I'm a widowed single father aged 37 with a 7 year old daughter. My wife and her mother were killed in a car accident nearly 3 years ago, which was obviously devastating for both my little girl and me. I honestly believe that had it not been for my daughter, I would not still be here. This is a story I’m not proud of and if my husband ever finds out, I know our marriage will be xhuster.xyz may sound hard to believe but it all started in the most innocent way, with me just wanting to help someone I care about to feel better.. My husband Ben and I are both in our early 30s and have been married for five years.
A Daughter's Love (*****, M/f, Edgy, Semi-cons abuse, edgy) A daughter recollects on her father's abusive punishments. (Approximately 4, words. Originally published ) Spankings were a part of our home from the beginning. My parents were both spanked as children, and determined to raise me with the same values. I wonder if the saleslady can tell I'm just a daughter. To throw her off, I slip my arm into his. I tell him I'm going to the bathroom. "I'll meet you back here," he says. "No," I say, and touch his thigh, "I want you to come with." He follows me. The sign for the bathrooms says left. I go right, through the stocking section.
Rated: XGC · Short Story · Erotica · # A young woman and her father try to cope with the death of their mother and wife. It was cold at the funeral. The leaves dropped like dead flies. A Father-Daughter Story December 30, by vic-sizemore 2 Comments Vic Sizemore realizes his daughter is about to be a teenager, and sees how much their lives are changing.
- Mark This Story Read - More Stories By This Author. Related Stories: Mama's Biscuits. by Ronald Paxton. Today was her birthday – sixty-six years old going on ninety – and she was spending it the same way she had spent every other day except Sunday for the past thirty-two years. - Length: 6 pages - Age Rating: PG. A true story about a daughter and father. Just like any other little girl, I wanted my daddy to pick me up and joyfully throw me up in the air; catching me again with his strong arms. I wanted to sometimes sit on his lap and have him tenderly stroke my hair and kiss me on my forehead. If we were out for a walk I wanted him to hold my hand and.