Dad-daughter Stories

This story is a joint venture between a great writer, Down4anything23, and me. Make sure you check out the stories he writes; they are fab. I was lying on my bed with Giavanna, my palms sweaty and my heart pumping, loud pulses in my ears. Mum and Dad were both out. For God's sake, I am nineteen, and I still live with my parents. I mean, just how crap is that? They are cool, most of the time, but they are overprotective st...

Mark rolled over and patted the empty space next to him, letting out a long sigh. Three months now, he thought —not a single night of having sex with my wife, since she'd started that damn third shift job. Sarah had taken on this new shift, hoping it would help them get caught up on their bills. But now, it was becoming so obvious to Mark that it might have been a big mistake. He stared at the ceiling, drumming his finger...

It was a regular Sunday dinner. Brother Leo had driven over with Mum’s car and picked me up. Dad would probably take me home later; he usually did. Leo often had a few ciders with lunch and so couldn’t drive, probably until Monday morning. As I walked in, I couldn’t see Dad; perhaps he was upstairs. I went into the kitchen and gave Mum a cuddle and a hug. “How have you been, sweetheart?” Mum asked as we disengaged, and sh...