("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Daddy's Secret Diary
by The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)
***
A widowed father's entries into his secret diary, about
his love for his daughter. (M/F-teen, inc)
***
My diary is 'Secret' because here I relate, in total
candour, random events of my life as a widowed father,
and details of my very special relationship with you,
Alika, my only daughter.
'Secret' means that no-one else must know, and no-one
else will read the contents of this extremely intimate
journal. Society would never understand. But you, my
darling Alika will surely stumble upon it one day after
I'm gone. You're the only one I want to know what has
been in my heart and in my mind and in my body since
your mother, my wife Carol, was wrenched away from us
in that awful accident, which even now is almost
unbearable to recall. So you will know just how much
you have meant to me since then, and how I have come to
love you as I loved her. Perhaps a little more. You are
the only one who will understand.
01 October 2006
Dearest Alika, I start to write this journal just
fifteen years after her death. She was the only woman I
ever loved, until our own close relationship took on a
new dimension almost two years ago. Of course I loved
you from the day of your birth, as a baby, as a child.
But now I love you as a woman.
Our love is certain. I say I love you Babygirl and you
say I love you too, Daddy. But there are things that we
don't say to each other – even in the most intimate of
moments we have enjoyed so many times now, there are
feelings we don't express, fears about this taboo love
we share but don't dare enunciate and can't share with
those around us. If we can't talk about it, then it's
important to me that you know things from my side. Even
if you will only begin properly to understand much
later, when I am no longer part of your life.
You were so young when your mother left us. It was gut-
wrenching to hear you ask for her ceaselessly in the
beginning. You needed her as much as I did, perhaps
more; a baby girl needs her mother. I made every effort
to distract you from her disappearance. Eventually, you
stopped asking where she was, and later, as you became
old enough to grasp the concept of death, you finally,
finally were able to comprehend.
We were both destined to live without her elegant
presence, her odours, her touch, her pure beauty, her
wisdom, her smile, her gentleness. Her love.
I was destined to survive without having her warm, soft
body next to mine at night, her complicity, her
understanding, her sexuality, her great passion.
I tried to be a good father to you. I made sure you
were looked after when I was working, because I had to
work to pay the bills, Babygirl – you understood didn't
you? And I was always there to share quality time with
you when I was not working. It was unthinkable that I
should consider the idea of another woman sharing our
lives – though more than once, in your child-like way,
you asked me to find you another mummy. And our
vacations together were very special; that's when we
were closest.
And now, you are an adult. And I live in Heaven and
Hell at the same time. For no-one in the 'normal' world
outside could ever begin to understand my intense,
forbidden, deep love for you, nor any of what has
happened in recent times. You are so much like your
mother, Alika. For me, you have become your mother, my
wife. Your long slender body, your green eyes, your
soft blond hair, your pale skin and flawless
complexion. Your sparkling personality, your outrageous
vivacity and all those qualities she had, are now
evident in you.
When I look at you, I see her. When I touch you I touch
her. When I make love with you, I am with her and
inside her and you both at the same time. And I love
you as much as I loved her – and in the same ways. You
have finally and totally fused with the greatest love
of my life, and become the same object of my enormous
passion.
I know I have to avoid suffocating you. I have to give
you your breathing space, never interfere when you
leave the house, though my solitude then is almost
unbearable. I know you see young men, and surely have
sex with them. But I stay detached as far as I can from
the half-imagined terror of your young vibrant body
being invaded by another, to try not to let that
terrible green-eyed monster of jealousy rise up to
engulf me. What I want can never be achieved, I know
that. My Paradise is also my Eternal Fire. I live with
it every day.
03 October 2006
You were out all night again, Alika. I missed you so
much. Fathers fret, you know, be their kids young or
grown up. I worried and worried incessantly, but
restrained my urge to start telephoning all over to
find out where you were.
Then I heard you arrive home, silently climb the stairs
and enter your bedroom around seven. I heard your
toilet flush, imagined you sitting there, legs akimbo,
peeing, wiping your sweet pussy with quilted paper,
then standing naked before the bathroom mirror to brush
your long hair, your pretty tummy pressed against the
wash basin, your bum cheeks firm and round and
loveable. Just like I used to watch you and admire you
before, before things changed. Maybe you just fell into
bed, hair deranged, makeup still on, worn out but
beautiful. I could sleep now that you were safely home
How I wanted you to come to me, slide willingly, naked
into my warm bed and press your cool, smooth body
against me like you have done before, feel your full,
firm breasts and pointy nipples against my back, your
foot, thigh and pussy rubbing suggestively over my leg.
And telling me that you loved me again and again. In
desperate anticipation, my penis was hard as ever,
lying there, waiting and ready for you if you wanted
it. I'm sure you guessed that I would be there, waiting
on tenterhooks, in case you felt the need to join me.
It would have been enough to just have you there with
me, and during the night, to caress you, to calm my
anxiety, to know that you were all right and that you
wanted to be with me. But I know the rules. We agreed
them.
I slept a little, but not enough. Before leaving for
business this morning, I dared to look into your room,
without disturbing you. I stayed by the entrance to
your forbidden zone, not braving to approach your bed,
nor touch you. Only your head was visible above the
sheet, and you slept like an angel, like you were ten
years old again, breathing shallowly. Looking at your
face, I loved you in my mind and heart and body, I
loved you to bursting.
07 October 2006
We had dinner together today, for the first time in a
week. It was so good to have you back with me, even for
a short time. You were sloppily dressed for staying in,
no makeup. Jeans and an old sweater of mine. You like
to wear my sweaters, and that is a joy to me;
afterwards, when you take it off I can hold it, I can
smell your perfume, your soap, your skin odour, and
it's as though I'm inside you once again, part of your
body, though I have a dreaded fear that a fully
satisfying coupling between us may not happen again.
You will decide.
When you're away from me I can handle and smell your
clothing too, your delicate underwear. It's my way of
being with you even if you're absent.
And yes, dear Alika, I masturbate into your slips, your
bras, your night T-shirt. Whatever you choose to give
me each morning, always knowing, understanding and
accepting my needs, without questioning. You know not
to give me a slip with someone else's semen stains.
Lonely masturbation is not what I want for the best,
but I can imagine you're here with me. Covering my face
with your slip, I smell your odours, urine, sex juices.
Erection in hand, I extract all the odorous pleasure
that I can before wrapping the chosen gift of clothing
around my swollen penis and rubbing it, rigid and
bursting with desire, tingling with lust and passion,
hopeless with love for you my Babygirl. I always
ejaculate powerfully, my semen dedicated to you and I
call your name out loud. I wait and I wait for the next
time you will be ready for me. I ask nothing else but
your love, and that you tell me sometimes that you love
me too. I am patient because I worship you.
During dinner, I smiled and watched you as we talked,
about everything in the world - other than those
desperately worrying matters I wanted to broach but
daren't. You chatted animatedly and energetically about
your work, your art, your friends. I listened, hoping
you would ask me about my day too. I just listened and
adored you. My evening lit up, just having you across
the table.
My penis was at full attention, invisible under the
table, as my eyes took in your wonderful unfettered
breasts which jutted against the thin wool of my
sweater, the pointy young-woman's nipples outlined
clearly to my gaze. I looked into your pale makeup-less
face, those lively green eyes: I watched your fine lips
move as you spoke, and your smile made my heart melt as
always. I was happy again, despite knowing that this
pleasure was but for a short evening, and that tomorrow
you'd be missing again for a time – you'd go back into
your other teenage/adult world, from which I was
excluded. I know the rules.
After dinner, with a light, but lingering kiss to my
cheek and a hand on my shoulder, you were gone, to your
bedroom. I waited and I wanted. Your room is forbidden
territory by mutual consent. If you were to come to me,
if anything intimate was to happen between us, then it
would be on my ground, in my bedroom, or in the lounge,
anywhere but in your inner sanctum, your secret garden
as you call it.
I went up to my own lonely bedroom. I heard your music.
What you play tells me what kind of mood you are in. I
listened, and I knew you wouldn't be slipping into my
bed tonight. Your soft body was out of bounds this
time.
You made a phone call, which went on for a long time; I
tried not to listen to what you were saying. I heard
the clickclick of your computer keyboard. I heard a
faint buzzing. I cried silently: "Come to me ,
Babygirl, I can make you feel better than a vibrating
plastic tube". I didn't hear your orgasm, you must have
celebrated it silently. Later, I heard light-footed
movement, the sound of you brushing your teeth, water
running, you were peeing, toilet flushing. Then
nothing.
Later, I masturbated alone in my room as usual, looking
at your photo, the nude one we took in the Paris hotel
room last year, and clutching one of your slips to my
turgid member. The pressure in my testicles had been
building all evening, and as ever, it didn't take me
long to get to the highest level of excitement, to fill
your slip with the seminal juices I really wanted to
feel squirting into your lovely body. The intense
orgasm was a welcome release. All evening I had wanted
this climax to be shared with you my darling Alika, but
once again I am condemned to wait. Until you are ready
to receive my worship of your body.
10 October 2006
I came home late last evening, after my gym session,
crept in by the unlocked kitchen door. I didn't know
whether I'd see you; you had not told me of your plans
for the evening.
I don't think you heard me, and when I entered the
lounge, I saw you. You had recently showered, you were
half lying, half sitting on the couch, on a large bath
sheet, a cushion behind your towell-dried hair, eyes
closed, as though sleeping. I couldn't be sure, you
were breathing shallowly. The television blinked
blankly, as though a DVD had come to the end. You were
wearing your very flimsy white bedroom robe, silky,
sexy and almost transparent, the very expensive one I
bought you on our lovers' weekend in Paris last year. I
knew you were waiting for me, Babygirl.
I could see the outline of your bra-less breasts and
the slight folds of your body pressing against the
material. Lower, I saw that the robe had fallen open to
reveal that you wore no panty. One hand rested on your
lower belly, fingers lightly touching your mound of
venus - not rubbing, not moving, just resting there.
One of your pale legs was crooked slightly, and to one
side, which gave me a view of the short, soft blond
hairs at your secret opening. Not shaved, but cropped
very close, the way I like, the way I remembered it,
the last time I was this close to your naked body.
It had been too long Alika. You looked so desirable,
and my penis began to twitch; I detected the rapid flow
of blood into my organ, felt the head swelling, that
pleasant sensation which preceeds the hardening. My
heart picked up to a faster beat, and I felt warm.
I took off my jogging top and went around the couch,
torso naked, to your feet, to take in the length of
your slender body. You looked so much like your mother;
my heart leapt with love, with heartache and gut-
wrenching desire. I felt it bumping in my chest.
You didn't move at all, you just breathed slowly and
soundlessly as I watched your breasts move under your
robe. My eyes came back to your mons veneris, slightly
covered by your motionless fingers.
I knelt down, to position myself in the crook of your
leg, and ran my flat hands lightly along both pale,
exposed thighs, feeling smooth, soft and surprisingly
cool flesh against my palms. I detected the odour of
bath salts. I had to move your hand, to clear access to
your sex. It looked very inviting, lips peeking out of
the cropped pubic hairs, the softest of labia lips just
visible. I eased your leg further open, lowered your
foot to the floor; you stirred, but still your eyes
stayed closed. My hands ran along the top of both of
your thighs again, the pleasant feel of your flesh made
my itchy penis lengthen and harden a little more, until
it began to push strongly against the front of my slip
and jogging pants, the friction against the tip
increasing the pleasure and flow of blood.
I floated my hands over your tummy, back down to your
sex, ran a thumb over the soft folds of those pussy
lips, then my hands back onto your thighs, to stroke
along the insides, to your knees and back up to the
centre of all pleasures.
I needed to suckle your breasts. Ever so gently, I
leaned up over your glorious body and eased your robe
off your shoulders, pulling it aside to gain access to
those fleshy wonders. Your nude full breasts fell into
my hands, my penis twitched violently. I cupped the
firm young woman's flesh for a while, appreciating the
softness and the weight and the wonder of them. Then,
taking care not to let my naked torso touch you, I bent
my head to take a tiny pale nipple into my lips. I
nibbled it with my closed lips first, then lightly with
my teeth; it swelled in my mouth, became hard and
rubbery, and I began to suck on it like a baby,
touching it with the tip of my tongue.
I enjoyed the feel and the taste of the nipple in my
mouth, breathed in your soap and perfume for a while.
My hardness throbbed urgently now, and I had to free it
from the confines of my slip, to allow it to expand
fully. I pulled down the waist of my jogger and lowered
my slip, feeling the cool air on my full erection. As I
switched to your other breast and sucked lightly on its
nipple to make it hard, my cock brushed momentarily
against your inner thigh, hot against cool, hard
against soft, rough against silky, forcing another
violent jerking to take place. I held my hardness
against your flesh for a moment, feeling the joy rise
in my body.
While I suckled, my finger touched again the slippery
folds of your pussy, seeking the opening of those lips,
but not penetrating, just caressing, lightly. Would I
risk awakening you, if I went further?.
I looked up; your sweet eyelids were still closed, but
did you have a half-smile on your lips? Now, my head
descended from your nipple and I began to plant small
delicate kisses all the way down to your navel. My
tongue dipped into your belly button and then the
kisses of adoration continued down along the insides of
your thighs, then slowly back up, close enough to your
mons to detect that delicious odour emanating from your
woman sex. That exciting smell of almost-moistness. Up
onto your stomach, more butterfly kisses, then down
again to your upper thighs. As I moved my upper body
forward and back, my turgid cock brushed against the
silkiness of your thigh and calf, and now I allowed my
naked upper arms too, to feel the same softness. I
placed my hands on either side of your waist, brushing
my palms against your wonderful woman's curves.
My mouth was now approaching the lips of your honeypot,
to kiss, to smell, to taste. First a lick with the end
of my tongue, then my mouth against those soft adorable
lips, an open-mouthed kiss, sensing the delectable
odour of your sex floating up into my nostrils. Then my
tongue slipping through my own lips, to lick again
those other, softer, feminine sex lips, to prise apart
the labia folds and tiny pubic hairs and penetrate into
your secret orifice.....ahhh the joy.
My cock free and cool but raging hot and iron-hard,
pressed against your calf again, I moved my lower body
slowly back and forth, benefiting from the friction of
my hardness against your softness. Pre-cum juices
dribbled out of the enlarged hole in the end of my
penis, smeared against your flesh, lubricating my leg-
fucking action. Meanwhile my tongue reached further
into your sweet pussy, tasting your love juices. I felt
the cropped hairs against my lips and the moistness
inside your sex began to mix with my saliva, turning
moistness into wetness. I drank, I tasted your nectar.
My tongue now deep inside, I closed my mouth entirely
over your sex opening and kissed as though I would kiss
your mouth, a full french kiss, deep and increasingly
forceful. Then I withdrew my tongue and ran it over
your clitoris above, pressing, stimulating, first
lightly, then harder and more determined, pausing only
to push my tongue once again into your cunny and taste
anew your juices, now more and more plentiful. Then
back to your now swollen clitoris.
I looked up to your face, which was less calm now; your
eyes were still closed, but your breathing more
agitated, your mouth open. Your lower body began to
move, too, rising slowly but certainly up against my
mouth, allowing one of my hands to slip underneath, to
squeeze and cup your bum cheeks, run a finger along the
fold of those cheeks, and touch that other secret
orifice, your sweet, unviolated anus.
I felt you would soon be close to orgasm; I know your
body language so well, Babygirl. There began that
almost imperceptible trembling in your lower body. As I
pressed a finger against your tight little ass hole,
with my free hand, I held one of your breasts and
fingered the nipple which became rigid-hard again. I
was at once touching your breast nipple, your secret
bum orifice, and my mouth was lavishing adoration on
your sweet cunny. All the while my furious erection was
rubbing against your leg, getting wetter and wetter
with pre-cum, longing for your caress, but having to
settle for the pleasure of the friction against your
calf flesh. I felt you return the pressure that I was
applying; there began a slow side-to-side movement of
your leg, slight but certain, pressing sideways against
my burning, throbbing monster. With the same movement,
my shoulders touched the inside of your thigh.
Your breathing became louder and quicker, a tiny moan
was audible. You became warm, then hot. Your lower body
lifted up higher, you gasped, trembled. Your hips moved
up and down rapidly, pressing your bum cheeks against
my hand underneath with each downward thrust, my finger
pressed against the entrance to your anus. Perspiration
was beginning to collect in the cleft of your ass. My
mouth clung to your pussy, my tongue pressing on your
clitoris as I felt you pass the point of no return, and
as the quaking became uncontrollable, I plunged my
tongue hard and deep inside your vagina again, kissing
your whole sex as I would kiss your mouth....a full,
deep french kiss, as though seeking another tongue.
Full of passion, full of love for you, my Babygirl.
My upper teeth bit your clit ever so gently, nibbling.
You began a high pitched moan, mouth wide, face
slightly contorted, teeth bared with passion. Your
hands gripped the back of my head, caressed my neck,
slipped down and gripped my bare shoulders, tighter and
then tighter your fingers dug into my flesh as the
waves of your orgasm flowed over you. I knew you were
there.
You gasped, you moaned, you quivered, your hips jerked
up and down several times within seconds, then the
movements began to slow. And still your eyes stayed
shut; who knows what images you had in your head as I
ravaged your cunt and you felt these sharp convulsions
of pleasure take over your body.
Gradually, your hip jerks subsided and I decreased the
pressure on your clit. I withdrew my hand away from
underneath your hot, moist bum cheeks. Your hips
lowered, your legs relaxed to the side, you gave a huge
sigh and stretched your limbs – your arms above your
head and your long legs alongside my waist. I pressed
my tongue one more time against your clit and your
lower body suddenly jerked violently, as though your
orgasm still had a tiny way to go. You laughed, as
though to admit that I had just taken you by surprise
with that last tiny burst of pleasure.
Your eyes opened, you raised your head and looked at
me, my upper body still between your thighs, my mouth
blowing cool air over your sex and belly. Your eyes,
meeting mine, were moist, and I could detect intense
emotion. You smiled contentedly. You closed your soft,
hot thighs against my arms and shoulders, as though
enveloping my body to make me your prisoner. You
breathed: "Thank you, Daddy, that was the best. I love
you, you know that, don't you?"
I smiled back: "Yes, babygirl. I know. And I adore you.
And you know that too".
We stayed there for a little while, saying nothing. I
wanted to be between your thighs forever. I wanted to
plunge my elongated, aching, rigid penis into your
depths, feel the softness, the heat and wetness of your
love juices as my cock thrust deeply into your sweet
cunt. I wanted to kiss your mouth, taste your breath
and your saliva. I wanted to take your tongue into my
mouth and suck it hard. I wanted to plunge my tongue
into your ear and breathe your name, tell you that I
loved you. I wanted you to feel my lust, appreciate how
powerful and indestructible I was right at that moment.
I wanted to spew and spurt my semen into your womb,
that forbidden orifice. I wanted to come and come and
come, until you had accepted all of my forbidden seed
into your womb. Like we had done before.
You knew my needs. You reached a long, pale, elegant
arm behind the cushion supporting your head, pulled out
an ivory coloured, silky panty. Handing it to me and
smiling seductively, you breathed: "Do it for me
Daddy". I was sure you had worn the panty today; I
plunged my nose into it, to inhale the odours of my
Babygirl's pussy juices and urine, breathed in your
intimate sexual odours. "Do it for me, darling Daddy"
you repeated, "Show me".
I spread and opened the panty and wrapped it around my
turgid member, as you wanted me to, and began to fist-
fuck myself there in front of you, kneeling between
your soft, hot, perspiring thighs and looking into your
moist, smiling eyes. With my one hand, gripping hard, I
rubbed and rubbed my itchy cock, never letting you
leave my gaze for a single micro-second. With my other
hand I stroked your belly, your breasts, your shoulders
and your neck. You took my hand and placed two of my
fingers in your mouth and sucked them gently, as you
had once sucked my penis. Could you taste your own sex
and anus? You stroked my naked, hairless chest with
your fingers, lightly, lovingly. I began to breathe a
little faster, and you looked down to watch my hand
picking up pace as I rubbed my now fully swollen, angry
dick harder and faster.
I let out a gasp, felt my ejaculation coming through my
balls and along the length of my penis. I thrust my
panty-wrapped cock against your crotch, the tip
touching your darling cunny lips and enjoyed the
feeling of a huge amount of semen spurting forcefully
into the ivory coloured, silky material. As the
ejaculation began, I took both of your magnificent
breasts in my hands, squeezing gently, thumbs on your
still-hard nipples. I jerked and jerked my lower body,
pushed forward against your crotch. Almost, but not
quite inside my Babygirl's cunt. I sobbed your name.
You cried out mine. You crooked your legs a little and
closed your thighs against my waist, pulling me in
towards you. You took my arms and pulled my upper body
down until my face was between your glorious breasts,
my naked chest against your belly.
As the intense throbbing in my cock and balls slowed
down and the potent, delectable spurting of seminal
juice stopped, the violent twitching of my lower body
lessened, you held the back of my head against your
breasts and whispered: "There....now you feel better,
Daddy.......". You kissed my forehead, held your lips
there.
Yes, darling Alika, I felt better.
My arms slipped around your sides, my hands up to your
shoulder blades, and I held you as tight as I dared, my
face pressed against the softness of your bosom. I was
still shaking a little, still full of passion for my
Babygirl, full of gratitude for this moment. I was at
passionate, trembling peace.
We stayed like that for some minutes, it seemed. Then,
after a while I felt your lips go away from my
forehead, your grip on my head relaxed. I looked up to
see your head back on the cushion and your eyes closed
again. I made a trail of kisses down your belly; I
kissed your moist pussy, licked some of the residue of
juices away.
I squeezed the last drops of semen from the end of my
penis, folded your cum-stained panty and wiped your
cunny lips with it. You shuddered, made a mewing sound,
half asleep. I rubbed my unshaven face against your
inner thighs and tummy once more, before raising myself
up off my knees and pulling up my slip to cover my
half-erection, then my jogging pants.
I looked down upon your perfect beauty. I rearranged
your robe, covering your pale shoulders and breasts,
now slightly reddened from the friction of my face and
from your own passion. I placed your legs together more
comfortably on the couch, and closed the silky robe
over your lower body. You were breathing shallowly. I
knew you wanted to sleep. In a few minutes you would be
my little ten year old daughter again, a sleeping
beauty. Later you would find your way to your empty
bed, but for now you were just fine where you were.
Satisfied and drained.
You licked your lips, mumbled sleepily, smiling, eyes
closed, as I left the room: "Keep the panty, Daddy, for
later".
I went to my bathroom, prepared myself for bed. I
didn't want to shower; I wanted your odours all around
me tonight. And later, when I was recovered, and I
heard you go to your room, heard you moving about, I
masturbated again, as usual. I had your photo, And I
had your ivory coloured panty, still moist from my
earlier seminal discharge and full of your sex odours.
And I had the intense memory of what had happened
tonight.
And I knew you still loved me, Alika. It was enough.
END
I'm always pleased to get reactions of all kinds to my
stories, so drop me a line at : tallman034@aol.com if
you have something to say that's interesting.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 54