For the longest time, Michael has been openly calling me his baby girl, and referring to himself as my Daddy. He is able to say the words with an unabashed confidence that I cannot yet match. Most often I still call him “Daddy” only under my breath, barely audible. Oh, I call him Daddy in…
My life has become an erotic novel. This morning, still full dark, the first thing I feel is a hand rubbing my back, then grabbing my breast. My husband pulls me close to his warmth, then whispers to me that he wants me to kiss and suck and lick his body all over. Which I…
The morning after I first call my husband Daddy, it is Saturday, he wakes me up in the dark again by climbing on top of me, and I think I will lie there in peaceful silence again. But I find out quickly that Michael is not in a peaceful mood, he is pure animal this…
