Todd sat alone in his home office, the room illuminated only by the dim glow of his desk lamp. He poured himself a generous glass of bourbon, savoring the familiar burn as it traveled down his throat. As he took another sip, his eyes drifted to the picture of his wife that sat on his desk.
He couldn't remember the last time they had sex. Months, maybe? He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. But it was no use. The frustration and horniness that had been building inside of him for weeks bubbled to the surface.
His thoughts drifted to his 9-year-old daughter, sleeping soundly in her bed just down the hall. He tried to shake off the thought, but the alcohol and his growing arousal made it difficult.
Suddenly, a memory of his daughter walking in on him while he was masturbating flashed through his mind. He could still hear her playful insult, "Ew, dad, gross!" as she ran out of the room. He chuckled to himself, the sound low and husky in the quiet room.
Before he knew what he was doing, Todd had finished the bottle of bourbon. His mind was clouded, his inhibitions lowered. He stood up, the room spinning slightly, and made his way down the hall to his daughter's bedroom.
He slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking softly in the darkness. His daughter was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Todd felt a mix of guilt and excitement as he crawled into bed next to her. He tried to control his breathing, not wanting to wake her up. But the thrill of the forbidden was too much.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched his daughter's hair. A rush of desire washed over him, and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
But it was short-lived. His daughter stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at him, confusion and annoyance etched on her face.
"Dad, what are you doing in my bed?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep. "Get out of here!"
Todd felt a wave of embarrassment and guilt wash over him. He quickly got out of bed and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
As he made his way back to his office, he realized the danger of his actions. He vowed to never let his horniness and frustration lead him to such a dangerous decision again.
But as he sat down at his desk, the bottle of bourbon still heavy in his stomach, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was only a matter of time before he made the same mistake again.
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