Quick note: This is just a decoy account which I used to join here since my main is too messy but I just wanted to share my stories and this post gives a little bit of context before everything started. I used stupid language so forgive me if it's grammatically incorrect or makes no sense because I write whatever sounds good in my head and English is my 2nd language as well. With that being said, this is how I (F20) fell for my dad (M44) :>
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I don't know when it began nor do I know why or how it began. I wondered to myself why I felt this way, was it wrong ? would I be treated like a psycho if others found out ? would they just simply abandon me ? All these thoughts, swirled in my head, but the only prominent one was *"Would he reciprocate ?".*
Pfftt. Of course not, am I crazy ? Him, a kind, polite, gentle man who is the embodiment of 'masculine', has a perfectly loving wife and two children, a stable household and source of income. Would he let my, the feelings of his daughter ruin that ? Of course not, that's not the man I adored, not the one I fell in love with, and it hurt, it ached like a grain of sand melting me from the inside.
But, I still hoped, hoped that he'd change his mind someday, that he would see beneath the facade I put around him, that he'd see me as I saw him, because to me, nothing mattered if it didn't do him any good.
'Yeah I'm crazy I'll just get therapy'- I thought for days but all of it was futile, only to be unraveled by a single loving gaze from him that had my heart doing flips. Maybe it's because he was always there for me, maybe he's the perfect man any woman can have (my mom and her damn luck again) . The gifts he'd buy me and Mom, the way he kept his calm in the heat of the storm and so many other qualities I wrote down in my personal diary. I hope no one finds that EVER.
Even if they did, it doesn't matter as long as he didn't think of me as a creep. I wouldn't care if he didn't reciprocate.
I would rather keep devoting myself towards you, being better for you even if I'm only going to be your "sweetie" and never your "darling". 'Aren't they the same- ?' NO THEY ARE NOT!
He'd give his life for me, his sweetie, but would never give me the entirety of his heart like he gave to his darling wife. Dumbo, but that makes me like you even more.
But oh, the way I yearn to see that glimmer in your eyes when you look at me like you look at Mom. The way I patiently waited to be held by such gentle tenderness that held a deeper meaning both as a gesture and in your heart. Oh the 3 wishes I would ask to a Genie if I ever found a Lamp.
I'm being stupid again. (No you're not.)
It's not supposed to work like this. (According to who ?)
I should stop. (When you've come this far ?)
The conversation I have with myself every night as I hug my pillow, pretending the contrasting coldness of it was a perfect substitute to the comforting warmth you gave me. The way you'd look at me with that perfect smile as your muscular arms that were capable of so much strength, held me like the most precious person you had. I way your lips glistened under the golden rays of sunlight, tempting even the most chaste of the population. The thing you held under...
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OK. S.T.O.P.
I mentally scold myself as I write down todays thoughts into my diary, the tranquility of my room broken by him calling me down for dinner.
"I'll be there!"
I shouted from my room as I hid my diary and made my way down the stairs seeing his loving gaze shattered every inch of resistance I built.
"Set the table, sweetie." He told me as he went to wrap his arms around Mom who was cooking.
'Sweetie', another verbal and a visual reminder of me not being anything more to him.
"I just wish you held me like that..."
I murmured inaudibly to myself as I saw him cherish my Mom with love and affection. Each second of me being in this room pierced another needle through my heart. Holding back my tears, I hear him say the words to my mom which I would travel to hell and back to hear.
"I love you."
He told my mother as I let a stray tear escape my eyes. It aches, It hurts to give you my unrequited love.
But,
Let me continue this, please...
Because knowing I can't have more, I'll at least accept the fact that...
I like the way it hurts. </3
Note: I wanted to give everyone some context before posting the sex stories because I plan to make this a series and all. If anyone is curious, at present, I already confessed to my dad about my feelings and he felt confused at first but he gave me a chance and we both grew on and share a relationship hidden from the rest of the family : 3
So if anyone likes the way I wrote this or just the dynamics of this overall, I'll definitely share more in the future (actual sex stories this time). Please no hate I'm just a girl :<