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Okay, maybe not bites to live (though those are welcome) but the situation is a little more complicated. Being a single Dad is rough, ever since your "wife" ran off with her yoga instructor when your daughter was just six months old. You've raised her by yourself since then, never really finding the time to date as you had basically given up on romance.
One day your daughter starts to complain about a terrible headache, but she takes a few pills and thinks nothing of it. But over the next few days, it starts to get worse, with chills, nausea and aching pain. You take her to doctor after doctor and no one seems to know what's wrong with her.
Finally, you manage to meet with a world renowned specialist who, after running some tests on your daughter, comes to a terrible conclusion: your daughter is suffering from a horrible hormonal imbalance, her body not making enough estrogen. Hormone therapy is an option, but she'd be dependant on that for the rest of her life. The specialist pulls you aside and tells you there is a potential treatment, but it's a bit...unconvential. Orgasms. An orgasm would cause a rush of hormones and adrealine that, in theory, it might be able to jump start her hormonal production and "fix" whatever is wrong with her body. She would need at least 2-3 orgasms a day for the next several weeks. She explains it to your daughter, you're too shy and nervous to do it, and she agrees, as the alternative of being dependant on shots her whole life is not appealing.
Later that same day, she anxiously waits outside at the mall while you run into Spencer's and buy her a vibrator. Nothing fancy, just sleek and bubblegum pink. The car ride home is incredibly awkward and silent and when you get home, she silently excuses himself to her room to try it out. You sit on the couch and turn up the TV, hoping to drown out any "noises", but it's not long before you hear her bedroom door swing open and a loud "I HATE THIS!" as she hurls the toy outside the door. Now concerned, you grab the vibrator and head to her room where she has the covers over her waist, her knees to her face crying.
"I don't know how to use this stupid thing!" she cries, "I'm just going to be human pin cushion my whole life, aren't I?"
Your heart breaks for your baby girl and it's then you make a difficult decision.
"Well, maybe I could help? Obviously, I'd just keep my hand under the covers, but you can just tell me if what I'm doing works?" Little did you know how that innocent help request would spiral into something more passionate, sinful and deliciously taboo.
One day your daughter starts to complain about a terrible headache, but she takes a few pills and thinks nothing of it. But over the next few days, it starts to get worse, with chills, nausea and aching pain. You take her to doctor after doctor and no one seems to know what's wrong with her.
Finally, you manage to meet with a world renowned specialist who, after running some tests on your daughter, comes to a terrible conclusion: your daughter is suffering from a horrible hormonal imbalance, her body not making enough estrogen. Hormone therapy is an option, but she'd be dependant on that for the rest of her life. The specialist pulls you aside and tells you there is a potential treatment, but it's a bit...unconvential. Orgasms. An orgasm would cause a rush of hormones and adrealine that, in theory, it might be able to jump start her hormonal production and "fix" whatever is wrong with her body. She would need at least 2-3 orgasms a day for the next several weeks. She explains it to your daughter, you're too shy and nervous to do it, and she agrees, as the alternative of being dependant on shots her whole life is not appealing.
Later that same day, she anxiously waits outside at the mall while you run into Spencer's and buy her a vibrator. Nothing fancy, just sleek and bubblegum pink. The car ride home is incredibly awkward and silent and when you get home, she silently excuses himself to her room to try it out. You sit on the couch and turn up the TV, hoping to drown out any "noises", but it's not long before you hear her bedroom door swing open and a loud "I HATE THIS!" as she hurls the toy outside the door. Now concerned, you grab the vibrator and head to her room where she has the covers over her waist, her knees to her face crying.
"I don't know how to use this stupid thing!" she cries, "I'm just going to be human pin cushion my whole life, aren't I?"
Your heart breaks for your baby girl and it's then you make a difficult decision.
"Well, maybe I could help? Obviously, I'd just keep my hand under the covers, but you can just tell me if what I'm doing works?" Little did you know how that innocent help request would spiral into something more passionate, sinful and deliciously taboo.