Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

June 15th

Damn, I am so fucking horny right now! Okay, while it’s still fresh in my head…

I couldn’t fall asleep, yet again, and I thought I heard a noise in the kitchen. At first I thought I should ignore it, but dammit, it was two in the morning! What if it was a burglar or something? Well, I thought about going to my dad’s room and letting him know, but I decided to check it out myself just in case it wasn't anything. I snuck into the hallway and silently crept towards the kitchen. I heard a cupboard door shut and figured that it must be my dad. No burglar’s going to go through kitchen cupboards. I still decided to be sneaky because I didn’t want my dad to be concerned that I was still awake. (Those bad dreams again of my last boyfriend trying to hurt me were keeping me awake.)

I could hear the sound of the faucet now just briefly before it turned off and I could peek around the corner to see into the kitchen, and sure enough, it was my dad—but oh shit! He was totally naked! That was more of a surprise to me than anything! He didn’t see me yet as he was fiddling with a pill bottle. Oh right, his shoulder must still be bothering him, I thought. He had hurt it while playing basketball with some of his work buddies a few days ago. He had landed on it after getting fouled. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he bruised his shoulder up pretty bad and he got some pills to deal with the pain.

I watched as he struggled with the bottle and was able to take two pills ...

... out, but I could tell his arm was shaking. He must really be hurting! He put the lid back on the bottle, and in the process one of the pills fell out of his hand and tinked around on the kitchen tile.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to stifle himself from being too loud. It bounced underneath the edge of the cupboard near the sink, but once he’d set the pill bottle down and started looking around for it, I could tell he didn’t know where it went. I just had to do something…

“I see it!” I said as I trotted into the kitchen and squatted down at the sink, much to my father’s surprise. I quickly grabbed the sneaky pill and handed it to him while I was still squatting. I couldn’t help but see his very nice-looking (and definitely nice-sized) cock at a close level to my eyesight.

He was hurting too much to be modest about his nudity, evidently, for he didn’t even bother trying to cover himself up.

“Thanks, sweetie. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“In such pain? Oh daddy, I hate knowing that you’re hurting so much!”

“Oh it’s not that, Stefi, it’s, well, I’m not exactly wearing anything if you haven’t noticed.”

“So what,” I said, finally standing up, “it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked man before, or you naked before, for that matter.”

He swallowed the pills and then gasped for breath.

I thought he’d question me about that, but he didn’t.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” he said, using both arms to push against the countertop as it looked like he ...