I looked at him in the eye, both in the heat of the moment, panting. My heart beat racing. I want him so bad. He looks me back in the eye, he sees the lust, and I see the lust in his eyes. They twinkle with perfection. We're both sweaty messes, my messy hair, his halfway unbuttoned shirt. I lean up near his ear, my bottom lip, caressing his lobe. "Whisper dirty things in my ear daddy." I tell him ever so softly. I draw back and I see the mischievous look on his face. He comes closer, leaving little kisses on my neck. And trails them up to my ear, and whispers... "Politics."