Forbidden Desires

Weight Of Desire

It's been three weeks since my mom went on a business trip, and during these weeks, my life has been completely turned upside down and inside out. I can’t lie and tell myself that my feelings about my stepdad aren't as powerful as they are.

This is the biggest thing to carry around with me. Since he licked and suckled on my breasts, I have not been able to do anything but fantasize about having him suckle my breasts again.

His mouth on my body was so incredibly warm on me, and now the memory has become ingrained in my mind, playing whenever I am alone.

Oh god, I need to f**k my stepdad. This has become a bodily need; I feel it building inside of me like a deep, empty hole of longing that has no relief to it.

I need his big thick c**k in my virgin p***y. I need to finally know what it feels like to have a thick, long c**k slide inside of me.

The house is so quiet now, and the air is too thick for all the things left unsaid to hang there.

I started stroking myself off again as I recall his hands running up my thighs, up into my virgin c**t; tracing and re-tracing over my body as I think of him sucking my breasts like he did few days ago, closing my eyes so tight, I imagined him sucking hard on my n*****s, and I arch into my mattress.

My skin was burning, totally lost in it, "Goodddd, yeahhhhh, fuckkkk me, daddy, yes!" I was already moaning, burying my face deep in my pillow, my eyes were squeezed so shut I could feel imaginary weight and stretching in my body.

"Yes, daddy f**k me hard, please don't stop, daddy f**k me f**k your slut daughter, go deeper, daddy...." My fingers sped up again, faster as I pictured him hovering over me with black eyes full of the same dark want as I saw in his eyes in the bathroom earlier.

I heard his voice like a blade through my brain.

"Honey," his voice was coming from the bottom of the stairs, but it pierced through me anyway, "come down here for dinner."

It was disturbingly sweet that his perfectly calm, fatherly voice could make my heart pound with such violence and make my blood so much more excited for him to arrive than it already was; my body started shaking, still thrumming with the feeling, and I scrambled out of bed trying to reorient myself to my real life.

I put on a thin white shirt I normally wore on hot summer days, instead of anything more concealing, and did not bother with underwear beneath the very sheer cotton of the shirt. My breasts felt like they were burning.

I ran downstairs barefoot, straight through the living room, and into the kitchen. Within moments, I was standing right next to him, his gaze on mine, the smells of dinner warming my face as I felt the flush spread across my skin.

“Daddy,” I said in a small, warm, fuzzy-brained voice, still layered with sleepy traces of thought from earlier, before he answered with his deep, slow, warm voice, which still held a lingering, sleepy hum, and dinner started.

“Honey, daddy's going to bed," he said. “Good night.”

I felt more like I was standing at the door to the forbidden and beckoning than closing it off. "Yes, Daddy," was all that came out of my mouth.

It was 10:30 PM, and the house was filled with a silence that my room would never contain, and, as my body practically vibrated, a raw hunger had built inside me for weeks. I walked over to his room, my bare feet cool against the cool floor.

“Daddy!" I whispered and tested the stillness and the silence of his slumber, "Daddy! Daddy!"

He was already sleeping. I was standing beside his bed with a calm, slow deliberation that only comes from having spent the last year and a half mentally recreating this scene; I crawled slowly until I was on the bed with him, I took off my clothes, pulled the blanket away from his chest until I felt the warmth of his skin towards me.

I paused there for a second, just gazing at him before closing my eyes and drawing my last breath as I prepared to close the distance between us, finally.

Oh goddddd; his whole body lay bare before me like a sculpted god of the moon, with his long body laid out in the darkness before me.

My eyes were locked on him at first, then landed on his c**k, which was standing long and hard and ready to carry me on a journey I had already planned for.

I brought my hand up toward his, but when my fingers met the smoothness of his fourteen inches— I felt how incredibly long and thick it was... Oh my godddd, I had never even dreamed it would feel so incredibly massive and wonderful as it felt against my fingertips, like polished rock draped in silk.

I want to give him all tonight. I prayed he didn't wake up.