“Hey, sweetie,” he greeted me with a quick hug and kiss to my forehead. Just like old times. But it's funny, I don't remember in old times him being so damned attractive. He wasn’t a big burly bodybuilder, with a beard and tattoos and rippling, sinewy muscles. He was an insurance agent, for God’s sake! But he's tall, and slim, and good looking in a really solid kind of way. He's fit not because he went to the gym, but bec...

I felt shame tinged with pleasure as I lay there thinking about the story. I knew that I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but I couldn't deny the effect it had on me. I tossed my tablet aside and tried to catch my breath, my heart still racing from the experience. I closed my eyes and imagined the scenes from the story playing out in my mind, feeling a thrill run through me. I can't believe I just did that... I knew that this w...

Like A Drug My name is Gillian Tate. Gillian. Not Jill. I hate the name Jill, so I’ve managed to train everyone in my life not to call me that. My father, however, insists on calling me ‘Jilly’. Particularly annoying coming from someone named Jackson. I enjoyed a very happy childhood. My dad, Jackson Tate was great, while my mother, Marguerite, was a bit more high maintenance. She always wanted more excitement than my fat...

"Hello, I'm Dr. Rose," she said. She was exactly what I was looking for: Older, white, straight-laced, conservative. I was absolutely sure she would tell me how horrible this is. I needed somebody to talk some sense to me and confirm how awful all this is. Somebody professional. Either that or give their blessing. Like that would ever happen! I shook her hand and said, "Hi I'm Lisa. Lisa Robinson," and took a seat on the...

FINALLY! I was happy that school was back in session! I couldn’t WAIT to get back to campus. I LOVE school. I was good at it, carrying a solid 3.5, majoring in Architecture. I was reasonably hot, so there was no shortage of guys trying to get with me. But mostly, I loved school because my mother wasn’t there. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my mother. I did, I mean I do, but she was still so bitter and angry that any time sp...

I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I was wet and sandy. Where am I? I think I see a girl kneeling beside me. I was hit on the head, but now I’m coming to… I recognized this beautiful girl is my daughter. As consciousness returns, I ask, “Alyssa, what happened? How did we get here?” She quickly hugged me tightly, relieved that I’m alive. “Thank God, you’re awake. I don’t know what happened, we were on the yacht and...

Another Friday night. Madison closed her eyes and tried to relax. She regulated her breathing and tried to enjoy herself. She thought about the guy she was with a month ago. Brad. Of course, he was named Brad. He looked like a Norse god. Blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled chin, and positively gagging at the idea of fucking a real redhead, particularly one a few years older. She was a twenty-eight-year-old athlete and he fel...

Robert was always a light sleeper. While he always had the ability to fall asleep quickly and deeply, it didn't take much at all to wake him up. He'd always fall right back asleep again, just like he had when he woke up earlier and found Trisha in bed with him. He was asleep again in seconds. Now he heard footsteps in the house, and he was instantly alert. He knew that everyone in the house was in this bed, and for a mome...

As she drove back home, Trisha was surprised that she didn’t feel worse. She’d recently broken up with her boyfriend of three years. It had been her longest relationship yet. The breakup was not angry or bitter. There had been no cheating, no abuse, no violence. But there’d been no passion, either. She realized that their relationship had simply run its course. He, on the other hand, wanted to get married. That’s what tri...

Robert and Trisha O’Day were still giggling as they stumbled into the front door of their home. Robert had been making little jokes about a particularly odd-looking friend of hers they’d seen a few minutes earlier. “I’m serious,” he was saying. ‘It’s like God was working on her and realized that he was late for something, and just kind of threw her together and left! Her arms are too short for her body, her legs are too s...

Anton was sitting in bed reading a book by one of his favorite authors. Work had been particularly exhausting, and he was glad to be off for the next few days. The door opened and his twenty-year-old daughter Nicole walked in, wearing a yellow tank top and dark blue panties. He took a moment to admire her youthful sexiness before remembering that she was his daughter and that the thoughts he was having were deeply inappro...

Part 3 – The Plan Revealed The trip home was uneventful. On the plane, I was quieter than usual, and dad didn’t press me to talk. Instead, he just sat next to me, keeping his arm around me, holding me close. To a casual observer, we didn’t look at all like any father and daughter, but lovers. In the Uber home, I asked Dad how he can be so chill, while I’m over here freaking out. He answered, “Either your plan worked, and...

The phone rang, loud and irritatingly rude, and abruptly woke me from the most amazing sleep of my life. I was warm under the covers, safely wrapped in my father’s arms. At that moment, I had no need for anything on the other side of that door. So why was this fucking phone ringing?! Finally, it stopped, only to start ringing again a few seconds later. It was closer to me, but Dad reached over me and picked it up, growlin...

Part Two – The Plan is put in Motion At the cruise port, while we were in line to go through the various checkpoints to get on the ship, I was surprised how many people assumed Daddy and I were married. As we presented our passports, they immediately referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. I was tempted to chime in, ‘No, he’s not my husband, he’s my dad,’ but I decided not to tempt fate. So, I just stayed silent and sm...

The Plan Is Formed ***** My name is Sierra Montgomery Broadman, and I am a Daddy’s girl. I always have been. Based on recent events, I can now say with certainty that I always will be. My dad positively doted on me, and it was no secret in the family that I was his favorite. It didn’t bother my two younger brothers at all. In fact, they exploited it. Whenever there was something that Daddy might probably say no to, they’d...