Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Ice Skating Rink

The holiday lights twinkled over the ice, and the rink was packed with families and couples. My father Arthur laced up his skates and took my hand, leading me onto the frozen surface. I was wobbly, useless on blades, but he held me steady. His hands on my waist, his breath in my hair, the cold air turning our cheeks pink. When we stumbled into the warm lounge area, bundled in coats and scarves, he pulled me into a corner and showed me how to really warm up.