Honey, Just the Tip it might hurt just a little, Be a Big Girl

I'm 38 all grown up. Big girl? I think so, obese from emotional problems, childhood trauma. Fucking therapy, a waste of money what the hell does some asshole with a degree in social work or Psychology or an MD shrink know? For $200-$350 an hour. Answer! Here's another sucker, new boat or European vacation. What a scam! What a racket...."How did that make you feel?" "Time is up..next week same time?" As they rub their little paws together like a fly who just spotted a nice pile of fresh shit.

I'm better off by far sharing my story with you guys, even the many immature insensitive sonofabitches on here. Fuck, some of you might offer positive reinforcement that can aid in resolution.

I was seven years old, it was 1986. I was living in San Francisco with my dad and...well, he was Bisexual so sometimes his Boyfriend Another times his girlfriend on Telegraph Hill. Daddy was a big-shot attorney involved in politics and City fiscal stuff. Dad'O Ped as I called him in later years had friends in all the right places in a beautiful ( then) but always corrupt city from the Barbary Coast Pirates to especially today, 2024. My birth mother had been a stripper on Broadway. Later arrested for solicitation and prostitution, my Daddy divorced her getting full custody of me. Many times I think I would have been better off with her.

Daddy was both mother and himself, father. He for Nefarious reasons would not hire me a Nanny. Why? A Nanny Could obviously be a witness to what he was doing to me. Daddy as a lawyer, Understood how negative A witness could be. I think in retrospect, Daddy Had plans for me And not positive ones, From my birth. He was just waiting until I became the proper age. That age was seven. Actually, way before When you 1st started bathing me and Allowing me to sleep with him Because he said I was scared. Did you catch that? He told me I was scared, I don't remember being scared, Unless it was of him.

An all bath time Daddy Was always very attentive To making sure my butt cracked And vagina were very clean, in fact, He washed them himself To make sure. He would always say, A young lady must not be smelly down there. I've obviously dumped all shrinks, But a question that you used to ask me Was, How come you didn't talk to your teachers About what was going on? That's easy, Daddy had hired one of his male homosexual buddies As my tutor. He was an excellent teacher A master's ° from Stanford in education. Daddy in this guy Had been BUTT buddies Sense middle school. No chance of loose lips there.

I mentioned that daddy began our adventures When I was 7. Instead of pecking me on the forehead of the cheek With a good night kiss, Daddy began sticking his tongue in my mouth Giving me long passionate French kisses. Daddy said, Now that you're a big girl you have to learn to kiss like one. Besides washing my privates This was his second step. Now daddy had decided To have my bedroom remodeled. There was a course, Method in his madness As my bedroom did not need remodeled. It was just a reason so I would have no choice but to sleep with daddy. When we would go to bed at night Daddy would like to have lots of kisses, Big girl kisses of course. It was at that point, Daddy began to cuddle me very close Because it gets cold in San Francisco, Especially at night.

Kissing and cuddling became part of our routine, Until daddy began Pinching my little Barely formed nipples, And his hand finding his way My vagina While he pretended to be sleeping. When I would try to wiggle away Daddy would just pull me closer His hand getting a firmer grip on my vagina. Daddy insisted it was perfectly normal And that I should enjoy it because it would feel good. It certainly felt different when daddy began putting his finger inside me. Finger inside remainder constant, It was when daddy went down to Lick my vagina And stick his tongue in it. I knew something was wrong But not what, As I had so little contact with other girls and the outside world. Of course it was wrong, But despite it being wrong It felt very good And little did I know at the time, I was having those prepubescent Orgasms. Which as you know, A very intense Very new Very new and they feel so good. Even if you know they are wrong You like them. And when there is nobody to stop the perpetrator It just keeps happening.

I was about A little over 8 years old When daddy introduced me to his penis, Appropriately named, Old mister Baldy. Daddy said he was a fun guy Him and I would become good friends. Even with child intuition I knew it was very wrong, I didn't know what was wrong I knowing so didn't do any good. Soon daddy had me licking And playing with mister baldy KY Lubricating ointment. Mister Baldwin of course, Ejaculate semen And daddy would insist I lick it up like ice cream. When I was 9, Mister baldy begin Entering my vagina Saturated in KY lubricant. I would scream It hurts daddy It hurts. Daddy would then say Just the tip honey Just the tip Now you be a big girl. 1 of these days real soon Mister baldy's gonna go all the way and explore. That's what he has that eye for, To explore the inside of little girls To see if there's anything wrong.

Daddy was about 7"Not inordinately thick But mister baldy was all the way in Before I was 10 years old. Daddy would put me in all kinds of positions And just pump mister baldy in and out. When it would hurt Daddy would just say, You just tell daddy how much you love him and be a big girl. Of course daddy was ejaculating inside me. I guess he figured I couldn't get pregnant. Then daddy want to put mister baldy In my butt Where I pooped. I can't explain how bad that hurts. Once again daddy would say, Just the tip honey You get used to it it'll stop hurting. I was daddy's little sex doll, His toy And he love to play with me. There was no doubt I was his favorite toy.

As I got older It seemed like daddy was on me all the time. He would let his friends play with me too. But I was sworn to secrecy And I kept my pledge. Daddy bought me anything I wanted. When I was 16 I wanted a Porsche 911SC, I got a blue one. Right off the dealers floor on Ven Ness Ave. My clothes came from Macy's Lord and Taylor Especially shops in Union Square. I had a Tag Heuer watch, And some great rings. A Gucci And the Prada Executive miss purse. And an assortment of credit cards. All this And more, For climbing in bed every night with my daddy. I was 24, 2010 I was screwing my father Giving him head Taking care of his friends Pretty much on demand. When I was 24I cracked! I came apart at the seams. Winding up in a private mental hospital In Sonoma California At $700 a day. Of course daddy was paying. I'm 38 years old now Daddy is 70I haven't seen him in years. Now remember this happened in California. This should piss you off I told everybody Including the FBI. Daddy didn't even get a slap on the wrist. I don't live in California anymore I wouldn't go back there, For all of Elon Musk money.

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