dreaming about becoming a stalker daughter just to find my way back to my daddy (and his cock)
my mom has kept me away from him for so long, but now i'm living on my own. making my own bad decisions. doing obsessive, endless record searches trying to find the state, the area, the county, the town, the street, the house that my mom forced him to move away to. my heart is skipping beats when i find his facebook page. i can finally see his smile again and i gleefully wonder if he can feel my blush through the screen.
from there, it's easy to pinpoint him. i find pictures of him at a neighborhood barbecue and see the house i've figured out is his is in the background. i go to sleep already dreaming about stepping up to the door and touching him again, how he'll hug me, how everything will be okay again when i find him.
i message the facebook account the next morning. i pace and pace waiting for a reply, screaming at myself to just get in the car and drive to him already. but im patient. all i get back is a sorry, sweetheart. he blocks me right after. it doesn't matter. i'm still his sweetheart. i feel like i'm on a cloud while i pack and get in the car and don't bother putting the address in my navigation. i memorized every single turn and the name of every road separating us last night. i get there within 14 hours. too close, by my mother's standards.
my daddy's eyes go so wide when he opens the door. i want to just rush in and hug him, but i'm too transfixed taking him in and memorizing it again after all these years. he beckons with an open hand for me to come inside and i don't weep but i'm close, so close. i drop my bag and turn to look at his eyes and the relief i feel to see the same hunger i'm used to reflected again, reignited, finally makes the tears start falling.
"oh, oh baby..." he pulls me towards him for a hug, grabbing at my arms. "i'm sorry, so fucking sorry i had to leave. you're such a good girl for finding me. ssshhhh, let it out."
i can't cry for long, not when i need to see his face again. he's staring at me like he still can't believe it. i smile up at my dad and see tears gathering in his eyes. he blinks them away quick, but i know what it means. i strike as hard as i can.
"i still look like the little girl you loved right, daddy?" ive got my sweetest voice on, and his eyes won't leave mine.
"of course you do, sweetheart." the rumbling of his chest against my cheek makes me shiver.
he doesn't stand a chance.
i'm quickly ushered to sit the couch with him. and all that i can think about as i watch my daddy's mouth move, telling me all about how serious this is and how he wants to be a good father to me, is how soft and perfect i know those lips feel against me. he knows i'm distracted. i just grin, knowing that it won't be ten minutes before i'm bent over the arm of the couch, dripping with my first load of daddy's cum in soooo long. finally his sweetheart again.
