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Happy weekend guys! I know I rarely post any short stories on the weekend so this is definitely a surprise to those who I havenât been in talks with about #SensualSaturday! The 6 stories that will be posted today all deal with the senses of sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch and the controversial sixth sense, ESP. These stories were fun to write for the last few weeks and I just want to say thanks to everyone who was involved with helping me come up with some of these concepts! The stories will be posted every 2 hours starting at around 12pm EST. Stay tunedâŚ
Hope yâall enjoyed #SensualSaturday! Hereâs the links for of all the stories that were posted Saturday:
Sight - âSeeing Without Knowingâ
Hearing -Â âVocal Stimulationâ
Taste - âAddictively Flavorfulâ
Smell -Â âFormula TS-69âł
Touch -Â âThe Desired Touchâ
ESP -Â âMind Fuckedâ
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You halfway through Dinner w/ parents when she says "Daddy can you pass the yams"...
Out of instinct you reach for it the same time her pops doâŚsooo now her dad looking at you like..
Meanwhile you looking back likeâŚ
Yo girl sitting there like..
& Her mom lowkey freak ass sitting there likeâŚ
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A Night To Regret
Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I donât own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.
I nearly spit my drink out when my daughter Brittany finished her sentence.
âCome again?â I asked her as I took another drink of my water.
âDaddy, I really need you to look after Andre for the next few days. Heâs still recovering from having his wisdom teeth pulled yesterday and heâll be out of commission for the next few days. I really hate asking you on short notice but you live a lot closer than momma and his family is on the other side of the country.â My daughter repeated, folding her arms.
Rich Williams (Me)
I sat on my recliner, thinking about her request. I really, really didnât want to be alone with Andre for the next few days. I had my reasons.
âBrittany, doesnât he have friends that can look out for him? Hell, he has fraternity brothers here.â I said, taking another sip of my drink.
âDaddy, do I need to remind you that you are one of his fraternity brothers? I donât know why itâs an issue for Andre to stay here for a few days while Iâm traveling for work. You used to like Andre so much before we got married. Now, you avoid anything having to do with him.â Brittany said, making me feel bad.
âBrittany, thatâs not true.â I argued.
âIt is. But I donât need to argue with you to know that. I just need you to look after him for a few days, dad.â My daughter begged me.
I sat in my chair, contemplating her request. I hate to admit it, but Brittany was right â I made it a point to avoid interacting with Andre. I had my reasons and they were valid. If only she knew.
âBrittany, where in this house is he going to stay?â I said, returning my attention to my television.
Brittany Davenport (My Daughter)
âDaddy, he can stay in the extra bedroom that you turned into your office. You never removed the bed from itâŚâ she said, allowing her voice to trail off.
âBrittany, my office is MY office â I do work in there!â I replied, instantly against the suggestion.
âDaddy, you never use that damn office. I bet you havenât entered it in a few weeks.â Brittany refuted, sitting down on the couch.
âWhatever, itâs my office and what if I need to access it, and your damn husband is in it?â I scoffed.
âThen youâll go into it, grab whatever you need and leave. If not your office, he can stay in Devanteâs old room. I honestly donât know why youâre being so difficult about thisâŚAndre and you really need to talk this shit outâŚbecause he was against me asking you for this favor tooâ Brittany said, seeming exasperated.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked her.
âI meanâŚyou make him nervous as fuck, Daddy. You arenât the easiest person to connect with, and yâall initially got along so wellâŚI genuinely thought you and my husband would be friendly. He doesnât come over here anymore unless I force him too and he gets all weird when I mention you. I always thought it was dope that I was marrying a Sigma man because I knew youâd get along with him but I was clearly wrong.â Brittany said, rolling her eyes.
âFuck.â I thought to myself as I thought about everything. I know why Andre gets nervous around me. Â For the same reasons heâs been nervous around me for the past 3 years. Â
I shuddered as I thought about the reason there was a weird tension between us. Like me, Andre probably canât shake that night before he married my daughter. The two of us crossed a line that we shouldnât have even approached.
Since that night, Iâve wanted to tell him to just forget about what happened. Instead of obsessing over a mistake, he needed to enjoy being my daughterâs husband. He needed to live his own life and just accept what happenedâŚAndre wasnât the type to just forget though. Since the wedding, heâs never allowed us to be alone together. Â
Andre Davenport
The night before his rehearsal dinner, his lazy best man had thrown together a last-minute bachelor partyâŚIâd agreed to go â Andre had insisted, my son Devante was also one of the groomsmen and he also had begged me to join them. Iâd told them that it wasnât conventual for the father of the bride-to-be to attend a bachelorâs party, but I gave in since everyone that would be present were frat (my son included). I found myself in the dingy strip club downtown where they were all drinking and being entertained by the dancers.
By the end of the night, Andre and his six groomsmen were drunk and I found myself serving as the designated driver, responsible for getting everyone back to their hotels, and Andre and Devante back to my house (where they were staying until the wedding). I got the first four men back to their hotel and I quickly got Andre, Devante and myself back to my house.
Devante was sobering up, so he didnât need any assistance getting into the house and his old room (which was located in the basement). Andre however was fucked up, so I had to help him into the house and into the guest room (my current office). This is where things went left.
As I struggled to guide Andreâs bulky frame into my guest room, I tried to ignore the odd closeness. I tried to ignore the feeling of his breath on my neck as he almost fell into me as I tried to open the door.
âAndre, I canât reach the door. Twist the knob and turn it.â I said, hoping that he could understand my directions. Luckily, Andre was able to twist the doorknob.
I nudged the door open with my foot while making sure I held Andre up. When the door was open enough for the both of to enter, I helped guide him to the bed.
As I sat him down on the bed, he leaned on the wall. I sat at the desk directly across from the bed and I looked at him as he sat on the bed with his eyes half open. This gave me a chance to stare at him, uninterrupted.
I smiled as I glanced over at him. It was dark so I could only make out his facial features, but the light from the street lights were illuminating his flashing teeth and sharp jawline. Even in his drunken state, I had to admit that he was handsome â my daughter had good taste. Over the years of Brittany and Andreâs relationship, Iâd lusted over Andreâs spotless caramel skin, his well-groomed beard and his deep brown eyes. I could see why my daughter had fallen for him. I felt my dick begin to get hard in my pants as I studied his bone structure.
Seeing Andre up close and personal, I envied Brittany. It was late, so I figured I needed to be getting to bed. As I stood to leave, Andreâs eyes immediately opened.
âYoâŚwhere you going, Rich?â he said in a drunken stupor.
I laughed at him as he struggled to speak.
âIâm heading to my own bed, young man.â I said, dropping my hands to my crotch to conceal my hardening dick.
âNah bruhâŚst-stay with me manâŚâ he said as his head bobbed forwards and backwards.
I smirked as I watched him struggle to keep his head up straight.
âNah, AndreâŚyou need your sleep. You need to lay down.â I said as I stood up and walked towards the bed so I could urge him to lay down.
âIâm no-Iâm not sleepy yet.â He slurred as I crawled onto the edge of the bed. I reached for his shoulders and I began to turn him so I could help him lay down when suddenly, he reached for my crotch. I was immediately taken aback â my future son-in-law was caressing my crotch.
Before I could really react, Andre leaned into my face and with a drunken grin on his face, he smiled.
âDreâŚâ I began, feeling uncomfortable as he began to run his hand along the length of my shaft. I felt my dick throb in his hands as he squinted through the slits of his eyes.
âYour dick is big as fuck manâŚ:â he said in a low voice, his voice barely above a whisper. I didnât know what to say, as whatever we were doing was wrong.
âDreâŚmove your hand.â I whispered to him. Dre didnât respond â he continued to softly caress my crotch and without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes got wide as he slipped me his tongue.
Iâd been with men before, but Iâd never expected to be in a situation like this with someone that was involved with someone that I knew, especially not my future son in law.
But, again, I fucked up. I fucked up big time.
I tried to pull away from the kiss, which only made Andre kiss me harder. I tried to separate us but Andre was turned on and determined. As the sober person, I should have immediately stopped what was happened but the moment he began tongue kissing me, my dick had already made its mind.Â
I wish I could say that thoughts of my daughterâs happiness made me pause as I allowed Andre to unzip my dress pants and lower my briefs (so he could access my dick) but unfortunately that didnât help. Within moments, heâd pushed me back on the wall and he looked down into my lap. He looked up into my eyesâŚit seemed like he was seeking my permission to proceed. I nodded down at him, silently urging to do whatever he planned on doing.\
Andre grabbed the base of my dick and aimed it at his open mouth as he lowered his head. Fueled by my hard dick, I pushed any guilt that I had to the back of my mind as Andre wrapped his lips around the tip of my dick. I instantly began telling myself that Andre was drunk, he wouldnât remember and Iâd take this to my grave.
Based on how amazing the blowjob was, it was evident that this wasnât his first time sucking a dick. For the next twenty minutes, he gave me an expert level blow job and when I felt my climax approaching, I warned him so he could pull off of my dick. He ignored me, continuing to suck my dick with blind ambition and before I knew it, he was gulping down my load.
As I came down from my orgasm, Andre cleaned up all of the semen from my dick with his tongue. I felt a huge wave of guilt heading my way as Andre looked up at me with a look of confusion.
âWhat did we just do?â I asked myself rhetorically as I yanked my hard dick away from Andre and stuffed it back into my underwear. Andre had that same drunken grin on his face, smiling.
âMan, whateverâŚyou-you wanted that shit, I see howâŚyou stare at me.â He said, stumbling over his words.Â
âJust because youâve caught me staring at you, it doesnât mean that you act on that shit! Fuck!â I whispered to him as I began to rationalize what weâd done.Â
Fuck. Iâd betrayed my daughterâs trust and Iâd found out that my future son-in-law hooks up with men.
âFuck.â I thought to myself as I began to worry about Brittany. Now, I was worried if Andre had it in him to do right by her. Fuck. Iâd really fucked up because Iâd put myself in a position where I couldnât address his actions without exposing myself.
Before I could say anything to Andre, heâd already fallen back onto the bed and he was snoring loudly. I quickly took this moment to exit the bedroom, close the door behind me and focus on pretend that whatâd happened, never actually happened.
By the time I woke up the next morning, it was 9AM. I had volunteered to take Andre to the church for the run weddingâs run through so I needed to get up. I quickly got up, took a shower and I got dressed as I recalled the events of last night.Â
âI really fucked up.â I said as I put on my blazer. I looked into the mirror to make sure I looked presentable before leaving my bedroom.Â
Andre was already dressed in the living room. He looked like shit, but he looked like every man the night after his bachelorâs party so it was acceptable.Â
When I entered the living room, Andre looked at me before looking away to the TV. I could immediately sense the regret and tension filling the room. I could tell that he was feeling awful and he clearly remembered whatâd happened between us.
I went downstairs to check on Devante and he was still asleep. Rather than wake him up, I went back to the living room to try to console Andre, who wasnât interested in responding. I could see the regret in his eyes and we quietly agreed that we wouldnât talk about whatâd happened. I tried to offer some comforting words about the whole situation, but it hadnât worked.Â
I decided that Iâd done enough damage by letting last night happen, so I left it alone. I decided that we should make our way to the church for the wedding walkthrough.
I felt awful through the wedding rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner and I felt even more regret when the two of them were officially married. I made it my mission to mind my business and never bring what happened up, as I didnât need to speculate about Andreâs sexuality. I just asked God to forgive me and I prayed that heâs abstain from any risky behavior while married to my daughter. She deserved betterâŚand I couldnât bring myself to tell her what Iâd done.
âDamn. Iâm not that hard to talk to, Brittany. I donât have any issues with Andre. I just have my reservations. You know I like my personal space nowadays.â I said after a few moments of silence. Iâd gotten consumed with remembering whatâd happened between Andre and I.
âDaddy, I donât know. You say you donât have a problem with him but then you have reservations with him. Which one is it?â Brittany asked, folding her arms.
âBrittany, you know what I mean.â I said sternly.
âNo daddy. I donât understand. Listen Daddy, all Andre is going to do is lie around for a few days. All you have to do is help him eat a few times a day and make sure he has his painkillers. Heâll be so low maintenance that youâd forget that heâs here.â Brittany said, trying to win me over.
âFine, Brittany.â I said, giving in.
âReally?!â Brittany said, instantly smiling.
âYeah. This is clearly important to you, and Andre is my son-in-law. You owe me a nice dinner when you return from your trip.â
âOh daddy, thank you! We can do dinner wherever you want when I get back!â my daughter said as she stood up and came over to hug me.Â
As I hugged my daughter back, I thought things over. I didnât need Brittany thinking that I hated her husband. Although things were awkward between Andre and I, my daughter needed me. In spite of my fears, Andre had been a good man to my daughter up to this point. Maybe him staying over at my place a few days wouldnât be bad. Iâd just make sure to keep my distance. I didnât want to repeat the mistake Iâd made three years ago.
As hot as whatâd happened had been, I refused to make the same mistake twice.
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