Daddy’s Work Is Never Done
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION: I'll do anything to keep these thoughts at bay. They're so wrong and I feel helpless to stop them. I go to an adult store and find a whip to flagellate myself for my impure thoughts, and think this is the solution. But I was wrong. EXCERPT: As Dad walks around my desk to give me a peck on the cheek, I suddenly turn my head and our lips meet. I gasp. He moves away from my lips just a bit and we look deeply into each other’s eyes. Then his hand moves behind my head and pulls me into a kiss that would start a fire if my lips were kindling. And I’m shocked. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t do that, Dad.” “But I did. And you liked it.” “I did not! Have you lost your mind?” Liar, liar, pants on fire… ****** I know my daughter like a book, and she’s lying. I felt her response to that kiss and she was into it. But she’s right, of course. I can never act out my fantasies about Emma. It’s just wrong, in so many ways. The longer I think about it, the more guilt I feel. The more guilt I feel, the more I feel the need to do something about it. “I’ve got to go out, Em. I’ll be back in an hour.” She gives me a look that shows her uncertainty about my frame of mind, and I leave. I’m off to look for an adult store to browse for something to take my mind off my daughter. Finding the Pleasure Chest, I go in and take two or three walks around the store, settling on something that might keep naughty thoughts about my daughter at bay. I’ve got to do something. After that kiss, I can’t get my mind off her and my cock and balls need release…like, constantly.