Friday night. Time for my usual shortcut through the park and head for Benny’s Burgers. But why was there a girl sitting on a bench in shorts, tee shirt and tennis shoes on a chilling night? So, I stopped and got out. She gave me a type of "now what?"-look. Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed. “Can I be of some help? Are you hurt?” “No. I ran off.” Now this young lady didn’t appear as though she ran away from home, I had a gut feeli...

I toss my phone on the bed and hurry to the door. “Who is it?” “Room service, sir.” Disappointment, then relief. At least everything will be ready when she arrives. “Just a sec.” I unlock the door and welcome a penguin and his cart into my room. He can't be more than seventeen years old. He looks uncomfortable in his hotel-issued tuxedo. He stands silent beside me as I inspect the bounty. A heaping bowl of fresh fruit wit...

My phone pinged with a text from Ali. I’ve been bad, very bad. This was followed almost immediately by a photo of her puffy wet pussy glistening in the flashlight of her phone’s camera. Are you angry, Daddy? I didn’t reply. My cock was already growing hard and I knew details would follow if I remained quiet. Sure enough, a few moments later another ping, and Ali’s confession continued. I put on the black thong you bought...

Moonlight kisses her brave like sorrow daring to squeeze out in tears drip, drip of the sea, stretching to reach her on the shore while he is away in open water how he longs for the woman he playfully called daughter and she playfully called him in turn --father secret love secret fetish She called him Daddy when his salty brine fingers wiggle between her sweat-soaked thighs And he called her ‘baby girl’ his baby girl Moo...

(for J. with so much love) "There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." —Sir Francis Bacon I'd like to start this story by telling you a little about myself. My name is Tori, and I'm forty-eight. I'm a mom. My daughter is twenty-three, and she's my angel, my everything, and my support system. I live alone in a small apartment in Bay City, Texas. It's hard living alone. I'm not your aver...

I woke with the excitement that most little girls feel on the morning of Christmas. Theodore was clutched tightly in my left hand as I pulled off the covers with my right and rushed out of bed. I quickly raced out of the room and went to Daddy’s bedroom. He was sleeping, but I woke him up anyway. “Daddy, it’s Christmas! There’s no time for sleeping!” I poked him gently with Theodore until he stirred and his eyes opened. “...

Throughout the next few weeks, Lisa would send Jase pictures and videos of her and Shelby kissing or teasingly touching one another in a naughty way.  She knew he loved being teased and seeing her happy. “I am really missing you, Daddy,” Lisa had typed in a picture she sent him of her fingers opening her lips. “I miss you too, baby girl.  You caused this. lol,” he replied with a picture of his bulging jeans. “When will yo...

Lisa and Shelby enjoyed the warm sun as they sat on the bench next to the small pond. “No kids, no worries,” said Lisa, “We need more days like this.” “Yup,” Shelby agreed, “All we need now is a boy toy and our day would be complete.” Lisa spurted coke from her mouth and began laughing. “A boy toy,” she asked when she stopped laughing, “what made you think of that?” “I don’t know,” Shelby said with a shrug, “I think it wo...

It is lunchtime, are you eating baby girl? Yes, Daddy, I am going to eat right now. Good girl, I am proud of you for remembering to eat.  Daddy needs you to take care of yourself, honey. Yes, Daddy. Playful banter and naughty texts continued throughout the day while John worked his part-time job.   He missed his baby girl.  Going from working twenty-four hours at the firehouse to eight hours at the part-job was a long tim...

I never really considered myself a sexual being. When I thought of sex - which was rare, I thought of about three different positions and not much else. Orgasms were few and far between and I rarely experienced passion. Although I was resigned to a mundane life getting by on my limited knowledge of intimacy, there was a deep and repressed desire. I knew I wanted something but wasn’t sure what it was. When He found me, I w...

You’d intrigued me in so many ways for so many months. You’d think if I’d waited that long, I could have waited just a bit longer until our first date. Perhaps it was knowing you were buzzed. Perhaps it was knowing you’d been out with someone else earlier. Perhaps it was a desire to set the tone for our first dinner. But most likely it was you texting me that you had just crawled into bed with your Hitachi, vibrator, and...

As she lay on the bed, hands bound behind her, wearing nothing but a blindfold and burgundy lace panties she could hear him somewhere in the room. She could hear him breathing as he watched her, feel his eyes on her body. The thrill of it made her squirm against the restraints. She heard movement as he came towards her. ‘struggle all you want babe, daddy loves to watch!’ He whispered into her ear. ‘Just remember the more...

Lainey’s fingers dashed across the phone screen. She hit send on her message and began to type out another lengthy response before Dylan could reply. That bastard had spent the better part of her shift at the coffee shop arguing with her over text. The fact that she was now driving home did not stop the argument. It was now in full swing now. Lainey had called him out for flirting with his coworker. She found the text mes...

Désolée, Daddy. I didn't mean to spill the Cabernet all over your manuscript. I was having fun trying to tickle you.  I know, dirty little sluts need to be punished from behind. But first, you'll have to catch me to rip off my panties. Come and get it, Daddy. Make me taste the grass. I'm not a delicate flower. Oof! It's so thick. That's just the tip? Je suis prêt. That's it, Daddy. Fuck me.   Muffle my cries. Wrap your pa...