Forgive Me Father
♥ ~Based On A True Story~ ♥
♥ ~Written By Moi~ ♥
Things weren't supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to be a good little Christian girl. That's what I've lived my life as for many years. After all, I've study the bible, through and through. I say my prayers every morning and night. I attend church and take of the Communion. So then, why do these thoughts plague me so?
He appears there every night, within my tender innocent dreams. Screams and moans echo throughout my mind. I always wake up in a flush, my pillow stained with sweat and my sheets soaked with wetness. The only thing to calm my body down is to give it what it wants, my hand on my breasts, my fingers against my sensitive slit. I force myself to climax enough times until I finally faint from exhaustion. All while choking back moans of course, after all, my room is right beside my parents'.
What have I become?
I'm awake this night for probably the fourth or fifth time, panting from embarrassment and slight pleasure as I finger my aching hole, replaying the teasing dream in my head.
In my dream, the bed is loudly squeaking. My hands are pressed against the headboard, my head being pulled back by a fist tugging on my long strands of hair. His shaft is ramming back and forth into my wetness, his thumb far wedged into my tight anal that clenched around the penetration. My little cross necklace is swinging like a pendulum, slapping against my breasts and soaring into the air. I can hear myself moaning, screaming, begging for more. I can feel my only piece of remaining clothing, my short black skirt, slapping against my rear as the pace gets quicker and quicker from all the rocking and constant penetration.
“That's right, that's a good girl...” he coos into my ear, getting more violent with his thrusts. He forces more juices from me, my wetness dripping down my thighs. “Fuck your Daddy...”
My climax nearing, I gasp as I remember the feeling of his creamy seed filling up my tight and all too accepting hole. My body shaking, I climax, my juices squirting out all over my one and only blanket.
“D-Daddy” I moan, my face flushed and my eyes closing fast as I nearly faint from exhaustion. My voice only a whisper as my finger circles my convulsing clit, “Forgive me Father, for I hath sinned...”
♥ ~Written By Moi~ ♥
Things weren't supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to be a good little Christian girl. That's what I've lived my life as for many years. After all, I've study the bible, through and through. I say my prayers every morning and night. I attend church and take of the Communion. So then, why do these thoughts plague me so?
He appears there every night, within my tender innocent dreams. Screams and moans echo throughout my mind. I always wake up in a flush, my pillow stained with sweat and my sheets soaked with wetness. The only thing to calm my body down is to give it what it wants, my hand on my breasts, my fingers against my sensitive slit. I force myself to climax enough times until I finally faint from exhaustion. All while choking back moans of course, after all, my room is right beside my parents'.
What have I become?
I'm awake this night for probably the fourth or fifth time, panting from embarrassment and slight pleasure as I finger my aching hole, replaying the teasing dream in my head.
In my dream, the bed is loudly squeaking. My hands are pressed against the headboard, my head being pulled back by a fist tugging on my long strands of hair. His shaft is ramming back and forth into my wetness, his thumb far wedged into my tight anal that clenched around the penetration. My little cross necklace is swinging like a pendulum, slapping against my breasts and soaring into the air. I can hear myself moaning, screaming, begging for more. I can feel my only piece of remaining clothing, my short black skirt, slapping against my rear as the pace gets quicker and quicker from all the rocking and constant penetration.
“That's right, that's a good girl...” he coos into my ear, getting more violent with his thrusts. He forces more juices from me, my wetness dripping down my thighs. “Fuck your Daddy...”
My climax nearing, I gasp as I remember the feeling of his creamy seed filling up my tight and all too accepting hole. My body shaking, I climax, my juices squirting out all over my one and only blanket.
“D-Daddy” I moan, my face flushed and my eyes closing fast as I nearly faint from exhaustion. My voice only a whisper as my finger circles my convulsing clit, “Forgive me Father, for I hath sinned...”
12年前
