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Subject: {ASSM} Rosie's accidents {Amnesia} [Mg inc fath dau ws]
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Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 01:10:04 -0400
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Rosie's accidents

   [Mg inc fath dau ws]

   This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are purely
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   Rosie's accidents

   Daddy took me to the mall today.  He bought a new dress for me and a
doll.  The dress is real pretty, I can see it because it's hanging from a
hook on the door of my wardrobe all wrapped in plastic.  I am looking
forward to wearing it tomorrow when we are going to see his friend Josh. 
Mom is out of town to visit Grandma Foster for a few days.  Daddy and Mom
had a row a few days ago.  It's not the first time she goes to see Grandma
Foster after she and Daddy have had a row.

   He also bought me some panties, a white cotton one, with a small strip
that goes down between your ass cheeks and little thin strips on your hips.
It looks really sexy, like the ones the other girls in my class wear.  I
wonder why he bought them, because I never wear panties, always a diaper.

   I have this problem.  My brain isn't connected right to my body.  I can
think the words, but when I speak it all comes out as 'dflughg flulgh'.  Or
something like that.  I am clumsy too, I always bump into things or spill
drinks.  If I write words with a pen, it's just all smears of ink.  I can
type.  On a computer, because you just have to push down the keys and when
you've typed something wrong, you can just erase it and try again.  Not
with a mouse, because then I point and click all the wrong things and break
the computer.  I also have accidents sometimes.  That is why I always wear
a diaper.

   There's nothing wrong with my brain, says Mrs.  Wilson, my teacher.  I
get mostly B's and C's for homework.  I almost never get A's because I type
too slow to keep up.  Still, I'm going to a regular school instead of a
special school.  They have a computer on my desk for me to use and I don't
do PE classes, that's all.  The teachers look out for me and I have a few
friends at school that look out for me too.  A lot of the other kids make
fun of me, because I can't speak properly and wear a diaper, but it doesn't
bother me much.

   Debbie is my best friend.  She lives three houses down the road.  I've
heard some boys say she is a hottie.  Daddy says it too.  'Jail bait' he
said.  Sometimes I don't understand why Debbie likes to hang out with me,
but then she just smiles and says that I am her best friend, like that is
any answer.  I know why Daddy says Debbie is a hottie, because he would
like to fuck her, like he does with me.

   Daddy is usually the one that takes care of me when I have an accident.
He is a writer and works at home.  Mom works as a secretary somewhere and
is out most of the day.  Mom hates it when I have an accident.  She pulls
up her nose and is angry with me.  Mommy lets me take the diaper off by
myself and just watches that I am not doing anything wrong when I clean
myself up.

   I like Daddy's way much better.  He puts me down on the salon table in
his study and is cheerful to me when he unfastens the diaper.  He looks at
my cunny for a while and then wipes it with a warm washcloth.  That feels
really nice.  Then he licks my cunny and the sensitive little bubble that
sticks out of my slit when I get all excited.  Sometimes I have another
minor accident when I get all worked up but he doesn't mind, he just licks
me harder then.

   There is nothing wrong with the input to my brain.  I can feel and see
and hear everything.  I can feel his slightly rough tongue on my soft lips,
his lips nibbling at my bubble and the stubble of his beard on the inside
of my thigh.  I can hear his lips smacking and the mm-mm, mm-mm in his
throat when I start to cream lots.  And I can see his eyes looking at me
all the time when his mouth is between my legs.  His eyes tell me that he
loves me.

   It is just the output of my brain that is badly wired.  He has to hold
me hard by my hips when I get that incredible feeling in my tummy.  It is
the second nicest feeling that I know, but I shake a lot and foam a little
at the mouth so he has to hold me steady.  After I stop shaking he wipes my
mouth and kisses my cheeks.

   The nicest feeling that I know is when he unzips his pants and puts his
cock inside me.  He moves it in and out nice and easy and it is like I am
in heaven, especially when he puts his hand on my tummy and touches my
bubble with his thumb.  In my memory his cock used to be a lot bigger than
it is nowadays, but that is probably because I have grown, not that he has
shrunk.  The good news is that I get that incredible feeling in me again
when he fucks me these days.  I didn't get that when I was nine.

   He has to hold me steady again when I go for the second time, but it
feels good for him too, me shaking about, because I can feel his cock
getting bigger inside me, even though I'm shaking and totally off this
world.  I can feel him shooting his baby juice in me and that makes me feel
real warm and glowy.  He likes to keep it in me for a bit, while he wipes
the foam of my mouth.  When he goes soft he takes it out and washes me
properly with a warm washcloth.  After he has dried me he puts a fresh
diaper on me and helps me off the table.

   It is too bad he has to use a rubber now, because I had my first period
last month.  I was sweaty and I had cramps in my tummy and there was a lot
of blood.  Daddy was really nice to me and cleaned and cuddled me all the
time, but he was a bit sad too.  He said he would have to use a rubber from
now on, because he couldn't risk making a baby with me.  He said he would
have done it gladly, if I had been a normal girl, but the chances of the
baby's brain being much more badly connected than I am are just too big.

   I like the feeling of him shooting his baby juice in me.  Not that the
rubber makes me feel any less of him when he is inside me, it is just that
I like that squishy feeling in my cunny, especially when it starts to ooze
out between my pussy lips into my fresh diaper, knowing that it is Daddy's
love for me.

   I suppose Mom knows that Daddy fucks me sometimes when he changes my
diaper, but she pretends not to know, if you understand what I mean.  He
doesn't fuck me each and every time.  Not when there's people around the
house or when we have to go somewhere, for instance.  Only when it is just
the two or three of us in the house.

   Over the last year he has been fucking two or three times per day.  He
fucked me less when I was younger.  I think that is why things are going
bad between Daddy and Mom.  They used to get along much better when he
didn't fuck me as much and just licked me when he was cleaning me.  Or when
I was real young, like six or seven or so, and he didn't fuck me at all,
just licked me and put his pinky finger inside me every now and then.  I
can't remember the times when he didn't lick me clean every once in a
while.

   I wish I could say to Daddy to take care of Mom like he takes care of me
and if that is too hard to fuck me less and Mom more.  And I wish I could
say to Mom that it is okay for Daddy to fuck me, because I really love it
and it is Daddy's way of showing me that he loves me very much even though
I have my problem.  But I can't speak very well, all that comes out is
'dlfgurb sprrfff'.

   That's one of the things they were arguing about the other day, before
Mom left for Grandma Foster, I think.  I could hear them yell at each other
through the bedroom wall.  I couldn't hear exactly what they were shouting
against each other, but my name, Rosie, was mentioned several times.  I
just lay on my bed, listening to them shouting, and cried myself to sleep.
Writing about Mom and Daddy makes me feel all sad, while I should be a
happy girl.  That is my main reason for writing this on the computer,
because I am hoping that she will read it and understand it is alright.

   I should and want to be happy because Daddy bought me a new dress and a
doll.  We tried it on in the shop and it looked really nice on me.  It has
a tight body with long sleeves and a skirt that goes real wide just below
my waist.  The skirt is a bit short, half way up my thighs, but I think
that if I wear trainer panties instead of diapers that no one will notice
I'm not wearing ordinary panties, because of the wide skirt.

   Daddy is real proud of me that I have become a woman, he says.  That is
what he said when I had my first period.  'You are a real woman now, Rosie,
you are not a little girl any more.' those were his exact words.  He
explained then that I could now start to have babies in my belly and that I
didn't need to worry about having them, because it would be hard for me to
take care of them with my brain problem.  He would gladly take care of any
babies that I had.  He also told me then that he personally couldn't have
babies with me, because of the risk of having a really bad baby.  That is
when we got a little sad together, which was nice in a weird sort of way.

   I know Daddy is real proud of me because he showed Josh yesterday that I
had become a real woman.  Josh is Daddy's best friend for as long as I can
remember.  He is a bit younger than Daddy and they like to discuss books
and art and music.  I like Josh too.  I have sat on his lap millions of
times and he has played quite a few games with me when I was younger. 
Debbie once said she thought he was cute, even though he is old.  Not old
enough to be her or my Daddy though.  I think he is cute too.

   Yesterday, Josh was talking with Daddy when I had an accident.  Daddy
invited Josh to come and watch my Daddy clean me.  Daddy gave me the full
treatment, with Josh watching.  Josh was very excited and I was too.  It
gave me an extra buzz to have him watch Daddy fuck me.  After Daddy had
cleaned me and put a fresh diaper on me, he asked me if I would mind it
that Josh cleaned and fucked me too, every once in a while.

   I don't mind at all.  I love fucking.  I love Daddy, but I like Josh
too. Daddy would be there to see that Josh was taking good care of me. 
Daddy knows how to read my body, because even though I can't speak, I can
express myself with smiles and nods and happy looks.  Josh looked really
pleased.  So that is why we are going over to Josh's place tomorrow, so
Josh can fuck me with Daddy watching over me.  Me in my pretty new dress. I
am really looking forward to it.  I have had that tingly feeling in my
tummy all day.

   I am going to stop writing now.  I can hear Daddy's key turning in the
lock downstairs.  I need to have an accident so he can lick my dirty cunny
clean and fuck me.



   THE END

   Copyright 2006, Amnesia



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