clouding my mind.

With a gasp, I arched my back, my nipples hardening beneath the feather-light caress of his fingers. I could picture him now, leaning over me, his breath hot against the nape of my neck as he whispered forbidden words of desire into my ear. I shuddered at the thought, my core aching with a hunger I had never before experienced.

My hands continued their explorations, slipping beneath the sheets to stroke the warmth of my thighs, the softness of my stomach. I could feel the slickness of my desire coating my fingers as they inched higher and higher, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. A whimper escaped my lips, my body trembling with need as I neared the apex of my desire.

And then, as if by magic, I felt his lips upon my most intimate place, his tongue delving deep, tasting the sweetness of my essence. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he feasted upon me, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With a final swirl of his tongue, I felt the coil within me snap, my body convulsing as I reached my peak. My vision went white, my mind blank as a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from my throat. I could feel him against me, his hardness pressing against my thigh, testament to his own desire.

As the waves of my climax faded, I collapsed back against the bed, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. I could still feel him there, his hands upon me, his breath in my ear as he whispered words of love and desire. And then, as if in a daze, I felt his hand upon my lower belly, stroking the soft skin, coaxing me higher and higher once more.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt the pressure building within me once more, the heat of my desire threatening to consume me. I could feel him growing harder against me, his need for release matched only by my own. With a final thrust of his hips, I felt him enter me, stretching me, filling me in a way I had never before experienced.

I cried out at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as I clung to him, lost in a sea of pleasure. He moved within me, his pace slow and steady, building the pressure within me with each thrust. I could feel my body responding, my walls fluttering around him, drawing him deeper within.

And then, with a final, hard thrust, I felt him release within me, his seed filling me, marking me as his own. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as I reached my own peak, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

As we lay there, spent and sated, I could feel his arms around me, holding me close, his heart beating in time with my own. I nuzzled into his chest, relishing the feeling of his skin against mine, the warmth of his body enveloping me.

And though I knew it was only a dream, a fantasy born of a desperate, forbidden longing, I held onto it, unwilling to let it go. For in that moment, I was happy, content, and completely fulfilled.

Slowly, I let myself drift back to reality, the echoes of my fantasy fading into the background. I could still feel the ghost of his touch upon my skin, the warmth of his embrace lingering in my heart. With a sigh, I sat up, the aftershocks of my climax still coursing through my body.

As I stood, I noticed the wet spot on the sheets, a testament to my ultimate release. A small smile played at the corners of my lips as I realized that, despite the taboo nature of my fantasy, it had brought me more pleasure than I had ever thought possible.

And so, I lay back down, pulling the sheets tight around me, ready to let the dreams take hold once more. For I knew, without a doubt, that I would be dreaming of him again tonight – handsfree cumshot, wet dream and all.