Daughter Stories

I stood up, but the soft and wonderful feeling of my daughter's breasts was still on my neck. Because my wife went to the school summer camp, I hadn't touched a woman for three weeks. The touch just now completely aroused my sexual desire. I should have left my daughter's room to let her sleep well, but I couldn't move my feet. I gently half-knelt in front of my daughter's bed and began to slowly stare at her.

brother and sister back for the summer from university, they live in a rural village and soon get bored so, go for a walk, they pass the big house where their parents are attending a meeting, so they decide to see what all the fuss is about.

I really am a good guy. It just seems like young girls keep throwing themselves at me. Who am I to argue with them?

Discovering that there is a serial rapist terrorizing two female family members, a detective must confront himself if he is to capture him.

When Malcolm Tide wakes up in the hospital, he’s devastated to discover that doctors have removed a vital part of his anatomy. Even more disturbing than the loss is the monstrous appendage that has taken its place. Things take a dark turn when he begins to experience intrusive thoughts—vile mutterings that encourage violence and tempt him with the promise of perverse pleasure. Will he be able to hold on to the man he once was? And what will these changes mean for the women in his life?

When I woke up I got the shock of my life. I was lying naked in bed, next to my naked eighteen year old daughter. Needless to say, I was hung over. The last thing I could remember was sitting in a restaurant with my daughter drinking what was obviously too much for me.