Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Some evenings were going to be good ones. The thought flickered in the back of his mind as he stood there and examined himself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, taking his time to truly consider the person who stood there at that moment. He was not a man with an overly large ego, no puns intended of course, but he was a man who still fought with the low self-esteem that permeated most of his thoughts after so many years of having been overweight. Those times were long gone though, the pounds having shed slowly but surely as he refocused from his professional life to his own personal one. It had been an arduous journey but one that he had felt was more than worth it, though vanity was most definitely not the reason for his having done so. It was health and a wish to have a long life, a wish to be there for his daughter so that she knew she would always have the support that she needed, and as the only parent it was something he felt duty compelled him to do. Though the times had been lonely and sometimes he wondered if he would truly ever find someone being a single parent with a nearly adult child, he set it all aside to ensure that he provided a life worth having for Casey. Of course he would never tell her any of that. Giving that one last look he straightened himself and considered the man who stood in that mirror. Creeping into his mid-forties, his broad shouldered frame no longer stocky but hinting at that heroic v-shape that men strove to achieve. What had one been nearly 300 lbs. rested comfortably at 218, the weight settling well on his 6'1 height. Dark black hair and beard hinted at being distinguished as grey worked it's way into it, and his full lips turned upwards into a smirk as he looked approvingly at himself. Not half bad. Reaching out to pick up his suit coat he slid it on, smoothing off any lint before he stepped out into the hall, his large frame moving down it as he himself looked down at a phone to check the texts that were there. Unlike his daughter, his own texts were much more depraved, another prearranged date using a website that he most definitely would not be caught dead using. He felt almost silly having done so, but sometimes you had to walk out on the ledge to find what you were truly searching for. Fetlife and Alt.com had provided him a measure of relief in a way he had a hard time accepting. The desires that had filtered into his mind in the last decade, held in abeyance since his early youth, had slowly become a hunger that he had needed to sate. He had considered himself sick, considered himself twisted in some fashion for even wanting to consider the ideas that he indulged in...but then he began to expand that google search of his and found willing women, willing victims. That was the text he was examining and had his focus completely separated from the world around him as he moved through the house...a young woman showing off her ample flesh, a young woman wanting his attention, a young woman begging for him to take her to dinner and then to...defile every inch of her beautiful form. It turned his face almost predatory as he hunched just slightly to tell her he was about to be on the way and then...then he bumped into his angel. He stammered the tiniest bit as she queried about where he was going, his head coming up startled as his finger clicked the phone to it's lock screen. He'd be damned if he revealed any of what he was busy doing to her, after all she had her own life and hardly needed to know the depraved pervert her father was. Matching eyes met hers as he smiled just the tiniest bit, recovering quickly from the surprise and he gave her a hug around her shoulders as he tugged her near. Yep, but it looks like you're heading out as well. So, I won't feel so bad about not making dinner for you again, he teased, his eyes playful. What are you busy doing tonight?