Author: excitingowl

[inc] [mast] [breed] My daughter’s OnlyFans (Part III)

From that day onwards, things spiraled out of control faster than I could understand, or do anything about. It was all a whirlwind of emotions, of conflicting desires, of fear, and above all of lust. Unbridled, uncontrollable, unstoppable lust for my daughter.

She invited me over to her house. “To sort things out”. I must have known it was some kind of a trap, right? In my heart, it must have been obvious to me. But I went. “To sort things out”

She was naked. She was streaming. So, really, she had a webcam on and she was talking to a bunch of people on a website. Taking donations from them. Comments. Suggestions. They encouraged her to touch herself. And when I walked into the room, they all erupted in a virtual cheer. “Here’s my dad. No, really. My very own father! Isn’t he handsome?” she introduced me to her audience

People smiled. Waved. “What the fuck, you know father?” Read more »

[MF] [inc] [mast] [mention of pee] My dad’s ghost

My name is Bella, I live in Denver, Colorado, and I had sex with a ghost. Not just any old ghost, because that would be amazing, but not quite amazing enough to be worth telling the world about. No, dear reader, I had sex with my father’s ghost.

Let me start from the beginning, for I understand that incredible claims require extraordinary burden of proof.

I was born in Denver 26 years ago, the first and only child of my loving and caring parents, my mother Martha and my father Kevin. They were originally from Rapid City, South Dakota, but decided the big city would be a better place to find opportunity and raise a child, so as soon as my mom got pregnant, they packed everything and drove south. I love Denver, and I am ever so grateful to them for the move. It’s the right mix of hipster, modern, cool, and yet outdoorsy and wild.

Ten years passed, until the day my father starting having headaches. Three weeks with no reprieve convinced him to see a doctor. After a myriad of tests, the diagnosis left no mercy nor hope: cancer, 6 weeks left to live, at most. It turned out to be 4. Really, three. The last week, the drugs had already killed the man I knew, only his body left behind, his pain and his haze. When he passed away, I was heartbroken, but relieved. Read more »

[inc] [mast] My daughter’s OnlyFans (Part II)

“She knocked at the door. I let her in. A week had passed since our first encounter” I continued, not letting the priest interrupt me. I needed to let it all out, without pause, without interruption, or else I just might fear the abyss of my soul too much and run away.

She took her jacket off, and before I could say anything, she told me she was thinking of a new video to record for her OnlyFans and needed my help. “Don’t worry” she said, “you’ll know when it’s your time to jump in”. She didn’t let me say yes or no. There was no yes or no to be said. There was just accepting what may come with her

She walked to my bedroom, laid down, took her clothes off, positioned her phone just right and started recording.

I had seen it before. Her naked body. But now this was live, unedited, and I was the first to see it. This was mine and mine alone, at least for the moment Read more »

[inc] [mast] My daughter’s OnlyFans (Part I)

“Tell me what all bothers you” the priest started

The story began last summer. in a small town in coastal Florida. My AC broke down, and nobody in a 50 mile radius could come and inspect it for at least a week. In triple digit heat and the worst humidity in years, I did what little I could to seek relief. I closed all my blinds, and I went online looking for a fan, that it may provide however brief relief to my curse

The kind of fan I landed on was not what I expected. For, you see, father, and reader, I landed on a website called OnlyFans. They do not sell fans, but amateur pornography. And, in the middle of a pandemic, with people losing their jobs, it was many women’s last hope. I admit I was intrigued, and I joined. I started following a few girls, five bucks here, five bucks there. I bought a real fan on Amazon, and then, with a gentle breeze cooling my body off I ventured to relieve other urges, and cool off a different type of desire Read more »

[M/F] [preg] Shelter in place

*This story is fictional. Stay home, folks. No, really. It’s horrifying that this shit should even be controversial. Just Stay Home.*

“34F mom of 3, divorced, quarantine driving me nuts, do your worst” your post says. You’re looking to be roasted. I think you’re hot. I’m sure 90% of these folks think the same. But they’re really trying. Your left eyebrow is one quarter of an inch thicker than your right eyebrow, what horrible genetics you have. I can see that your index finger on the left hand is slightly chubbier than your chin, do you even eat healthy? Yeah some are funny.

I slide into your DMs.

“Quarantined with 3 kids, uh? Sounds wild”
“Yeah, sure is” you come back to me after a few minutes. You haven’t made front page quite yet, but the comments are piling up. I’m sure I’m not the only one trying this

My pickup line is as smooth as a cat’s tongue
“How would you like to be quarantined with 4 kids in 9 months?”

Of course it can’t work. How could it? We barely exchanged 10 words, if even. Why in hell would it work? Read more »

[MF] [non-con] [inc] Dr. Daddy Issues (Part 3)

She called me. The night before our session. Said she wouldn’t be able to make it. “Sick” she said. Once. Then twice. Then the third time, I told her if she kept this up, I would have to report her to the court, she’d end up in jail. “You are so close to the end” I almost pleaded with her. “Just come in for your last few sessions and then we can all move on.”

I was scared she’d report me for what happened at the cabin. But I also genuinely care about Kaley. She was a sensitive girl who needed more love than she had ever gotten. And her poor coping skills did the rest. It’s a common theme out here in Montana: mental health is seen as a burden, and the consequences show.

So, she came back. She sat down on the chair. I asked her a few obvious platitudes. She gave me single word answers. And she got the point before I even had the courage to breach the subject.

“Yes, I did it” she said
“Did what?”
“You know what”
I mean, I knew, but did I really know? “Tell me” I said
“I fucked him. I fucked my father, ok?” Read more »

[MF] [inc] [caution] Dr. Daddy Issues (Part 2)

“I have a cabin, just a few minutes outside of Wolf Creek, by the bridge and the little creek. Let’s meet there this Sunday and go fishing” I said, before asking Kaley to leave for the day. Our session was over. A different one would take place in a matter of days.

I wish I could say that I woke up early that morning, freshened up, and then made my way to the cabin, with excitement and anticipation in my loins. But it would be a lie. I drove there the night before. Woke up at the first crack of dawn, and freshened up.

And now I was waiting for Kaley. April in Montana is a coin toss. It could go either way. This time, we got a nice almost warm early Spring. And Kaley would be here soon. To fish. Or, really, to hunt her daemons away. Or, really, to fuck her psychiatrist, to roleplay fucking her absent father.

I heard a knock at the door. “Hi dad” she said, as I opened the door. She was wearing a beautiful white lace sundress, leaving very little of herself to the imagination.
I gasped. She chuckled. “You’ve never been that happy to see me before” she said, laughter in her voice, and just a hint of bitterness in her tone Read more »

[M mast] [F] La dolce vita

My name is Alessandro Ferrari. I am 45 years old. I live in Offanego, Italy, not too far from Milan, and I have coronavirus.

The government has quarantined me for 14 days. I am not allowed to leave the house. I can’t go to work. I can order groceries over the phone and they are left outside my door. I can’t make any money. I can only attempt to spend as little as possible, and hope to make it out alive. Every other day, I call a doctor, report my temperature. So far, I can breathe, I can walk, I don’t need to be hospitalized.

It’s been 6 days so far and I am going crazy. The boredom. The loneliness. I can call my family. I can text my friends. It’s not the same. The news is always the same. The entire country is locked down. Nobody goes anywhere. The silence on the streets is eerie, jarring. The weather is gloomy. I can’t even open my windows to let the fresh air in.

There’s only so many things one can do to pass the time. Reddit is a trusted friend to me. I can read stories. I can upvote, leave comments. Chat. Most people don’t believe me nor my story. They think it’s a lie. I am looking for attention. Read more »

[M/F] [inc] [caution] Dr. Daddy Issues. (Part 1)

Lincoln, Montana. A small town with not that much to do. Mostly famous as the site of the Unabomber arrest. Cutting through town, Montana 200, the longest state highway in the US, mostly rural and desolate.

Kaley was born and raised there. Never left. Her dad, he left. He left. Then came back. Then left again. Then came back again. Then left again.
Kaley’s mom had no doubt: if only the kid hadn’t been born, none of it would have happened. But good ol’ Jack, he just couldn’t cum with a condom now could he? And so Kaley happened. And then he left. And Sarah, her hair turned white, and she became old, cranky, and saggy, and alone.

Sarah resented her daughter. Kaley knew it. She resented being born. She resented her mother. And she hated her father. She craved his love. And she hated him. That night, he was meant to pick her up for a fishing trip. And, of course, he didn’t. His new girlfriend had gotten into a car accident or something, and he had to go rescue her. Read more »

[MF] [pee] [preg] Phone sex

This story starts at a bar. It starts with one beer too many. Well, one may be an understatement. It starts with many beers too many.
And it ends in a bedroom.
She was as beautiful as they come. And dressed to kill. Stockings. Miniskirt. A top that left nothing to the imagination. Curves for ages. I could go on and on and on. The moment I saw her, I knew I would spend all night at that bar. Looking at her. Lusting for her.
And eventually going back to my hotel room. Alone. And horny. The alcohol, not helping. Her perfect body, also not helping.

And here I was. In a hotel room. Alone. A raging storm of hormones, like I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager. But I am no teenager anymore. I’m in my mid 30s. A manager. And that night, I was on a business trip. Three hundred miles away from home. What’s a man in my situation to do? Seattle is no Las Vegas. Plus, if I tried to recruit the services of a professional, I would be terrified of being arrested. No, no. Truly, my only recourse was to take my situation in my own hand, so to speak. Read more »