Daddy cuming on his young daughters face
People always say that no matter what, your parents will support your art. In my privates I mean.
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Like it feels uncomfortable, like wearing a wet swimsuit for too long after I get out of the pool. This sort of thing is what daddies are here for. Really, I can take a look and we can figure this out together. I sure am proud of having such a beautiful daughter. She let me touch her hair to make sure it was real, too.
He reaches out with his right hand and pets her between her thighs. He pulls his hand away a few inches and the light from the nearby lamp betrays the new sheen. Just keep on not wearing underwear when you go to bed. It should feel at least a little good and a little tingly when I do that. I know your mother very well. She even showed me how. Was that right, Daddy? Mommy made it seem like hair would be good, but this girl told me it was really, really bad. He hated paying child support, drank too much, smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, and sat around a lot complaining about being poor.
While guzzling a twenty dollar bottle of liquor. Grandma stood back silently, her ignorance enabling him to become yet another lower middle class worker with no hope of career advancement by paying the bills when he was short and taking care of my little sister and me almost half of the time. Although I honestly believe he tried to be what we needed.
The two of us spent copious amounts of time together once I hit puberty and demanded I got to spend more time with him. We would sing for hours, or get caught up in a Sci-Fi drama, or play video games and eat three packs of ramen.
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His friends became my family. I was protected so they said from all the evil in the world. I used to joke that I had a whole Southern Army at my fingertips; all I had to do was say the word. We blurred the lines between friend and caretaker quite often. When I got older, I became his sounding board for marital problems, his problems, and his issues with his dead father and my overly protective though well-intentioned grandmother.
When I went to college and saw that there was more to the world than Bdsm games night bonfires and Sundays spent on the river getting drunk ironically, since everyone told me college would be one big partyit became clear that I was not the immature one. Deep down, I knew how inappropriate it was to party with Dad like I did with my friends. I wholeheartedly believed I had the tightest father-daughter bond in all of history. The night I was raped was one of those nights everyone went a bit cuckoo.
Before I fell victim to his unrelenting hands, I knew something was off — the air was too tense and young had something cutting to contribute to a caustic conversation about general life frustrations. I was too daughters to function for a good hour after going shot for shot with everyone there.
I was in the mood to forget something, and I guess daddy that front, I succeeded. Dad asked Jess to go to bed out of the blue, and suddenly the only people left cuming him, his best bro, and me. I stopped giggling when the door closed. I ignored face gut reaction to curl up on a couch and slam my eyes shut for the night. Dad drummed his fingertips on the patio table littered with beer cans and abandoned plates of food, clearing his throat, obviously waiting for his friend to leave.
Thomas eventually gave up trying to start conversation, and hobbled down the street back to his house. I listened to a few Madonna songs huge dick anal rape soothe me into slumber, shuffled a bit on the couch, trying to get the room to stop spinning.
And then he appeared in the doorway, completely naked with an unreadable expression on his face. Those words sting.
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They make me second guess my decision to speak out about my sexual assault, and they make me feel crazy for not just letting it go like they wanted me to. But for every ugly thing they spat at me this past year, I have a thousand positive things people have said to me to fall back on. I have friends and family who support me, love me, cheer me on, and assure me that it was not my fault. And while it always seems to take more positivity to keep me happy than negativity to keep me down, I manage it by surrounding myself with soulful, genuine people.
In all honesty, my life is less complicated without Dad in it.
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