My Dearest Journal, Daily musings and reflections recorded herein. In a nutshell, I'm just sharing my thoughts and experiences with you. Anything important, big or small, is scribbled down. Let this digital journal be a reflection of my life.
Hey there, it's me.
The most precious thing to me, Emily, was born on 7th January 1993 to my wife Julie and me. It was a pleasure to see her graduate high school in 2011. However, during those 18 years, our lives got really rough. In 2006, my beloved Julie, her mother, passed away in a car accident due to a drunk driver. She was working late that night while I stayed at home with Emily. The police gave us a call, and by the time we reached the hospital, it was too late; Julie was pronounced dead upon arrival.
I never imagined that I'd go from being in a happy family to being a single dad of a teenage girl. And being a single father was extremely difficult, without any family support from Julie's or mine side. Both our parents had passed away, and we didn't have any siblings. So, it was just me and Emily.
I was glad that Julie had taught Emily crucial gendered knowledge, like periods, tampons, makeup, and so on. My role was simple - just being the shoulder to cry on, a protector, and a provider. I dedicated all my time and effort to fulfilling these roles, mostly sacrificing my social life. Still, on some rare occasions, I managed to be set up on dates; yet, they didn't really work out. And Emily needed me pretty badly during those times, which made me feel bad about leaving her behind.
As Emily matured into a full-fledged teenager, she became increasingly challenging to deal with. It felt like her hormones were in control. She was rebellious, defiantly going against my authority. She pushed the envelope in her dressing choices, wearing short skirts and tight jeans that revealed her growing curves. She sometimes even walked around the house wearing only a towel. I confronted her about this several times, warning her to dress more decently. But she just dared me to punish her. I ended up grounding her instead.
When she graduated high school in 2011, she decided that she didn't want to go to college right away. She wanted to live at home and have some fun. We argued about her roaming around without a job, not helping with chores, not going to school, and being on her phone or laptop all the time. I was burnt out from working 12 hour shifts, coming home to clean and cook for her.
She was starting to test the limits too much when Emily went out with friends, and I found my way into her room, curious about what her secret was - maybe it was drugs? I went through her drawers, starting from under the bed, checking her bookshelf, searching her dresser drawers, everywhere I could think of.
As I looked in her dresser drawers, I found a hidden treasure - some lingerie. She had a pair of black lace thongs, and when I touched them, my mind creating visuals of her wearing them. This was wrong, but I couldn't avoid those thoughts. I was ashamed and put them back into the drawer. Then, I noticed a glint of something from under the pile of clothes. When I pulled out the items, I found several homemade DVDs with simple white envelopes covering them. October 6th, 2012, was the day this all unfolded.
When I opened the drawers, I saw Emily's panties. Instantly, my fingers slipped into the cloth. I touched an object which felt hard and made of plastic; it was a vibrator. My brain conjured images of her using it, her moaning as she climaxed. I had to clear my mind immediately but found myself unable to, as the thoughts consumed me.
In my head, I saw her putting on her panties, revealing her body as she dragged them up her long legs and adjusted the straps at the back. The thin panel of these underwear covered her... her... and I closed my eyes, desperately trying to rid my mind of these thoughts. But they were too persistent.
As I reached out to grasp the objects, my throat went dry. I experience a sudden shock as if electrocuted, preventing me from touching them. I couldn't bear to gaze upon them fully, not at this time. I've already done enough wrong. I quietly left the room, shutting the door behind me.
My thoughts were disoriented, overwhelmed by the recent events. I searched for drugs initially, but left with a new image of Emily as a sexually mature individual. While I've never imagined her having sexual encounters before, it now seemed feasible given her age. Despite her behavior, I couldn't confront her with these thoughts. What troubled me most, though, was her growing prominence in my mind. My perception of her had shifted dramatically into someone attractive and sensual.
Her disobedience persisted for a month but I was no longer equipped to punish her for her actions and words. Her behavior now was driving me insane. Her tendency to stroll around in towels was overwhelming, particularly as I contemplated the possibility of what lay beneath.
When she went out for the weekend, I snuck into her room once more, surveying her belongings. I inspected her dresser, finding her vibrator and the DVDs still there. Then I spotted her diary resting on her nightstand. I hesitated, considering invading the privacy of my own child in such a manner. I eventually picked up the book, wrestling with the ethical ramifications of my decision. I settled onto her bed, flipping through the pages.
A few pages stood out to me, particularly one from February 16, 2012.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2012
Dear Diary, I really desire to sleep with an older man again. Fucking John last night felt so underwhelming! For a 18-year-old, you'd think he'd know where a woman's clit is and what it's for!
After losing my virginity on May 17, 2011, my second affair occurred during a family vacation. At 18 years of age, a new energy awakened within me, inspiring me to express myself sexually. The desire to feel the kiss, the caress, and the touch on my naked skin overwhelmed me. People constantly inquire about my emotions when engaging in sex. Although I recognize its harmful nature and that many men are primarily interested in my body, I appreciate being found desirable. I like that men and women find me attractive. I enjoy the satisfaction of providing pleasure and receiving it in return, no matter their motivation.
My first lover was an older man during my vacation. He was unbelievably gentle, caressing me before slipping my clothing off. I was shivering with anticipation as I felt his every touch, each one landing on my clit. I remember when he embraced me from behind, one hand playing with my breast while the other stroked my pussy. His lips and teeth nibbled on my neck and ear before his finger penetrated me, entering me deeply for the first time. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before! He then laid me down on my back. His penis was the largest I'd ever seen and I couldn't fathom how it could fit into me; it did, however, and it felt phenomenal.
I must have climaxed several times. The number was indistinguishable. He removed himself from me at one point, and masterbated, his gaze fixated on me. The eroticism of the scene left me astounded. When he came on my stomach, his warm semen trickling down my bare skin, his expression displaying genuine satisfaction from my pleasure, my happiness was unparalleled.
It was the most memorable night in my life. I longed to relive that moment endlessly. Oh Diary, how I yearn for MORE, with someone who is knowledgeable about sex!
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Vivid recollections of our summer vacation resurfaced. We visited the Outer Banks for two weeks, experiencing the happiest time together since Julie's passing. This realization left me unsettled as I recalled the perfect moment of laughter and giggles.
The diary entry stunned me. I also felt anger, jealously, and arousal. But every thought returned to her passionate state, with her mouth gasping for breath, the wetness between her legs, and her body convulsing in climax.
Flipping through the book, I noticed the majority of the pages were filled with thoughts about sex. It became clear that my teenage daughter was quite sexually active. There were several entries about boys she wanted to sleep with and sexual fantasies she had while masturbating. Nothing surprising there. However, I reached an entry at the end of her final year in high school that left me stunned.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Dear Diary, I had sex with Mr. Masterson after school today, and I was finally able to lose my virginity. Throughout the school year, he had been staring at my chest and my buttocks. I didn't mind at all. In fact, I'd helped him notice them.
At 18 years old, I'm going to enjoy myself!
Teasing him like that all year long aroused me so much. I love making men mad with desire, until all they can think about is to make love to me.
Am I a slut? Does it even matter?
I decided to play the role of the girl in porn movies, trading an A in the class for sex... but it's not about the grade. I just wanted to have sex with him!
I snuck into his classroom during the last class period, and, after making a few silly comments, I started unbuttoning my blouse, asking if he liked my breasts, while I played with them. He was like a puppy dog watching a squirrel, drooling. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by; I began riding him to two orgasms. Then, I went down to his impressive penis and had it in my vagina for three more. He continued pleading for ejaculation. I found it thrilling that a man could want to release the semen so badly, but I refused to let him until I was prepared. He was merely a sexual plaything at the time.
When I let him stand up, he was still holding his penis. I got on my knees in front of him, with my mouth open, pretending to be a complete slut. I wanted him to cum in my mouth!
And he fulfilled my wishes! My mouth was completely filled with his semen! It was so delicious! I opened wide and traced the tongue around and around, acting like the girls in the movies do; I was saltily demonstrating my passion for cum.
Now, I wish I slept with him sooner! What a magnificent penis! ===============
I pondered whether or not to go to the school board and fire Mr. Masterson, but realizing it would reveal that I'd read her diary. She was no longer at the school, and I didn't want to cause any harm to myself.
Emily graduated in June, and I recall shaking hands with all her teachers. I tried to recall if I shook hands with Mr. Masterson, but nothing came to mind. I flipped through a few more pages, merely skimming them, before another entry caught my eye.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Dear Diary, I had a lesbian encounter for the first time last night with Amber's mother. I'd known her for four years, ever since Emily and I became friends in high school. I always thought she was such a beautiful woman. But, you never really know how beautiful a woman is until she's naked.
I visited Amber, but she had left to go to the mall with her father. Gwen invited me inside and I willingly came in. She only wore a t-shirt and cotton shorts and looked splendid. She said she could wait for them to return, but she believed it would take a couple of hours.
I had slightly known her, yet when we started conversing, it seemed like she was trying to figure out who I was. She took ice cream out of the refrigerator and opened the lid, dipped her finger inside, and sucked it off. She asked if I wanted some as well. It seemed like a fun game where I couldn't resist watching her lick her finger clean. She was also excited and one thing led to another. Soon enough, she was licking off the ice cream from my fingers... then licking off the ice cream from my lips... then off my neck as she drizzled it there. [
I felt goosebumps all over my body as I read her words. She was so open, so eager, and so sexually charged. In a short amount of time, she had managed to remove my shirt and pants, leaving me standing in front of her, shivering from the cold yet feeling the heat of her actions. Her eyes were filled with desire as she looked up at me. I had to resist the urge to fall down as she continued to lick and suck my clit. Her hands caressed my ass, pulling me closer to her, and I leaned back against the counter. Her mouth continued its exploration, sending me into a state of euphoria.
She made me cum so hard, I lost track of time. My legs were shaking, and my eyes rolled back in my head. She leaned back on the couch, and with a wicked smile on her face, she pulled me onto the couch, showing me how to pleasure a woman. The taste of her was exquisite, and I was happy to oblige. After all, she had taught me so much about myself.
"When can I do this again?" I asked, gasping for air.
I couldn't help but think about what I had read in her diary. It was so vivid, so raw, and so naughty. I had no idea my daughter was so sexually adventurous. Reading about her experiences sent me into a frenzy. I had been a little excited before, but now I was in full-on arousal mode. I had to know more.
I flipped through the pages of her diary, my heart pounding with each turn. I had never felt so turned on in my life. It was as if her words had come to life, and I was being pulled in by her sexuality. It was hard to believe that this was my daughter. This was the girl I had raised, the girl I loved. Yet, she had turned into a woman who was taking charge of her own body and exploring her sexuality.
I had so many questions, but decided to focus on this moment. Her panties were already off, and her mouth was back in action. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel her warm mouth on my own parts, to satisfy her as she had just satisfied me. I couldn't take it anymore. With my legs buckling beneath me, I leaned back against the counter, feeling her warm lips engulf my clit.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Dear Diary,
I was shivering from the cold and from the raw sexuality of my actions. In a matter of minutes, I had my shirt off and was kneeling in front of her, tugging her pants down and taking off her panties. She smiled up at me, watching me with her big brown eyes as I watched her tongue caress my clit. I almost lost my balance when my legs buckled from the pleasure. Her hands slid between my legs and cupped my ass, pulling me back against the kitchen counter. Her arms opened my legs wider as her mouth probed my pussy.
She made me cum so hard I was seeing stars... and my toes were hurting from curling them so many times! And after that, she led me into the living room, sat on the couch, and showed me how to lick her pussy. God, Diary, it was the most wonderful taste. I love to taste a guy's cum in my mouth, but having pussy on my tongue was just as incredible!
When can I do that again??!!!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Dear Diary,
I felt my cock harden instantly in my pants. Her damn diary was playing into a lot of my sexual fantasies. I was struggling with my emotions. On one hand, it was a relief to know she was a sexually active, powerful woman. On the other hand, I was worried about how it would change our relationship. I didn't want to feel that way about my own daughter. I looked at the clock and realized I had a few hours before she got home. I unzipped my pants, freeing my ever-growing cock. It was ready for action. I grabbed the diary and couldn't help but flip through it, reading more and more about her adventures.
==================== Saturday, August 6, 2011
Dear Diary,
I had the most incredible sex in my life today! Mike was having a pool party at his parent's house as a blow off before college started. The house was filled with attractive people wearing skimpy outfits. We swam, ate, drank, and smoked. But the best part was when I went looking for Amber in the basement and found her making out with Mike, Joe, and Sid.
There were two men and only two women? I decided it was time to even the odds! I stripped off my top to get the party started! Before I knew it, we were all fucking, one after another, over and over again. It felt so amazing!
Two things I came away with... one, it was heavenly to know what it was like to be fucked in all my holes at once. And two, it felt wonderful to have sex with a woman. Robin brought a strap-on, and I used it to pleasure both her pussy and ass.
We fucked for about 3 hours... it's going to be hard to walk for a week.
*****
Despite how much I enjoyed the previous incidents, this week was rough. I tried to ignore her diary the best I could. However, I couldn't stay away from her room. I managed to resist touching it. But, I couldn't fight off my curiosity. I saw something shiny out of the corner of my eye, and it turned out to be one of her DVDs. I placed it in my computer, and to my surprise, found several videos featuring Emily. They took place at a party, on a beach, in the middle of nature, with a couple... the list goes on. Every single video showed Emily in some sort of kinky, sexual, and ecstatic situation. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but think and wonder about her life and experiences.
I had to focus on the now. With her mouth back in action, I felt her tongue explore me, bringing me closer and closer to a second orgasm. I couldn't resist any longer and lost my balance, leaning against the counter with my eyes closed.
I couldn't help but watch as she sucked on another guy's dick, the scene playing out frame by frame. I stared in awe as the cock erupted in her mouth, splattering her face or her bare chest. I couldn't look away as she took it all, letting it burst in her mouth or on her face. She smiled and moaned while she was being fucked in her pussy or ass, her gaze burrowing into the camera. I watched and re-watched as she pleasured herself on her bed, on the couch, even on my bed, her fingers or a vibrator sliding inside her pussy and ass, talking dirty into the camera, directing her thoughts and desires towards me.
I couldn't help myself, each video and scene leaving me pleasured beyond belief, cumming more in a week than I had in the past five years.
On Saturday, October 13, my fascination became overwhelming and I opened her diary. I flipped through the entries, reading old ones and new ones, when I stumbled upon an entry that seemed to involve me.
----------------------------------- October 28, 2011
Dear Diary, I discovered my father's stash of pornography today. I can't believe I did it, but while he was at work, I crept into his bedroom and searched through his things. I never guessed how perverse he was, finding dirty magazines and videos on the top shelf of his closet. I watched a couple of the videos — one filled with lesbians and the other showcasing newcomers — where the men made them suck their massive penises and ejaculate on their faces. They made me so horny, I spent the entire day rubbing myself!
I was a little too daring, I must admit, leaving my damp panties under his bed to give him a taste of me. I hope he dreams of me. I hope he thinks of me and thinks about jerking off while fantasizing about me. I'd love to watch him show me his dirty desires! -----------------------------------
My body trembled, not just from the fear of being discovered, but also from arousal. Did she just fantasize about me in her naughty fantasy? Did she fantasize about cumming all over my bed? Did she want to make me jerk off, spilling my seed while thinking of her? The thoughts were electrifying.
I searched through the pages, hoping to find more references to me. What else did she think or write about me? What else did she fantasize about?
=========================== Monday, November 14, 2011
Dear Diary, I had a dream about my father last night. It was so steamy! We were at a public swimming pool and I was wearing a black bikini, trying to draw attention to my body. He sat on the seats, jerking off while I strutted around the pool, flashing my ass at everyone. He didn't seem to mind everyone watching him.
I was embarrassed, but I felt so turned on too. I couldn't stop staring. I stretched my hand to help him, to help him stroke his giant cock. Leaning in close, my mouth inches from his hand, I licked my lips and looked at him longingly, wanting to take him in.
But then my fucking alarm went off! Dammit, I was so worked up just thinking about it all day! ============================
I nearly exploded as I finished reading that story. Because that was written a year ago. She'd been fantasizing about me for a long time. Was she trying to get my attention, trying to seduce me? Was she asking me to fulfill her lusty desires? I stared at her actions since and realized that it had been obvious. Her revealing outfits, her casually walking around the house in a towel — she'd been teasing me!
I flipped through the pages, desperate to understand better, to find more references to me. It seemed as if she planned her behavior to catch my attention. She noted my responses as if she expected me to react to her advances.
========================= Monday, January 3, 2012
Dear Diary, my father and I drove back from a New Year trip, a long six-hour journey. The whole time I sat beside him, my mind drowning in the potential carnal possibilities. I watched him closely, imagining his cock firming and stretching, so hard and long. I scratched my leg, my stomach, my chest — anything to make him notice more of me.
I was so worked up that my body shook when I thought of him reacting. ==========================
Did she want me to react? Had she aimed to seduce me all along? I started flipping through the notebook again, desperate to find some answers. I found several entries, each one showing that she planned her behavior to entice me. Several even mentioned me, seemingly longing for my reaction.
I snuggled close to him, thanking him as my hand brushed against his thigh, mere inches from his cock. It was hilarious feeling his body tremble. I knew his cock was getting harder and harder, causing discomfort in his pants. I wanted to help release the beast.
I fantasized about him calling me a dirty girl and having me take off my clothes to punish me. This would happen right there in the car, for everyone to see. He'd make me put one leg up on the dashboard and show him my pussy. He'd reach his hand over and spank my pussy, before sliding a finger or two inside, violently fingering me until just before I came.
He'd drive me insane but never let me reach climax. He'd make me pinch my nipples for him, harder and harder... just to torment me. He'd make me cup my breasts to lift them up for his viewing pleasure, ensuring my nipples were erect for him.
He'd have toys in a bag, just like in the porn videos. Clamps for my nipples, pinching them hard with a dangling chain for him to grab. Clamps for my pussy lips, pinching them to keep me extremely wet. Handcuffs and spreader bars to put me in a helpless, exposed position, exposing all my holes to his will. A collar for my neck to show everyone I'm his. And a large gag for my mouth so I don't scream too loudly, making sure my mouth was used for one thing: sucking his fucking cock!
Oh God, it's hard to write this down! My fingers can't help but touch my pussy when I think about it. My pussy juice is smearing the ink! Crap, I wish Daddy would just take me and play with me like his little slut! ================
Oh my God, I remember that car ride! She almost made me go insane! And when she hugged me and touched my leg, I felt my cock jumping! My cock was so hard! I had to take it out and began stroking it. I thought of something very naughty and started imagining being with her. I found a pair of her panties and started rocking them in my hand. The feeling was incredible... and knowing these panties were next to Emily's pussy excited me beyond belief.
I turned more pages, searching for more entries about me. The next significant one was just last month!
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Dear Diary, I secretly witnessed my dad fondling himself last night. I went to the kitchen for some water and heard a sound in the living room. I quietly made my way to the corner and saw him in the chair masturbating.
Damn, it was so hot! Since finding his stash of porn, I've been thinking about him.
I stood there, simply watching him. It wasn't the best viewpoint, but I could see his hand and arm moving up and down his shaft. His groaning could also be heard. I had two fingers in my pussy while I watched him, and when he came, spewing onto his chest, I had to take care not to let out a sound of my own orgasm. I really hope he heard me.
Oh my God, I want to fuck him! ================
I came the second I reached her last sentence... and it was utterly draining. It was as if my very soul was pouring out through my throbbing cock, spilling over my hand, body, her panties, and her bedspread. I imagined what might have happened if I had been caught by her that night... if she had approached me... I imagined throwing her onto the floor and ravaging her like an animal in heat! I imagined her face as she came again and again under my assault. Fuck, she was driving me crazy, and this was simply words! I knew being with her would be far more satisfying.
I placed the book back on her dresser and, in a post-orgasmic haze, left her room.
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It was Saturday, October 20, when I was finally able to read her diary again. I knew Emily was out shopping for the day, so I eagerly anticipated reading more about her wild sex life. A half-hour after she left, I couldn't wait any longer and snuck into her room. I saw the journal on her nightstand, so I quietly climbed onto her bed and picked it up.
I had become used to touching the book by this point. I almost felt like it was mine... as if some mysterious, sexy woman was just writing enthralling things in it for my enjoyment. I opened my pants and pulled out my aching cock. I had a strong feeling that this would be fantastic. I quickly scanned through the pages, looking for the most recent entry about yesterday.
My fingers encircled my stood up cock, slowly stroking it, eagerly anticipating more revelations about my daughter's sensual escapades! Her diary was, after all, like watching a porn movie that ran just for me! When I found the entry, it struck me immediately.
My fingers moved faster, feeling anticipation building as the first few words stunned me.
On a midweek Monday, my little secret came to life. I knew you were sneaking a peek at my diary. Thanks to this revelation, I must confess, I found it rather sexually evocative. Your voyeuristic antics made me burning with desire as I thought of you reading about my hot escapades and naughty thoughts. I imagined you with a raging hard-on while perusing the contents on my diary. I knew you'd be thinking of how my body looked, stripping naked, taunting you with double entendres and sex talk beyond the wildest of your imagination, and triggering your hidden carnal desires.
But it doesn't end there. I dropped you a little surprise - take a look at the DVD on my dresser. I sure hope you'll enjoy it!
Tempting, isn't it? Got me thinking, what could be the perfect gift for you, Dad? There was only one idea that suddenly popped into my head.
I knew you were watching what I was up to. So, I decided to return the favour. I had you in mind from the word 'go' - well, my notes recorded how I had fantasised about you laying me over your lap, spanking me for misbehaving and, of course, then fucking me senseless. I felt the urge to unleash myself and let loose with my desires, sprinkling the air with sparks. Guess you were also singing Kumbaya and embracing your darkest fantasies. As per your example, I embarked on a journey of self-exploration.
I walked to where the DVD player was and pried it open, seeing the DVD ready for your use. With a touch of hesitation, knowing the unknown could be waiting for me, I slid the disc carefully into the slot. It began playing, and I couldn't stop, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
It was all about me. My every move on the bed, the camera's focus trained on my nude figure, just for you. I felt my brow getting hot as I watched my full-body twirl, the small of my back touching the camera lens, teasing as I asked it to focus on my wet pussy and sliding the fingers of my right hand onto it, arching my back in that instant. I felt my insides moisten as I got into more X-rated detail. I summoned the courage to speak about how much I loved being dominated by you - I gasped as I elaborated on your skills in tying me up.
Sigh
I admit, watching this made me want you. My body screamed I wanted to be with you. It couldn't be more personal, you saw a side of me not even my closest friends have seen. My clitoris throbbed painfully as I vocalised all this, my confession of how I loved feeling helpless under your dominance. My vagina gasped for air as I would fantasise about spanking me.
I thought I could give something back, so I fetched my phone, flipped open the camera, and raised the phone close to my cock, which was as hard as iron. Trying to maintain calm, I slowly zoomed in on my throbbing boner as I masturbated right in front of the video camera, all the while murmuring about her. I spoke about how I enjoyed watching her videos and her diary. I shared my deepest desire - being her sexual partner, feeling the resistance she might offer in the beginning, her fear, I hoped. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock eventually sent me over the top, my orgasmic conclusion ejaculating everywhere.
I had goosebumps as I watched the spunk fishing enthusiastically and spilling onto my belly and thigh. Staying steady, I turned the phone around and moved closer, hoping to show her how much you mean to me, how I have my eyes only for her.
The playback confirmed. It's all about her. A crazy idea hit - I produced a video of me cumming for her, about how I visualise us in bed together, engaged in pleasure. Already feeling like crazy, I sent the video to her email.
As I stood up, a sudden wave of fear washed over me. What madness made me litter her DVD player? I replayed the videos, and there it was - my face oozing cum and obviously pointing to me. She would realise it was my video. What did I think I was even doing?!
I felt sick when I walked away, and even more so when I took the DVD out of its player.
During the past week, Emily and I became more intimate. We spent most of our time together watching TV, with her frequently hugging and kissing me. Her actions also included sitting next to me on the couch or sprawling across my lap. Despite her leaving the bathroom with only a towel or slightly open doors, I expressed no objection since I found her sexuality appealing.
I had a hard time conversing with her, but appreciated having female companionship and no longer fighting. With her increased presence at home, I couldn't help but think about her and masturbate more often. I also fantasized that she might be listening to my activities, which didn't concern me. I stopped hiding as she didn't need to be ignorant of my intentions.
Around midnight one Thursday, I entered my bedroom to find her panties lying on my pillow, soaking wet. I believed she retired earlier, but had no clue about her actions. I shut off the lights, stripped completely, then laid on my bed until I climaxed while rubbing her damp undies on my cock. I repeatedly masturbated until her panties absorbed my semen. The next morning, I placed them at the end of her bed before heading to work.
As she went out with friends on Saturday, I entered her room to peruse her diary. It revealed she'd been heavily aroused after viewing the video I'd sent. She analyzed her actions and suggested she positioned herself for me, seeking approval for more naughty scenarios.
An entry from Sunday, October 21, shared her enchantment with the video and her involvement in it, reaching orgasmic stimulation while also waiting for my attention. Her fondness for me was evident as she promised to initiate a bondage session, which I was unable to anticipate. She reminded me of her predilection for spanking in another diary entry.
I understood she saw me gazing at her, so tightened her clothing to excite me more. She wondered why I held her as she accidentally rubbed her leg against my erection several times. My reticence to approach her dissolved as I felt more comfortable around her.
She requested a new pornographic video to masturbate to in a diary entry from October 24. However, I took yet another entry into account - from Thursday, October 25.
In the episode of her narrative, Emily used her diary to express an extremely explicit fantasy involving me punishing her. She described me as a stern man, peeling down her pants and panties, admiring her body as she stood. She detailed how I examined her, stimulating her soft buttocks and moist pussy. I then performed another spanking session, before guiding her down onto my lap, holding her legs and spanking her harder. When spanking, she appeared to try escaping, so I held her down with steadily increasing intensity.
Emily expressed a deeply-rooted fondness for spanking in this story - a desire that I was keen to fulfill now that I had a more intimate relationship with her. The idea of her complied under my punishment excited me greatly. I commenced planning a scenario involving her playing the role of a disobedient daughter while I enacted the stern parent. Ultimately, I anticipated a forbidden element to this scenario that both of us could enjoy!
As I observed her routines, I perceived that she particularly delighted in performing for me, fulfilling my every need. My self-consciousness disappeared as I entered a more intimate and trusting space with her. With Emily's keen interest in my sexuality, I was confident that she'd embrace the idea of a punishment-based role.
You make me confess how filthy I am, making me confess my daily deeds, who I fucked and what I sucked. You spanked me for yearning to suck on your johnson, telling me how filthy and indecent that would be... how much of a slut that would make me. You inserted a digit into my fanny and rear, telling me I must be a well-behaved child... I agree with you, telling you that I'll behave if you keep fingering me like that... and then splash cum all over your fist.
I'm now stimulating my thing while fantasizing about this... cumming so delightfully again and again. My underpants are soaking wet! I wiped them with a tissue and slotted them under your pillow... are you going to ejaculate on them dad? Are you going to spank me for being such a slut... your slut? ====================
Oh goodness my cock was aching... the head was lilac as I squeezed and jacked it! I didn't know how much longer I could handle this... I hadn't been with a female for such a long time! And here I was, for the past few weeks craving to screw my daughter, yearning to know if she too desires me.
==================== Friday, October 26, 2012
My private diary and Daddy, mm! what a tempting surprise to awaken to this day! My knickers soaked with your sperm... mm!
I adore you daddy! I want you daddy! ====================
I laid aside the novel, trembling with utter lustfulness, picturing Emily kissing my sperm-coated knickers while I jiggled myself. I was jizzing so vehemently and it felt so natural to envision jizzing in Emily's mouth.
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Emily and I continued to play this game of both of us teasing the other while denying what's happening, while denying we communicate our desires. However, Halloween came around and Amber arrived so both of the girls could get into their costumes. They were going to some sort of party... which in my constantly-sex-driven mind signified another orgy.
I was seated in the living room when both girls entered, Emily dressed as a genie, the thin cloth barely concealing her body, and Amber wearing a clingy felinid suit. Emily planted a kiss on my face and just as I thought it would be a platonic kiss, she turned, French kissing me directly on the lips. I was trembling, fearful and excited, my one-eyed snake stiffening. She broke free after a short amount of time and, curiously, Amber followed her, French kissing me, too.
The girls tittered when Amber extract herself from the kiss, both girls eyes gleaming at my groin, and sashayed out of the room. They know the effect they have on me and they reveled in their authority.
A half hour later, I crept into Emily's room and swiped her journal. The last entry was yesterday...
==================== Tuesday, October 30, 2012
My dear private diary and Daddy, I'm frequently contemplating you, about sliding my dick into you. Your birthday is approaching in two weeks and I thought I'd bestow you the best treat ever. I uncovered some sensational black leggings and panties, similar to the ones in the pics, the ones you cherish. Plus, I've been talking to Amber and I think she's joining me. I anticipate you won't object to me showing her your video. She reckons since I screwed her parents, she gets to screw you. Not that she wasn't planning on it, that lewd slut!
I hope you're cupping your mallet thinking about it... two silky little fannies shagging and sucking you non-stop for hours and hours! We'll also feast on each other's snatch while you sodomize our bums... Mmmmmmm... that's a tasty thought!
Plus, mayhaps you can tie us up until we're enthralled and perform whatever you want...
We're both over-sized hussies, daddy, and need a sturdy grip to keep us on the right path.
Read also:
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- Gathering at Dan's Residence: Slutty Spouse VI
- Fathers and Daughters: Volume 5
- I Recently Had to Sleep with Dad
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