I feel very perverted about this but I can't seem to help it and can't share my feelings about it either. My daddy raised me and did a great job at it I think. I've never lacked for anything,not anything not love or affection and never needed anything material. He is a great provider. My momma died when I was 7 and he never married and never dated until I was 13,even then he sat me down and asked me if it would bother me if he decided to see someone and said he wouldn't if it bothered me or if it had negative efect of my life but I was happy for him after seeing the hurt in his eyes over losing momma. But a year earlier on thier wedding anniversary he got drunk while I was at my best friend's house and when I came in calling him as I looked for him and found him in his room laying naked on the bed with the towel on his head with blood on it. It scared me at first but after checking his head it was minor but apparently he was drunk took a shower and fell cutting the side of his head on the porcelian cat in the bathroom. I reached over him and grab the blanket and folded it over him then finished looking after the cut and got the bleeding stopped. I had always heard you shouldn't go to sleep after hitting your head so I tried waking him but nothing so I went to the kitchen got some ice water and pulled the covers back and poured it on him and after about 5 seconds he tried to lift his head but passed out again. I knew he'd be ok but something happened after pouring that water on him that I just haven't been able to shake to this day and I feel soo guilty about it,but looking at his body that was shiny and wet intrigued me and I told myself I couldn't leave him alone something might happen with his head injury,at least that was my justifying it. I stared at his naked body for a lil bit and wanted to just cover him up but he wasn't aware of anything going on in the world much less someone watching him,so I watched and looked on him full of questions about what I was looking at exactly. I really couldn't believe that something like that was just inside my daddy's pants and just on the other side of every hug he had ever given me. It never got hard or anything I probably would've died if it had because it's a nice size fully hard. I know cause I looked at every opportunity thru holes I made in the bathroom and his room,even watched him having sex with the occassional woman daring enough and confident enough with her body to leave the light on but most times the lights were off but he was a pretty good lover from the sounds in the dark and when I was able to see,he really liked being on bottom watching her and handling her breast. I should be ashamed but the more I write the more I realize I have no shame. I flirtedwith my daddy on many occassions but him being the daddy is,he never picked up on any of them no matter how direct I was like parading around half naked in cut off tops and a thong in high school. I don't know what I hope to get out of venting to strangers but I could never share any of it with anyone I know. It's too taboo and ppl would judge you everyday on it. I still find myself attracted to him,he's a very attractive man but he's my daddy. There's soo much more thru my Jr High and High School years that kept me entertained and soo many failed attempts to get him to notice me sexually that's disheartning to me but I'll survive but when I married with kids will I still long for that kind of sexual attention from him and if he ever did notice me sexually after many years would I give into him and destroy my family. I feel I would jump desperately into a sexual relationship with him,no matter how much I tuly love my husband and kids. I love you daddy. No,I'm soo in love with you daddy. Elizabeth. Everybody calls me Beth but he's calls me his lil Elizabeth. What if he reads tis he'll know for sure it's me. Should I take off the last part about my name and what he calls me. I can't I just can't and hope does read this by some chance.