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[sweetsalome]

No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom.  It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it.  Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that

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[sweetsalome]

Rolling over on to her side she stretches out with a pout. Impossible indeed. That is simply no fair. He seems to be so fantastic at everything else he should be able to get it up in no time. Grinning finally she rolls on to her back and wraps an arm around him when he kisses her. Is there anything in the world that he won't give her? Well, yeah, some things, but he apparently makes up for it when he can

[sweetsalome]

"Hmmmmmm," she smirks at that idea. She is slowly growing to come to enjoy his homicidal tendencies, and she is pretty sure, that on some level he is being honest with what he is saying. What she doesn't know is that he would actually do that. "I like when you get possessive, daddy, I like knowing you would tear down men for me." Because that seems like a very handy tool to have when you are young and want to get what you want

[soursanguine]

Someday, she'll discover just how dead serious he is, and he'll see how much she likes his possessiveness. But until then, he's happy to return her smirk and lean close to brush his lips across hers, down her jaw and throat while his hands roam lazily over the beautiful expanse of her body. "It would be my pleasure, leaving a trail of suitors who wronged you." And suitors who didn't wrong her

[sweetsalome]

A woman scorned and all of that. Seriously. Between the two of them it would be pretty easy to set the world on fire, at least their small portion of the world. It would be really hard to picture two cute as a button women going on a killing spree but he attracts crazy bitches. He is blood in the water for crazy bitch sharks, and that is just something that he is going to have to live with. It could be worse, they could be attacking him. That seems incredibly unlikely given their relationship however. It's more like worship and kisses then violence and mayhem

[soursanguine]

They completely could. They'd make a marvelous, extremely deadly team, those girls. And what's wrong with them attacking him, really? He loves it when the girls get feisty, so long as it's appropriately applied and not in front of company. A bit of violence is good for a man's soul when he can fend off the girls who are committing it

[sweetsalome]

It's good that he thinks like that. In case his house was to go up in flames. Good thing he is a liberal minded kind of mind when he comes to that. It will take her some time to come to terms that he is married when it happens, and coming to terms just might mean flames. Or destroying something beautiful

[soursanguine]

Her last little fit, her attack, didn't really end up with a punishment because it didn't exactly get very far, and her attempt to choke him came off as precocious at worst. Really, it depends on how far the fire gets. He likes his stuff. Not that he's a materialist, well, but stuff costs valuable money. But, if he can at least keep it from destroying anything important, then he can deal with it

[sweetsalome]

Nobody knowssss the sexy trouble I've seennnnnnn. Nobody knowwsssss but Jesusssss."How do you think she'll react, daddy? When you ask her to spend some quality time with your daughter and when she asks you have to explain that she needs to keep my cunt occupied until your dick recovers?" He'll probably put it more eloquently, he has a better way with words then she does, for certain. When he begins to wake up she grins and lets go of his cock and instead puts her hand on his chest to gently push him on to his back so she can be on top

[soursanguine]

Richard laughs and shakes his head. "I don't know how much she'd appreciate my attempt at a tag-team effort. You have to warm people up to a concept like that nice and slowly, anyway." He lays back as she pushes his chest, happy to go with the flow and let her have control

[sweetsalome]

"Nice and slow, you could charm a drowning man into buying a glass of water." If anyone could get anything from Salome and Delilah, Richard is it. Jesus himself could come down from heaven and Salome wouldn't follow him anywhere unless her father said it was alright to do so. This is why organized religion probably wouldn't have much affect on her, she already has a dogma and a holy leader

[soursanguine]

And that's exactly what's wonderful about being a parent with a good grasp of human psychology. It's like having a built-in little follower. He grins at her turn of phrase and waves his hand. "You little flatterer. I simply have a way with words, and an interest in expand the horizons of those few people I'm fond of

[sweetsalome]

"I like playing with your cock. I like tasting myself on you, that is what I like the best, it makes me feel so dirty knowing I was the last one on you and that I get to clean up what I left behind with my tongue." The tip of her tongue plays with the tip of him, licking and sucking, letting her tongue flick out over him again and again. She loves the silk of his head, how it feels against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, what happens when her teeth scrape over it. He makes the best fucking sounds and when he watches her, Jesus Christ

[soursanguine]

Every scrape of her teeth is like a static shock of mingled pleasure and pain; poor Salome, having a masochist for a daddy. She's probably going to be a bit confused at first when her boyfriends tell her off for letting her teeth creep into the picture. But he loves it, the mild pang brought on by sensitivity, particularly as it bleeds into the other sensations of his daughter's holy mouth. A little reminder that he's at her mercy as much as he is in power when she's got her beautiful blonde head in his lap

[sweetsalome]

Isn't that a thing to remember? When her head is down in his lap, head bobbing away happily. That same head with the hair he used to brush into pig tails. And the same head that would cling to him when they would go on the Merry-go-round. Who he used to chase around the playground, hold while she tried to cross the monkey bars so high off the ground. He used to push her on swings before her legs learned how to push herself. All those lovely little memories, precious from childhood. Do they come flooding back when she is sucking his cock? He was letting her be a child and training her to grow up to be a young adult, and probably not once was this skill set high on his list of things she would never know or he would ever have to teach her about

[soursanguine]

Of course they do. Those memories feed the reality of the situation and make it burst with horror. To think she was once so small. To think this head once rested in his lap in a purely innocent way. To think she'd fall asleep against him and it was because she'd worn herself out playing in the snow, not playing in bed. Helping her learn to swim, seeing her off on her first day of school, surprising her for her birthdays, letting her ride on his shoulders and cling to his waist. Oh, those pigtails were adorable. Everything about her has always been adorable. Even this, this is adorable, with those sweet eyes and that darling mouth. She can do no severe wrong, his Salome, and has never really been able to. Not in his eyes. The occasional, small transgression here or there, sure. But all of it, forgivable. Ignorable

[sweetsalome]

To think of those moments now, for her, make it ten times better and ten times worse for her. There are moments. Very few and far between in which she feels guilt for what they do together in bed. That something that they once had, something sweet and pure, is now gone, forever erased from the map, unable to ever get back no matter how hard they tried. That's the thing, people try too hard to hang on to the past, they try and grab it and recreate it over and over, but you can never go back, that's what Gatsby learned, that there is no going back, that time marches forward and people evolve and grow