Author: LostDaddy50

Touch Yourself for Daddy

That’s it Baby go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

I’m going to sit here and enjoy watching for a bit.

Yes I know you want me there beside you, but what kind of Daddy would I be if I gave you everything you want right away?

I see you staring at my hands.

That’s it… show me how you imagine my hands touching you My Dear…

Are you imagining what they would do to your body, the things he doesn’t?

Are you wondering what my rough calloused hands would feel like against your soft smooth skin?

When I touch you, would my fingers be gentle or rough?

Show me how you imagine…

That’s it slowly move your hands across your breasts.

Take your time, I would be enjoying myself, relishing every goose bump rising on you smooth flesh.

I see your skin beginning to flush.

Your fingers lightly touching your stiffening nipples. He doesn’t touch you like I would, does he?

I see you making slow gentle circles around your areolas, as you imagine my finger tips following the same path. Read more »

I’m Going to Hell

I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.

She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Seger sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college. The guy who was always there, always dependable, always predictable, safe. Read more »

The Old Guy

It’s amazing isn’t it Little One? I watched you walk into the bar so full of yourself as you dodged all the frat boys with their puffed up egos and hard little peckers, doing their best to catch your attention, while in reality they were just making fools of themselves. I watched as you one by one crushed their little wet dreams, and then you noticed me. The old guy in the corner, the one who is probably your  father’s age. You thought you would come over and tease the old dude and give him something to talk about at his poker game the next night. The hot young girl who hit on him, made him feel good about himself, made him feel young again. You would have a few drinks before sending him on his way. How did that work out for you Kitten?

You never dreamed you would be here in your own apartment on your knees with that old guy’s hand wrapped in your hair and his cock buried balls deep in your throat did you Dear? Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica