In the dreamscape of my eighteen-year-old mind, the world outside my bedroom has completely vanished. There is no brand to uphold, no Mother, not even Toto. There is only me and the man who comes to me in the night, my fantasy lover, Daddy. I lie on my back, my breath shallow, my heart beating frantically against my ribs, seeking physical relief from my taboo fantasy. In the depths of my dreams, my fingers move rhythmical...

God, Susan is so loud. Even when she’s just sitting there paying bills, her energy is stressful. I was leaning against the granite island, microwaving a slice of three-day-old pizza and nursing a neon-lime energy drink. I was scrolling TikTok at full volume as some girl explained why her aura is slime green. I was wearing an oversized slime-green mesh top over a black lace bralette, paired with micro-shorts and platform b...

I’d been lying with my legs spread, imagining Daddy walking in and catching his eighteen-year-old Kitten with my hand in my panties. In my teen fantasy, Daddy says, "Oh, Kitten, Daddy's been waiting so long," as he pushes my legs apart and climbs between them, deflowering me and telling me I’m a better lay than Mom. I spread my slick all over my bare, swollen pussy, and strummed my clit until I couldn’t take anymore. I ha...