Sunday, June 29, 2014

New Release: Touching Myself While Daddy Takes Pictures

If you liked "Showering with my Dirty Daddy" you'll love this one!

Molly knows she shouldn’t be attracted to Lars, but she just can’t help it. When he catches her in a compromising position, he knows just what to do. Lars got a brand new camera for his birthday, and he’s craving some hot, sexy pictures of Molly as she touches her nubile body.

Will Molly let Lars take naked pictures while she touches herself? The lust they share is so wrong, but the fact that it’s forbidden makes it that much hotter.

Read an Excerpt:

“I’m going to my room,” Molly said.  “I’ve got a paper to work on for Museum History.”

“And what can you tell us about the history of museums, Einstein?” 

Lars was always teasing her like that, but at the moment her mind was mush.  “I… they’re… full of things.”

“I could have told you that,” her mom muttered.  “And I don’t have any fancy college degree.”
As Molly headed upstairs, she overheard Lars saying, “You should encourage the girl a little more, don’t you think?  Build her up, don’t cut her down.”

They were talking about her as if they were her parents, and that made Molly’s head spin.  How could Lars burst into the shower and seduce her… and not a week later talk like he was her father?  Sure, she often called him “Daddy” as a joke, but Lars was nowhere near a father figure to her.

Was he?

That’s all she could think about as she stared at her computer screen.  She opened a library book and her Museum History text, but how could she possibly concentrate on school?

After a while, Lars and Molly’s mother came upstairs.  It was his birthday, after all.  What guy doesn’t get lucky on his birthday when he’s got a girlfriend who dotes on him?  But as soon as Molly heard their moans through the walls, she folded her laptop and closed her books and shuffled to the basement to work in peace.

She stopped in the kitchen on the way, though—to pick up a few study snacks.

Her eyes were closed when the basement stairs started to creak.  She opened them quickly, on high alert.  Her first thought was: burglar! 

It wasn’t a burglar.  It was Lars, in his birthday suit.