Daughter Erotica Novels & Stories

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts

On the day of the college entrance exam, just as I was writing my name on the answer sheet, my progressive amnesia struck again. When the scores came out, my younger sister had earned 680 points. I had earned eight. Mom was so furious she slapped me hard across the face. "Even if you'd guessed with your eyes closed, you would've scored higher than eight! "I think you did this on purpose!" I covered my swollen cheek and hid in my room. The moment I shut the door, the eraser inside my head moved. A second later, I turned around and walked back out. Mom was sitting on the couch, trembling with anger. I asked softly, "Mom, why are you so upset? Did someone make you mad?" I reached out t

“Fuck…” I wanted to touch my bare skin, so badly. I wanted to flick my clit until I came. I wanted Alaric to walk into my room and find me with my hands down my panties. But then instead of getting upset with me, he would applaud me for disobeying him. For being a bad girl. I wanted to be a bad girl. I let out a soft breath, playing with the waistband of my panties, but I didn’t push my fingers in. Instead, I moved down again and rubbed my clit through the fabric. Hard.

He grabbed my lips and we fuck our lives away. This is a story of Carl and Sophie. And also Retica and her step Dad (James) who looks a lot sexier than an average middle-adult and her step- daughter who runs a secretive cam-whore session for extra cash. For one or more reasons, Retica chooses to show-off her sensual teen body to seduce guys for more cash. Let’s call her an expert amateur Cam-model who doesn’t collect less for a real webcam show. She is sexy, slutty, pretty and gets horny on one touch. CHAPTER 1

I opt to leave them on because I’m already leaking precum and there’s a naked woman in front of me that I’m not sure I should fuck. She gets on her knees and begins to crawl to the end of the bed towards me and I take a step back, shaking my head when she reaches for the waistband of my briefs. “I love your body,” she sighs as she drags her gaze all over me lasciviously. “If you like it now, you should have seen it when I was in the league.” She drags her index finger sexily across her lip. “I wasn’t legal when you were in the league.”

“Bent over my desk like the dirty little slut who started all this. Ass in the air, dripping down your thighs for me.” I moan, pushing back against him, desperate. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your slut. The one who seduced you right here. Now fuck me like you own me. Hard. Make me scream so loud the cleaning crew hears it downstairs.” His hand cracks across my ass, sharp and stinging. I cry out, the burn blooming hot and perfect. He does it again on the other cheek, harder. “You want it hard?” he rasps, fingers digging into my hips. “You want me to ruin this pretty pussy on my desk where I used to try to work while you teased me every fucking day?”

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

The door was slightly ajar and what I saw shook me to the core. My sister was sitting with her legs spread apart without any panties . She was still wearing the skirt though and fingering her pussy while messaging her boobs, encircling her fingers around her nipples. “Aaahhhhghhghh….” she moaned. That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me.

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i