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Confessions of a Teenage Slut - 2
by Zoe (zoevajay@gmail.com)

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The diary continues. My mother was away at rehab, 
giving me a chance to be alone with my beloved Daddy. 
(Mf, ped, 1st, rom)

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PART 2

June 15, 1989

Mom is back in rehab. That means it's just me and Dad 
in the house. As much as I miss Mom, I really enjoy 
these times when I get to be alone with Dad. But that 
means all those feelings are bubbling to the surface 
again; all my feelings for my dad.

It's not like my feelings for my Dad ever go away, but 
I can suppress them better when Mom is around. I have 
to. I really love my dad. I guess all little girls 
love their daddy, but I am love with my dad in a 
romantic and sexual way. There I said it. He is the 
most beautiful, intelligent, sensitive man that has 
ever lived. I can only pray that nobody ever reads 
this.

I'm sure that Dad has been reading my other diary. 
He's been going through some of my other stuff too. 
He's gone through my hamper. I found my panties on 
top. I kind of feel violated, but it kind of turns me 
too. To think of him smelling my body as he touches 
himself is a real turn on. I can't help but remember 
that mom was only fourteen when she first had sex with 
Daddy. I just happen to be fourteen right now, almost 
fifteen. He was younger too, but he is still 
beautiful.

I have been thinking about him as I touch myself a lot 
of times. I like the smell of his body on one of his 
t-shirts. I have loved the smell of his shirts since I 
was little. I slept with my mom and dad every night 
until I was four years old, and off and on after that 
for a few years. My dad worked late a lot and I missed 
him. I used to sleep with one of my daddy's t-shirts, 
because it smelled like him. I still like to snuggle 
up with my daddy's shirt near my face and touch my 
pussy until I cum and imagine it's my daddy making me 
cum. I can't believe I'm actually putting this into 
words. I can't say this kind of thing to anybody or in 
my other diary.

In that other diary I just refer to the man that I 
have a crush on, or just "him". I can never go into 
any detail. I wonder if my daddy knows that it is him. 
I think he does, and I think he feels the same about 
me. He looks at me differently when it's just the two 
of us. He let's me sleep with him sometimes too. I'm 
going to sleep with him tonight.

June 16, 1989

I slept with Daddy last night. It was so intense. He 
tried to make me go back to bed, but I begged him and 
he couldn't refuse. He can't turn his little girl 
away.

I waited until midnight. To make sure he was asleep. I 
was wearing my pink pajama top with the thin little 
straps and a pair of cotton panties. I slipped into 
his room and whispered, "Daddy? I want to sleep with 
you tonight. OK?"

"Go back to bed, baby," he said. "You're a big girl."

"Please, Daddy," I begged. He hardly even woke up.

"OK, baby," he muttered. I climbed in beside him and 
laid my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm 
around me and pulled me close. He felt so warm and 
strong, and he smelled so good. I curled up to my 
daddy, pressed my breasts against his ribs, and pushed 
my crotch to his leg. He drew a deep breath and 
squeezed me tighter.

"I love you, Daddy," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too, my Baby." I love it when he calls me 
that.

"I love you more than anything, Daddy."

"I love you more than anything too, Baby"

"I love you more than anybody in the world."

"And I love you more than anybody, Baby."

"Really, Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby."

"More than Mommy?" I asked and he didn't say anything. 
"Do you love me than you love Mommy?"

He paused again, and then answered, "Yeah, Baby, more 
than Mommy, more than anybody in the world." I knew he 
did, I just had to hear him say it. I pushed my little 
pussy against his leg a little harder. It was getting 
wet. I raised my leg enough to touch his dick, just to 
see if it was hard. It was.

I cuddled up real tight to him and fell asleep with my 
head on his shoulder. I dreamed about him like I did 
when I was a little girl. It's a silly little dream. 
When I was little Daddy was usually a prince or a 
knight and I was his princess.

In the dream I had last night, I was his wife. He 
kissed me so sweetly and we made out. He carried me to 
bed, I think it was our wedding night. He carried me 
to bed and was about to make love to me. He had taken 
my clothes off of me and I woke up.

When I woke up I was pressed up to Daddy. My leg was 
wrapped around his and my pussy was really wet and I 
wanted him so bad. I just held him real tight and 
tried to get back to sleep and back to that dream, but 
I just laid there, forever.

I finally fell asleep and when I woke up Daddy was 
getting out of bed. He was soon getting dressed and 
was off to work. I laid there and remembered my dream 
and how good it felt to be that close him and how much 
I wanted him.

My pussy started getting wet and I touched myself. I 
felt like such a naughty girl, fingering my pussy, 
right there in his bed. I could still smell him on his 
pillow. His spot in the bed was still warm. It only to 
took a couple of minutes and I was cumming. I was in 
my daddy's bed, with my fingers in my pussy cumming as 
hard as I ever had in my life. It was awesome.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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