Daddy's Afternoon Delight
Skylar is a good girl from a small town living in the wicked city while going to college. When her mother brings home a new husband out of the blue, it turns her perfect little world upside down. Why was her new daddy trying so hard to control her? What did he really want? And why did she find it so hard to say no? More
A wicked little tale of a good girl's first time, and doing it very naughty.
Skylar's a small town girl living in the big city and going to college. She shares an apartment with her divorced mother, who unexpectedly brought home a new husband. Now he's trying to control Skylar in ways that both excite and frighten her. Why does he get her so excited? And what will happen when he catches her in the kitchen doing something very naughty?
Warning, this short-story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, namely a smoking hot babe submitting to all of her step-brother's darkest desires. This sexy short story is all sizzling sex, getting down and dirty.
A Smokin' Hot Press erotic short story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Looking myself over in the full-length mirror, I was stunned by all the curves. Where did they come from? Was it the dress? I never noticed my figure was that dramatic. I mean, I knew I didn't have any fat, had a tone, flat belly, and a nice set of tits, but wow.
Next, I put on the black satin choker Aamir gave me. Then I put on the sparkly chandelier earrings, marveling out awesome they looked glittering so sexily deep in my dark hair. Next came the assorted silver and gold bangles. And last but not least, I applied a darker shade of pink lip gloss to finish it out.
"Wow," I said, again staring in the mirror. "Just…wow."
Wearing such in-your-face sexy clothes and jewelry left me hot and fluttery. There was a little tremor deep in my belly, that I'd never felt before and kinda liked.
"I need a glass of water," I said, heading for the door. In part I wanted to hear those high heels on the hardwood floors of the living room and kitchen. They were my very first stilettos, and even though they scared me a little, I loved them. "This hot girl needs to cool her engine down."
I giggled. My face flushed. I felt so bad, so shameless. So sexy.
About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked it'll curl your toes.