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25 year old Female Istanbul Escort, Turkey This is not my story, it's a great story which is why I'm posting it here. Oh, and it's a long one with more to come, and apologies for not breaking it down into chapters.
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Written by DirtyMindedMom
Being a single father has many challenges, especially when you have a daughter. Nicole’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday, so it’s been just the two of us for the past sixteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid . I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.
It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Nicole’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that actually brought us closer together.
Then, of course, came the other stuff. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a father taking his daughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. And teaching a son to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your daughter to shave her legs is something else entirely.
You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.
“Daddy, I need you to help me with something.” She always
reverted to calling me “Daddy” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.
“I just gave you your allowance two days ago.”
“It’s not that. You know how I broke up with Steven last month, right?” She sat down on the arm of my easy chair. I hit the pause button on the remote so I wouldn’t miss anything that the Avengers were up to. “Well,” she continued, “I decided that with school, and getting ready for college, and soccer that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend right now.”
“I love that plan,” I said and meant it.
She gave me a pinch on the arm. “Listen, I’m serious about this. I don’t want a boyfriend, but that means I still have a problem.”
“And that problem is…?”
My daughter shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Okay, first of all, you know I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”
Whoa! The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. I suddenly had no idea where she was going with this.
“I wasn’t entirely sure, but, okay, now I know.”
“God, Daddy, don’t look so horrified. It’s not like I’m a total slut, or anything. It was only Steven.” She bit her lip and looked away as a slight flush colored her cheeks. “A lot.”
Just what every father wants to hear. Then it dawned on me what she was leading up to.
“Oh, God, you’re pregnant.”
“No!” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Give me a little more credit than that. I’m on the pill and we always used condoms.”
“How long have you been on the pill?”
“I don’t know, like a year. Anyway, that’s not the point.”
I was relieved and somewhat hurt at the same time. “What is the point?”
“I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really liked having sex.” She was right, I didn’t want to hear it. “And I really, really miss it.”
I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up any second. Nicole pulled my hands away.
“Daddy, stop it. I’m trying to tell you that I’m really horny and I need your help.”
“I can’t hear you!” I tried to clap my hands back over my ears, but she held my wrists firm.
“Shut up and stop being such a baby,” she scolded me with a laugh. “So since I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to get desperate and start hooking up with random guys, I need you to buy me something.”
“A one-way ticket to a convent?”
“Trust me, if I didn’t have to ask you I wouldn’t, but I need you to buy me a dildo.”
“Huh?” I’d heard her, but it wasn’t registering.
“A dildo, Daddy. You know? Like a fake dick.”
“I know what a dildo is. But…but why…”
She gave me one of her patented “how could you be so stupid” looks. “Why do you think?” Nicole was still holding onto my wrists and I was suddenly aware of how close she was. “This is more embarrassing for me than it is for you, Daddy, but I don’t know what else
