("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Confessions of a Teenage Slut - 2 by Zoe (zoevajay@gmail.com) *** The diary continues. My mother was away at rehab, giving me a chance to be alone with my beloved Daddy. (Mf, ped, 1st, rom) *** 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? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76