I’ve always been kinda, attached to daddy in some way. Not in the daddy-daughter, dance on your feet kinda way, in a way that my mommy feels about daddy. In a lustful way. I think we would be perfect together, Hell, I think my petite form of 5’2 next to his tall, muscular form of…
It was the swimsuit that did it. Yes, when you get right down to it, everything that happened between me and my daughter Lisa that summer started with the damned swimsuit. It was early June. I was in the living room watching television when Lisa walked in. She had just turned sixteen that spring, and…
It has been two days since I gave daddy his birthday present, and I’ve been trying not to show him how much I want him. I mean it was nice and all and I think he really enjoyed it but it was just meant to be a one-time thing. I couldn’t have that kind of…
I remember the first time he mesmerized me. I was so young and pliable, so willing and trusting, a strange energy coming over me. He was after all, my daddy, well, my stepdaddy, but I never included the “step” when I referred to him. I’ve known him since he married my mom when I was…
(Can be read alone but is part of the series, “Daddy’s Desires”) My daughter and I have been having sex regularly for the past month. It was dangerous, because it was always so spontaneous. Neither of us stopped to grab a condom, or even think about the existence of such items. We just went for…
The day daddy came home early from work and caught me spread eagled on the couch, my shaved smooth pussy dripping on the towel underneath me, I thought I was going to die. An eighteen year old daughter was never supposed to let her daddy see her naked. Mine not only saw me naked, but…
His baby girl was growing up . She had just turned 17 and he could see the young girl had turned from a skinny, no curve baby to a hot young woman. Her body was one of a model. Her breasts had grown and her hips had widened. Her hourglass frame was just like that…
Please be sure to read My (Much) Younger Co-Worker to get the full benefit of reading this story. Billy answered my thoughts when he said “Your little boy needs a Daddy too.” Wow, what a turn of events. I just had the best sex I’d had in years, with my gorgeous 22 year old co-worker…
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Jazz’s “punishment” had lasted all of about an hour, but it had changed the way she looked at her father. He had shown such envy, such jealousy, such hurt, when he walked in on her and James. The schoolgirl outfit she was wearing was not much of a barrier between her beautiful 38 C sized…
It’s a late Friday evening in August as I lie back in bed, naked under the covers sipping bourbon on ice while listening to the occasional traffic through the open window in my bedroom. While time has passed since I last wrote, very little has changed between Grace and I except that we’ve grown closer…
Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the Nirvana poster she’d taped to her ceiling a few years back. Cobain’s eyes staring back at her, Sophie took a moment to process the events of yesterday afternoon and the night that followed. My father and I had fucked, she thought. There was just no…
It was nobody’s fault; we married way too young. If Chris hadn’t gotten pregnant, we probably wouldn’t have lasted ten months together. We had very different ideas about what was important. As it is, we spent ten years together, most of them unhappy. Finally, one day, she took the cat and left us. The divorce…
Sophie placed a picture frame on the small table and stepped back to look at the room. She started her college classes soon and that had meant getting her own place. She had been busy for the last few days getting the place just right. Her daddy was coming to visit for the weekend to…
Walking through the door on a Fridaynight, I see my Dad is home from work early. It doesn’t really surprise me, however, I was actually looking for some time alone. Dad worked in the grocery business, and usually worked during the day, so he would be home at night to be with the family, but…
I was 18 when my fantasy came true. My Daddy and I were home by ourselves. My mother had gone out of state with my brother for a basketball game the day before and wouldn’t be back for another day or so. The morning they left, I lay back on my bed, letting my fingers…