My Daughter Begs Me To Fuck Her When She’s Asleep
T. A. BEAU
My Daughter Begs Me To Fuck Her When She’s Asleep
T. A. BEAU
A Dad/Daughter Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with sleeping pills (taken by Zoey).
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WORD COUNT: 3000 words
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I’m sitting in my office, leaning over the papers spread on the desk in front of me. There’s still a lot of things to do today and I know there’s no point in trying to rush it. I won’t be home before midnight, that I know for sure.
My wife and daughter are waiting for me at home, probably making dinner, but I won’t be there to share a meal with them. There’s simply too much work for me to finish and I try to focus on dealing with it instead of thinking about what might be waiting for me at home. I think I already know what will happen once I get there.
My wife will be in bed, sleeping, since it would be too late for her to be awake. And my daughter, Zoey… No, I shouldn’t think about her. She's been teasing me for too long already and it’s getting harder and harder to resist her the more time passes. I know it’s wrong to think about her in such a way. The desire I fight every time she tempts me, though, is only growing stronger each time she pulls something off.
The last stunt she pulled off was almost too much for me to handle. She walked out of her room fully naked and smiled at me as if she was waiting for me to do something about it. I ran back into my marital bedroom, but the image of her body—so lean, so tempting—is still burned in my mind and I can’t stop thinking about what I saw.
I try to focus my attention on the papers in front of me again, but it’s close to impossible. Zoey fills my mind and I can’t get rid of her. And, as if she can read my mind, I receive a message from her. Even before I open it on my phone, I already know that it’s going to be something that will throw me off my feet.