Free Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan

said, meaning it with her whole heart and being.
     
    They both got up and moved to the couch. Mia’s thighs and pussy felt sticky and uncomfortable. She was once again self-conscious about the fact and covered her pussy with her hands. Daddy looked at her, got up and went into the bathroom.
    She heard water running, and he returned with a warm washcloth for her and handed it to her.
    “I’ll do it for you, if you want. There’s nothing to be self-conscious of. It’s a part of who you are and I love it. I love the taste, the smell, the feel of your cum. And I want it. I want all of it. Every bit of it, from now on,” Daddy said, once they sat down. “I’m not a jealous man, but that is reserved for me now. No one else.”
    “What about my husband?”
    “What about him?”
    “I’m married, Daddy.”
    “It’s mine. I’m taking it from him. He doesn’t have a right to it anymore.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
     

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
     
    Arthur Schopenhauer
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 19
     
    “Daddy, I don’t know what just happened to me, but that was different.”
     
    Mia looked around the house. She didn’t know if it was Daddy’s or not. It had a large, open floor plan and was done in light oak hardwood. They were seated in the living room which could look in one direction, across the dining room to a gourmet kitchen, and in the other, to a 60-inch home theater system.
    There were books everywhere. There were also photos on the wall. Mostly of a little boy, from infant to about seven or eight years old, in the gradual photographic progression of time.
    There were also some pictures of a pretty Asian woman and many pictures of Asia, or locations within Asia. There were no pictures of Daddy.
    “Okay, tell me about it. What happened?”
    “I’m not sure I can explain it.”
    “Okay, take your time,” said Daddy, patiently, letting her talk.
    “It was sort of like I left my body.”
    “Was it a good feeling or a bad feeling?”
    “It was neither. Well, I mean, you felt good. I’ve never cum like that before. But this feeling wasn’t good or bad. This feeling just felt right. Does that make sense?”
    “It does to me. As long as it felt right, what is the problem?”
    “It scared me. I don’t know if I want that to happen again.”
    “I see. So it felt good, and it felt right to you, but you aren’t sure if you ever want to feel it again?”
    “When you put it that way, Daddy, it doesn’t make sense. It just scared me. That’s all. What happened?”
    “You mean something happened?” A smile playing across his lips. “Did I have an accident or something? Do I need to change my shorts?”
    “You know what I mean. Don’t tease me!”
    Daddy laughed. It was solid, honest, laughter. Not at her, but her words pleased him.
    “This just happened…”And he kissed Mia on the lips. It was the first time he had truly kissed her. It was long and soft. Filled with want, but also complete acceptance and love.
    Mia fell into the kiss, once again swept to a place she didn’t know but felt oddly familiar, and completely like home. It felt like she had been on a long journey, so long she forgot what the destination was. Then Daddy opened the door for her and said, “Welcome home. I’ve been waiting for you.” Daddy broke the kiss, and looked at her.
    “Truthfully? I don’t really know any more about it than you do. I just know it exists.”
    “What is it?”
    “It’s The Truth. That’s all.”
    “Did you learn about it in Asia?”
    “Yes, and no. Like you, deep down, I always knew it was there, but I didn’t know the way. Asia taught me how fucked up and sexually repressed this country is. And how that sexual repression leads to many problems found in society. As well as how it can manifest itself in the individual. It takes an especially heavy toll on the women.”
    “How