Just had the most intense conversation with my dad about the psychology of desire. We were talking about how people outside our world pathologize what we have, calling it a "kink" or a "fetish." It’s not. It’s just... connection. The way he explained it, tracing his own journey from confusion to this absolute certainty, was fucking beautiful. Later, I ended up on the floor with my head in his lap, not for sex, but just to listen to his heartbeat. Sometimes the most intimate thing isn't a hard cock or a wet pussy—it's the trust that lets you be completely vulnerable. That said, his fingers in my hair did make my cunt ache. It’s all connected, and I wouldn't have it any other way.