For reasons I didn’t want to admit, my body had an almost-instant reaction to the scent of Emily’s blankie, being pulled over my eyes. While it began as a ‘sneak attack’ to wake her lazy dad up, the combination of being blindfolded, and getting ‘jumped on’, stirred quite a response I had to warn her…Continue readingPavlov’s Mornings
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A Little Less Unknown
(Emma said) ‘See you later dad. Have a goodnight Sasha. See you tomorrow!’ The three of us were still smiling through the car window when Sasha ran her hand over my groin, and then held it tightly in her fist when she gave Emma the final wave. ‘Seeing’ what Sasha was capable of, I just…Continue readingA Little Less Unknown
Hijacked Father
(Kayla asked) ‘Are you ready dad? For your birthday present?’ ‘Uh huh.. please don’t put my hands on anything icky k?’ ‘TSK! It won’t be icky! Slowly bring your arms up in front of you, and hold it there until you feel something. Hehe.’ From her footsteps, I could tell that she has ‘escaped’ while…Continue readingHijacked Father
Unforgivable
‘Hey dad.. ‘ I wasn’t sure if I had completely missed what she said after that as the next thing I felt was some movements over my crotch, which genuinely jolted me awake in case my ‘faithfulness’ was challenged. Instead, all I saw was just my precious little girl all curled up (on the couch)…Continue readingUnforgivable
Darkest Days
By the fourth day, and the umpteenth number of cane-marks across my skin I had dutifully maintained prior to this trip, my mind was slowly breaking down to the inevitable fate of what they were going to put me through again. From the window they didn’t bother to cover, I could see miles, and miles…Continue readingDarkest Days
