Dark Erotica Novels & Short Stories
College Girls & Their Daddy: The Penis Objectification Experiment
Not What You Think — A Kinky Coming of Age with a Daddy Switch You Won’t See Coming
A taboo experiment in power, sex, and self-discovery.
Coming-of-Age Eroticism meets Age-Gap Psychological Drama
Don’t judge a book by its cover — or its title. College Girls & Their Daddy: The Penis Objectification Experiment isn’t just another taboo age gap fantasy (though it definitely delivers on shock, kink, and raw, boundary-pushing eroticism).
Beneath the provocative premise — four fiercely different college girls turning an old man into their cock-shaped lab experiment — lurks a psychological coming-of-age drama that slices through society’s most sacred cows about youth, sex, and power.
This is a novel where roles flip, masks drop, and every character is forced to confront what they’re really made of when the lights go out. Expect laugh-out-loud wit, social satire, and a parade of jaw-dropping reversals as our heroines and their “daddy” discover that objectification is a two-way mirror — and the reflection staring back might just change everything.
If you think you know where this ride is headed, think again. The only thing you can expect is that you won’t see the end coming.
Objectified Table of Contents
A twisted tale of power, pleasure, and unexpected truths.
- Paradigm Shift: Power Games Begin
- Nude College Girl in Peril
- The Sins of the Cock
- Exhibit A: The Penis on Trial
- Rules, Roles & Ruthless Oversight
- The Cock Specimen Arrives
- A Hard, Old Cock Meets Sharp, Young Fingernails
- Cock Tease by Swedish Pussy: Old Man’s Denial Torment
- College Girls’ Cock-Taming Circus: Rings, Cages & Chains
- Swedish Tease: College Tits, Blindfolds & Grandpa’s Old Cock
- Sleepless Flesh: The Girls, The Leash, The Lens
- Nude Doorman: College Girls Wax Their Pet Cock
- Old Men’s Natural Need to See Young Female Flesh
- #FreeTheNipple, Skinny Dipping, and the Old Man Next Door
- A Nude Model in a College Art Class
- Cockolarchy Revealed: The Nude Girl Next Door
- Kiss My Feet, Old Man
- Virgin Unveiled: Carmen’s First Private Modeling Session
- Old Man Sketches College Girl’s Virgin Pussy
- Coming-of-Age Initiations: The Education of Flesh and Power
- Auditions & Initiations: When Nude Curiosity Meets Cockolarchy
- Young Female Swedish Skin for Rent: Sasha at The Living Contrast Studio
- From Coed to Cockolette: Brooke’s Hands-On Education
- Virgin Display: Academic Flesh for Artistic Hunger
- The Cock-Tease Experiment: Bending the Rules
- Confessions, Cocks & Cockolettes: When the Experiment Cracks Open
- The Pool Party: Old Dick, Young Hands & Prostate Lessons
- Uninvited Guests & Naked Confessions
- Cock, Chaos & Chlorine
- The Cockolette’s First Night: Surrendering Her Virginity
- The Virgin Pet & the Hockey Game
- Test-Driving the Swedish Model
- The Cockolette’s Deflowering
- Crash Test Slut: The Market Value of Pain
- When Daddy’s Not Home: Feminist Ballbusting 101
- The Guardian Angel
- The Monday Massacre
- Daddy’s Home
- Potato Skins & Naked Sins: When Daddies Feed Girls and Weak Men Starve
- The Factory Girl: Five Cocks, One Smile
- Naked Democracy: When Old Ladies Declare War on Young Tits
- Sanctified Flesh: Four Girls, One Video, Zero Shame
- The Daddy Switch
- Carmen’s New Normal: When the Smartest Girl in the Room Gets on Her Knees
- The Latina Girl Next Door: When Home Means Naked
- The Cock Whisperer’s Tuesday Shift
- A Cockolette’s Place in the Night
- Midnight Hunger: From Ballbusting to Begging
- Naked at Daddy’s Door: The Final Surrender
Teasers:
“Victor’s coffee had gone cold, forgotten beside his keyboard as he hungrily watched the bathroom feed on his central monitor. His office chair creaked as he leaned forward, gaze fixed on Brooke’s magnificent nude body as she stepped out of the shower. Water sluiced down her caramel skin, highlighting every delicious curve of her 18-year-old form.
‘Jesus Christ!’ Victor adjusted himself beneath the desk.
The camera behind the bathroom mirror captured every glorious detail – the way her dark nipples had tightened from the temperature change, the perfect roundness of her ass as she bent to retrieve her towel, the tantalizing glimpse of her pussy lips when she spread her legs slightly to dry between them. Victor’s fingers flew across the keyboard, saving screenshots for his private collection.”
“Max circled her. Slow. Deliberate. His black shoes barely whispered on the concrete. He moved like a man at an auto show, walking around a concept car he intended to own by closing time. His dark gaze started at her bare feet, traveled up her smooth calves, lingered on her juicy thighs, paused at her exposed golden pussy, continued up her flat stomach, settled on her magnificent bare tits, and arrived at her face with the detached satisfaction of a buyer who’d found exactly what he’d been looking for on the lot.”
“‘Miss Williams.’ The provost’s fingers steepled on the desk. ‘This video was sent to every student and faculty email address on our server at approximately six forty-five this morning. By my count, that’s roughly four thousand inboxes.'”
‘I’d like to raise a concern about the moral atmosphere on our street.’ Her voice was steady. Practiced. The tone she’d used ten thousand times before a sentence that began with ‘I’m not one to judge, but…’
‘Specifically, certain activities occurring in certain backyards that affect the character and reputation of our entire neighborhood.’
The retired dentist adjusted his tie. ‘Could you be more specific, Mrs. Thornhill?’
Margaret’s lips pursed. She hated being asked to be specific. Specificity required saying words she found vulgar, and vulgarity was precisely the problem.
‘I am referring to the regular presence of…’ — a breath, the kind you take before jumping off a diving board — ‘…nude young women. In the backyard of the property at 1845 Oakwood Lane. Next door to my home. Visible from my garden. Visible from multiple properties. These college girls — renters — routinely swim, sunbathe, and socialize in a state of complete undress.'”
But, wait! Is there a moral to this story?
Well, do you want one? If so, it would sound like this.
This novel is a wild ride, and here’s my truth: Society is always watching, always judging, always desperate to keep us in our little boxes — especially when it comes to sex, youth, and who’s allowed to enjoy what.
People get scandalized by the idea of a little naked skin, a flipped power dynamic, or a girl who dares to use her body (and her mind) on her own terms. They gossip, they legislate, they call you names — slut, gold-digger, victim, pervert — just to keep the world predictable and desperately boring.
But here’s what I know: Life isn’t about following everyone else’s rules. It’s about finding what makes you feel alive, sexy, and seen — no matter who’s watching or whispering from the sidelines. Whether you’re a cockolette, a daddy, a rebel, or just someone who likes to test the limits, you get to decide how you show up in your own story. Sometimes, yes, that means surrendering, being a sex object, or letting a “Daddy Switch” flip that rewrites all the rules you thought were written in stone.
So here’s my moral: The world will always try to shame your pleasure and police your body. But being true to yourself — naked, vulnerable, defiant, and real — is not just rebellion. It’s freedom.
And sometimes, the bravest thing you’ll ever do is let yourself want what you want in a world that says you shouldn’t.
Stay shameless. Stay curious. And never, ever let anyone tell you what your story should be.
~Delisha 💋
Still looking?
Check my other published books while you’re here, please!
…to stay in touch with little ol’ me and find out when I publish more sex confessions as a young woman mainly used & shared by old men and displayed in the nude as art decoration.