It’s almost like it’s a trade – sex for her stories. I feel like I get the better part of the bargain: both sex and her stories.
More gently than before, I entered her and held her in my arms as her lips whispered in my ear. “Daddy,” she said.
“Yes?”
“I have to tell you something. But it’s really embarrassing.”
“What is it? You can tell me.”
“No. It’s a really strange kink.”
“Nothing’s strange between us,” I said.
“Well, you know how I’ve been reading and watching Game of Thrones?”
“Yes.”
“You know that I know.”
“Well, there’s one character on there who really gets me all twitterpated.”
I know precious little about Game of Thrones, so I didn’t even dare venture a guess. I do know, from all the press, that there is a lot of sex and violence on it. Lots of big, buff men and buxom, beautiful women. The odds are that all of them get Lo twitterpated.
“Who might that be?” I inquired.
“You’re going to think I’m weird.”
“Lo, you’re delightfully different.”
“Well,” she said, as she turned onto her back so she could see my face as she told me. “There’s a character named Tyrion Lannister.”
“Yeah?” I said, not sure what that meant.
“He’s played by Peter Dinklage.”
“OK,” I said, still not getting the full import of her revelation.
“You know, from Elf. The ‘south pole’ elf.”
“Oh!” I said, picturing him in my mind, “Ooooohhhhh,” I said again, realizing what she was implying.
“Ooooohhhhh,” she said, her eyes shut, as she enjoyed my pole.
“But Lo. . . ?”
“So many fantasies about Snow White,” is all she said before she gushed gallons over me as I pulled my sword from her stone.
When she was done anointing my blade with her holy water, she asked, “Weird, right?”
“Whatever floats your boat, Lo,” I said. “Speaking of which, I think we need to change these sheets.”
Is there any fetish, kink, or taboo that she hasn’t been into?