Step Daughter Dirty Daydreams -my Pervy Family-...

Yet it wasn't just the workings of a mixed household that created our residence… intriguing. My stepdad and mom had a quite…frank approach to debating, well, everything. It was as if they thought that by being frank about all things, they were grooming us for the world. But there was a fine boundary between being open and being, well, let's just say, a bit too frank. As a consequence, I grew up hearing things that most children presumably shouldn't hear. It made for some… graphic daydreams, to say the least. I won't go into minutiae, but let's just say my imagination ran wild. And not always in a healthy way. Those daydreams, which I subsequently came to understand were commonly called to as “dirty daydreams,” transformed into my escape, my way of coping with the discomfort of our family's situation.

Yet it hadn't been merely the workings of a combined clan that rendered our household… interesting. My stepdad and mom had a somewhat…open approach to discussing, well, everything. It was as if they thought that by being frank about all things, they were readying us for the world. But there was a fine boundary between being open and being, well, let’s just say, a bit too candid. As a result, I grew up hearing things that most kids surely shouldn’t hear. It made for some… vivid daydreams, to say the least. I won’t go into particulars, but let’s just say my mind ran wild. And not always in a healthy way. Those daydreams, which I later came to realize were often named as “dirty daydreams,” became my retreat, my way of coping with the unease of our family’s life. Step Daughter Dirty Daydreams -My Pervy Family-...

However it hadn't been only the dynamics of a mixed family that made our home… fascinating. My stepdad and mom had a quite…frank approach to talking about, well, all things. It was as if they thought that by being frank about all matters, they were preparing us for the future. But there was a thin line between being honest and being, well, let's merely say, a bit too candid. As a result, I grew up hearing things that most adolescents presumably shouldn't hear. It made for some… intense daydreams, to say the least. I won't go into particulars, but let's simply say my creativity ran wild. And not always in a healthy way. Those daydreams, which I afterward came to understand were often referred to as “naughty daydreams,” became my refuge, my way of managing with the awkwardness of our family's existence. Yet it wasn't just the workings of a

Still it wasn’t just the interactions of a mixed household that created our household… intriguing. My stepdad and mom had a somewhat…open approach to debating, well, all things. It was as if they assumed that by being frank about all things, they were equipping us for the world. But there was a fine boundary between being open and being, well, let’s merely say, a bit too frank. As a result, I grew up listening to things that most youngsters presumably shouldn’t hear. It made for some… vivid fantasies, to say the least. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say my mind ran wild. And not necessarily in a healthy way. Those daydreams, which I later came to realize were often referred to as “dirty daydreams,” became my retreat, my way of managing with the discomfort of our family’s reality. But there was a fine boundary between being