Daddy: A Memoir
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your bitch of an ex-wife is on the phone.” As I listened to my dad’s morning unfolding I wished he were a part of my morning ritual, that his laughter filled our house. I wanted to laugh with my dad, too. Finally, my dad’s strong, comforting voice became audible, “Yes, Gail, what is it? What do you want?” He sounded annoyed and exasperated. “Very cute, Richard. Is that a new whore that you have answering your phone?” “What is it, Gail? I need to get ready for work. Are the kids
name be? A literary reference perhaps? Zooey Salinger or Sylvia Bell? Blake slapped her hand down on my thigh, hard, and I exhaled with enjoyment as the heat washed over my body. My ass still in her lap, I began to undulate my hips, pressing closer to her as her hand came down on my other thigh. Again, I inhaled and exhaled in an erotic moan on impact. Wetness was dripping down her hand. “Can we go back to your place?” Blake breathlessly moaned in my ear, in a heightened state of arousal.
desire. Daddy came hard, as I clenched around his cock, then he curled up next to me, my limbs were still twined in rope. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re a good girl, Maddie.” From that day forward, we couldn’t get enough of one another. He flew to San Francisco for my birthday and we fucked on my rooftop while watching the sunset over the foggy city. I flew to Seattle for Thanksgiving, where we prepared a vegan feast of Tofurkey, artichokes, and mashed potatoes.
then.” I felt reassured. “Okay, Maddie. Come back in one piece.” On the trip, every twenty minutes like clockwork my ass filled with blood and I had to bolt to the restroom to expel it. I felt like I was dying. Feminist porn star found dead on commuter flight to Oakland from Burbank from anal hemorrhage, I imagined. It was not the headline I wanted to leave behind. Daddy picked me up from the baggage carousel, escorted me to his pickup truck, and drove me straight to the hospital, all
bullshit.” I stared forward, focusing my eyes on that same spot as he approached my quivering body, his hands finding their way back to my cunt. He whispered in my ear, “Now we wait.” Daddy pulled up a chair and sat down to watch, waiting for me to succumb to the exhaustion. Eventually, the lactic acid in my muscles would build to painful cramping and I would collapse. I would either have to disobey Daddy and move, breaking position, or wait for my body to give in, falling to the