The Devil On My Shoulder
The dreams about my daughter, Maisie, wouldn’t stop until something was done about it.
The dreams I have experienced over the last few days have been weird, to say the least. At night, I have woken up at two in the morning, sweaty body, a pumping heart and an erection the size of a cucumber. The dreams quickly evaporate and yet I remember the devil’s voice on my shoulder telling me that I’d like to fuck her, want to fuck her, need to fuck her. Every time I shake my head and try to forget that whimpering, g...