In her signature, however, there was a link back to the sex stories site… Amateur porn Not that Astrid would ever let me anyways, not like that girl in the story. Either way, I got off imagining myself filling that tight, wet little pussy as she begged me for my hot daddy cum! Or nearly so, at least. Not as long as it was only ever thoughts. I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. I couldn’t think of her like that! Some were excellent… the more forbidden, the better they made me cum. There were still a distressing number of dick-pics, of course… women had always been more literary in their porn tastes, and men more visual. Either way, I got off imagining myself filling that tight, wet little pussy as she begged me for my hot daddy cum! Harlequin romances had existed as far back as I could remember, long before I’d started stealing pages from the underwear and bathing suit sections of my mother’s old Sears catalogues and hiding them under my mattress. It turned out to be a daddy-daughter incest story, and my God was it ever hot! I put my laptop aside and lay down in bed, closing my eyes and replaying my favourite story beats in
