“Stepdaddy,” he said. “We gotta get used to that one.” She was nodding, but it was not a real enthusiastic nodding.“That man does have to li...hten up. He’s got a gripe and helluva lot of gratitude coming, but...” she said.“No, buts. You start doing that, we’re going to be in deep shit faster than light travels,” he said.“I guess you’re right,” she said.“You guess! The man went to prison for twenty-five years. And all he asked for was his singular fathership to be recognized by all and sundry.. I started coiling the bull whip as I watched her strip, then put on a set of wrist cuffs. She picked up something else, but I wasn't quite sure what it was.A moment later she was standing in front of me, and she reached out to trace her fingers lightly over my sweaty chest, following the lines of my pectorals, and down to my abs. Her touch was a little stimulating, and I could feel the first stirrings in my penis as blood began to move to it in anticipation. She turned to the collection of. "Goodbye Brad."Brad approached me, and stuck his foot in the door, keeping me from shutting the door on him. And a part of me was thankful for that. Brad was kind of cute, and his come on took me by surprise. It's not every day a man is so openly suggestive with me, and it got me thinking. A part of me was curious to see where this could go, and I now could blame it on Brad's persistence."Come on," he smiled. "Don't be like that. Look, I'm sorry for coming off like that. Can you at least let me. All names and details are imaginative.All feedbacks to I wrote a lot of imaginative stories and received a lot feedbacks and that’s how I met him. He first emailed me saying the story I wrote was good but not true. I said its true. But he kept on saying that’s a fake story. After sometime, I agreed with him and said that’s a story of pure imagination. He said that he got horny reading the stories. I thanked him for his feedbacks and asked for his details. He said he is 24 yrs old and his name.