If the last post didn’t give a vague inkling already, my time with Penthouse gave me the opportunity to explore the Daddy-little dynamic to a degree that I have not in the past. I’ve been into the idea of it for a little while now, but societal condemnation of it had sort of kept me shoving it into the periphery. 

While I can objectively say that it’s not about my father, nor do I think of him during this sort of stuff, it still made me uncomfortable. You know, because statutory rape and incest happen. They’re not something to be taken lightly.

So, I approached it with a lot of caution.

Therefore, a bunch of the posts to come are going to feature this dynamic. So, I thought I’d post a disclaimer. Or something. I don’t know. 

For all the enjoyment I derived from it, I’m still a little hesitant to associate myself with the whole Daddy-little concept.

So bear with me here. This is as much an exercise in acceptance for me as it is an exercise for your right arm.

Snicker.