Rough daddy Stories

It was Christmas break, and I was more excited than usual to be done with school. Daddy always picked me up from school, even though I was 18 years old. He didn’t like the idea of me riding crammed in the bus with all those other students, and he certainly wouldn’t let me drive a car—'cars will just take you to another boy!’ he’d say. “Hey, honey!” He said when I hopped in the passenger seat of his truck. “Hey, Daddy,” I...

Chapter One “What is it, honey?” my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. “N-nothing, Daddy,” I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room—err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought. “You sure?” he called after me, but I was near a sprint now back to my room. “Yeah, nothing!” I said as I closed my door. My heart raced from the adrenaline dump of wha...