Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill - Sex Stories

Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill

... still couldn't find my pyjama shirt, I put on my pyjama pants, and spent the rest of the day on social media. I don't remember how, but I also found a forum where people, I guess mostly guys, discussed their fascination with bimbos. I was pretty amusing to see how open people were being about the fetish. Maybe it had something to do with being anonymous over the internet? Then again, if someone shared their interest, being anonymous meant that you couldn't talk directly to that person, which sort of defeated the purpose of sharing it... right?

Eventually I had to put my phone down and get started on dinner. I wanted to have it ready for when daddy came home, as a surprise.

I put on an apron, and busied myself making dinner. I knew my cooking couldn't compete with dads, but I wanted to have a shot at replicating that pasta sauce dad made the other day. I was well on my way to making a really delicious sauce, when dad came home.

"I'm home, princess," dad called out from the hallway, and then walked into the kitchen.

"Hiya dad," I said turning my head to smile back at him. He had a peculiar look on his face as he looked at me. I gave him a quizzical look, but he simply chuckled and starting setting the table as I continued my cooking. When he was done, he walked up behind me, and once more he reached around under my apron, giving my breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Pasta sauce, huh?" dad said, his hands still on my breasts. "Having a go at beating me at my signature ...

... dish, are we?" he asked, and chuckled, before leaning down to place a kiss on my neck. For a moment, it felt like he was treating me as he treated mom. They had always been very touchy-feely with each other, but now he was touchy-feely with me. I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of daddy treating me like a wife. In a way, I was like a wife, at home, cooking for my man.

Dad suddenly pulled his hands away from my breasts and cleared his throat. A part of me already missed his touch, but the boiling pasta reminded me that I was supposed to be making dinner. My sauce wasn't far off from tasting as good as dads sauce had the other day, and I felt really proud as we ate together. Dad told me about his day, and even though I didn't understand half of the technical jargon, it was nice to just sit and talk to him.

Just as we were finishing dinner, dads phone beeped, and he sighed deeply as he read the message.

"Listen, princess," he said with a sad face. "There's an emergency at work, so I have to get going again," he added. I didn't understand what kind of emergency his job could mean, but I understood the implication. Our movie night would have to wait.

"I understand dad. You have an important job, and we can always watch a movie tomorrow instead," I said softly. "I'll take care of the dishes, and you go save the world," I added, giggling as I got up from the table. I had always looked up to my dad, and in a way, he'd always seemed like a superhero to me. Dad gave me ...