Story Excerpt

Daddy’s Innocent Daughter Writes Porn, by Jezebel Rose

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Priscilla looked like the opposite of the stereotypical erotica author. She wasn’t some middle-aged mom with two kids and a husband who hates her. Priscilla was only eighteen years old. Her eye was keenly tuned towards academics; in the fall, she was going to a nursing program. She was working at a local country club, waitressing for local golf stars. She’d never kissed anybody, let alone had sex.

Despite that, she had written fifty smut-filled short stories in the past eight months. She was halfway through writing her fifty-first. She posted them to one of the most popular erotica forums, and they got rave reviews. The readers praised her dirty scenes and attention to detail.

After her day at the country club, Priscilla would make herself a steaming cup of black tea and write for hours. The steamy scenes would flow from her fingertips like boiling water out of a kettle. On a good day, she could finish an entire short. But when she posted, she posted under a false name. Nobody could know she was the one posting these things, especially her father.

Priscilla wrote daddy-daughter incest, but her relationship with her own father wasn’t that good. Arnold left the Army years ago, but he’d kept the aggressive attitude. She had listened to the loud arguments he had with her mother. Sometimes, he would smash objects. The only thing stopping her from being scared of him was the fact that her mother was just as loud and aggressive.

Arnold was her muse. The fact was, he was the most attractive guy she had ever seen. His tattooed skin was smooth and tanned. His hair was still in a buzz cut, even after he’d left the military life behind. His physique hadn’t changed at all. The high school football team had nothing on Arnold. They were boys, without the slightest clue about how to please a woman. Arnold was a man. He knew everything… except how much his daughter wanted him.

But Arnold had guessed that. He had watched his little sweetheart grow up, he knew her like the back of his hand. He had noticed the way her behavior changed as she accepted her femininity. The way she went from comfy flannel pajamas to a thin t-shirt and panties. The way she blushed when he mowed the lawn shirtless. The way she would sometimes stare into his eyes like he was the best thing in the world.

He didn’t want to look away, but he always did. He was her father, not her fuck-boy. Society set boundaries on their relationship. If he did what he wanted to her, he would ruin both of their lives.

It became a sexual cold war. Father and daughter would push each other to the brink of frustration without ever explicitly flirting. Nothing could be overt. It was a little touch here, a look there, a peek at skin and “accidental” walking in on each other changing. Their affections were hidden behind excuses. At night, they would dream of what they could do to each other.

But that tension couldn’t last forever. Exactly thirty-seven minutes after Priscilla had started her nightly writing session, Arnold knocked on her door. She sat up, anxious, pretending she hadn’t just written about a daughter begging to be fucked in the ass. He opened the door. She closed her laptop quickly.

“What’s going on, Daddy?” Priscilla smoothed her hair.

Arnold held out a landline phone. “Your Auntie Hannah is calling. She’s in Nice, in France, now. She wants to talk to you about your college program. You know where you left that enrolment letter, right?”

“Oh.” She calmed her racing heart and took the phone. “Thank you.”

As she headed to the living room to get her letter, Arnold snuck into her room. He slowly lifted the glossy black laptop’s lid. There was no password, so he clicked one button and he was in. Two pages of text popped up. He began to read all of the naughty words that his daughter had written.

Once he understood what his little darling had been writing about, he became worried. The writing was good, and the characters were likeable, but there were things that were inaccurate. Some poses weren’t possible, duration was all wrong, and some of the descriptions made no sense. His girl had clearly never had sex. She had certainly never had the rough, wild sex that she wrote about.

He kept reading. What was making his sweet, pure girl write things like that? There wasn’t any indication in the sex scene, but when he scrolled up, he found a pair of lines that perfectly summed up what kinds of things she might be interested in.

Katie’s bright green eyes were brimming with nervousness. “Poppa, are you going to put a baby in me?”

“If I get lucky, I will. If I don’t, we do this again.” Felix laughed.

Priscilla was into him. She was into having his baby.

Arnold could make good use of this information. He closed the laptop. He wouldn’t be needing to use that information until the time was right.

He passed Priscilla in the hallway. The young woman smiled at him as she walked by. Her breasts bounced slightly with every step. He turned to watch her go into her room. She didn’t seem to be wearing panties at all.

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