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Craving Daddy
Halley knew her Daddy fantasies should remain just that -- private dream-like thrills that never really came true. But her irresistible stepfather, Derek, never left her thoughts no matter how hard she tried to ignore him. What follows is Halley's intensely personal 7800-word account of a fateful summer encounter in which her secret longings were finally and frantically satisfied.
This story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of consenting adults engaged in masturbation and various m/f sex acts. This material is intended for mature adults only.
*** Please This title is also available alongside two similar stories in Ellie Saxx's PRIVATE CRAVINGS collection. ***
I'd downed my glass of wine quickly, and when I was done eating I slid back on the bed and leaned against a stack of pillows. When Derek glanced back at me his gaze lingered on the spot where my shirt had risen up, exposing my navel. Then he wiped his face with a cloth napkin and carried the tray back to the table.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" he said when he walked back over. His voice had gotten steadier, a notch lower. Calmer.
"Not at all," I said, trying to mirror him.
"Good," he said. "I'm so tired. Just need to stretch out for a bit."
"Here," I said, sitting up. "Let me rub your shoulders."
Derek hesitated, then said, "Okay." He sat on the edge of the bed.
I slid over and knelt right behind him. I placed my hands on each side of his neck and pushed down firmly, pressing toward his shoulders in a smooth motion.
"You're really tense," I said.
"Mmm-hhmmm." He let his head sag.
I continued working on his broad back and shoulders, pressing and kneading along and around his shoulder blades, on each side of his spine, and my hands grew hot sliding over his cotton shirt...surely picking up most of the heat from him, because he felt like he was on fire.
He was so well-muscled that it took a lot of effort to really work my hands into the knots and sore spots; occasionally my breasts brushed against Derek's back and I had to stifle a low moan. It was all I could do to resist kissing his neck, gnawing on him, running my hands through his hair.
In fact, I did stop resisting the urges. I reached around Derek until my hands were on his chest and I started to stroke him there lightly. He shifted but didn't say anything; instead, he leaned back against me, compressing my chest with a wall of heat.
"You can tell me to stop anytime," I whispered.
"Okay," he said.
"Just say the word...Daddy," I whispered, even softer. "You want me to stop?" I pushed one hand down his chest, over his taut stomach.
"No."
This story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of consenting adults engaged in masturbation and various m/f sex acts. This material is intended for mature adults only.
*** Please This title is also available alongside two similar stories in Ellie Saxx's PRIVATE CRAVINGS collection. ***
I'd downed my glass of wine quickly, and when I was done eating I slid back on the bed and leaned against a stack of pillows. When Derek glanced back at me his gaze lingered on the spot where my shirt had risen up, exposing my navel. Then he wiped his face with a cloth napkin and carried the tray back to the table.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" he said when he walked back over. His voice had gotten steadier, a notch lower. Calmer.
"Not at all," I said, trying to mirror him.
"Good," he said. "I'm so tired. Just need to stretch out for a bit."
"Here," I said, sitting up. "Let me rub your shoulders."
Derek hesitated, then said, "Okay." He sat on the edge of the bed.
I slid over and knelt right behind him. I placed my hands on each side of his neck and pushed down firmly, pressing toward his shoulders in a smooth motion.
"You're really tense," I said.
"Mmm-hhmmm." He let his head sag.
I continued working on his broad back and shoulders, pressing and kneading along and around his shoulder blades, on each side of his spine, and my hands grew hot sliding over his cotton shirt...surely picking up most of the heat from him, because he felt like he was on fire.
He was so well-muscled that it took a lot of effort to really work my hands into the knots and sore spots; occasionally my breasts brushed against Derek's back and I had to stifle a low moan. It was all I could do to resist kissing his neck, gnawing on him, running my hands through his hair.
In fact, I did stop resisting the urges. I reached around Derek until my hands were on his chest and I started to stroke him there lightly. He shifted but didn't say anything; instead, he leaned back against me, compressing my chest with a wall of heat.
"You can tell me to stop anytime," I whispered.
"Okay," he said.
"Just say the word...Daddy," I whispered, even softer. "You want me to stop?" I pushed one hand down his chest, over his taut stomach.
"No."
23 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 15, 2012
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Ellie Saxx
55 books31 followersEllie Saxx writes a wide variety of creative erotic stories for adventurous adults. They can be raw, funny, and shocking...you've been warned!
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