Christmas Lost is a partial story I found last week on an old drive it is unfinished. I'm posting it for his fans. I started not to allow voting, but that was not his way. When you vote, please remember this is a first draft, and be kind.
As my daughter began to blossom into womanhood, she became extremely flirtatious with me, eventually leading to her getting me so horny that when she began touching my cock, I just couldn’t offer any resistance.
Emma has a thing for her dad. Being brought up by him all on his own it's probably not too surprising. She's a clever girl and she realizes that her dreams are likely to remain just that, but that doesn't stop a girl dreaming of course.
Those were the words that young Brit Oliver Hunt couldn't bring himself to say when he picked them up from the pavement. He'd seen them fall out of her bag, but how to return them to her?