Father Stories

And to think I thought having sex with my dad at home was fun... Well, turns out it was nothing compared to the first time we did it at his office.

When an Elm tree comes through the ceiling of Mandy's bedroom, she's soaked and scared. The only dry and warm place in the house is Daddy's bed. And things heat up considerably as Mandy tries to take her mind off the lightning and thunder.

A young man looks back at his life and lusts. Considering each of the girls and women he's known, he smiles as memories come to mind, relishing the connection and ecstasy that came with each conquest and every ounce of semen he poured between their legs. And so as his past relationships are recounted to himself and the reader, he only slowly comes to realize that maybe he really is the problem after all. Codes will be added as the story progresses.

I live in a forest and mill my own wood. My brother comes to help and soon we are doing more than milling on a woodpile