“Fuck your daughter,” is what I wanted to say to my dad
“Fuck your daughter,” is something which I’ve always wanted to say to my dad. Well, I’ve reached my breaking point. My secret obsession with my father has consumed my thoughts since nonage, and I can’t hold it in any longer. All these years, I’ve fantasized about him touching me, kissing me, taking me in ways that would make any decent person shudder. But most of all, I’m angry—angry that my father never noticed my need for him when I was younger, never gave me the attention I so desperately craved. Angry that my innocence was never corrupted by his touch when I was still too naive to understand my own desires. Angry that he never fucking broke my hymen when I was a youngster.
In that moment, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I retreat to my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I lock it, ensuring that no one will disturb me as I give in to my basest desires. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I take off my clothes, revealing my naked body to my hungry gaze. My fingers tremble as they trace the curves of my breasts, my hips, my thighs. My eyes are drawn to my reflection, transfixed by the sight of my own arousal. My swollen clit throbs, begging for release.
As my fingers slide between my legs, I can’t help but vocalize my arousal and anger in equal measure. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moan, my fingers rubbing my clit in rapid circles. “I should have been yours, Daddy. You should have taken me when I was young and innocent.” My fingers penetrate my pussy, thrusting in and out as my back arches in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter” I cry out, my voice hoarse with desire and rage.
My orgasm builds, my fingers moving faster and faster as my thoughts become consumed by images of my father’s hands on my body, his cock inside me. “Yes! Yes! Take me, Daddy! Corrupt me like you should have!” I scream as my climax crashes over me, my body shaking with the force of my release. My legs tremble, barely able to support my weight as my fingers continue to explore my sensitive flesh.
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As my breathing slows and my thoughts return to reality, I’m left feeling both satisfied and even more resentful than before. My secret obsession remains unfulfilled, but tonight’s self-indulgence will have to suffice—for now. With my desire temporarily sated, I collapse onto my bed, my heart racing as I drift off into a fitful sleep filled with dark fantasies of the incestuous encounters that should have been mine all those years ago—complete with vivid images of my father’s cock impaling my virgin cunt, my hymen shredding beneath his thrusts, and my bed sheets stained with my virginal blood.
I hope you were able to finally be with your dad?
I promise that the moment it happens that I’ll post the details to this blog and my podcast. Until that happens, then you should just assume that I haven’t been with my dad.
I would LOVE to play your daddy