Yesterday you found this diary, and I almost fainted, but thank god you didnt opened it , you just asked what it was and I answered that it was one of my notebooks.
I don't think you really believed it but at least you didnt ask more.
I hate lying to you Daddy.
You are so pretty.
Every body before yours has been practice. Ghosts of the wrongness of someone else's hands.
You are the map of every place my skin wants to visit.
My thighs, your palms.
My mouth, your fingers.
Yes I'll gasp it against your tongue.
Yes i'm yours i always have been.
Last night ,whilst you slept,i feel asleep with my mouth pressed agaisnt your throat and felt your pulse beating against my lips. In this moment i wondered at the soft magnificence of you and though to myself :
"Whatever happens i want to be where this is. I want to be where he is."
YOU ARE READING
Dear Daddy
Teen Fiction“Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure and half-pain, came over those childish features.” Warning: This book contains age gap,sexual scenes...
