“Secret confessions are whispers from the soul, hidden in the quiet corners of the heart. They carry the weight of truths too fragile for the world to hold, yet too loud to silence forever. In the stillness of solitude, they escape in hushed tones, hoping for redemption, understanding, or release. These private admissions shape us, reveal us, and haunt us. Though unspoken aloud, they echo endlessly within, reminding us of our vulnerabilities and desires. A secret confession is not weakness—it is the bravest part of us daring to be heard, even if only in the dark.”
Sitting across from the man, she twitched slowly when he reached over, dimming the lights in the room. The city outside was the only thing that illuminated the room. He was making it comfortable for her to confess her dirtiest secret yet.
“I’ve always found him to be my weak spot. The way he talks to me with such powerful words. How he calls me his little angel. I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t resist any longer,” she whispered.
Her teeth now giving her bottom lip a grip, she knew in her heart he wouldn’t judge, but her mind played filthy little tricks on her. Some wouldn’t understand the bond they had with each other.
Smirking, Brian was getting everything he wanted from the young girl. He knew there was an attraction when he watched her at the pool, but this was better than he could have ever expected. She was one of those dirty girls that he wanted. He could feel the way his cock pulsed. Rising quickly, but this was going to be a long night and he was in no hurry to rush.
Licking her lips, Adinna took a deep breath, almost whispering the confession.
“It started a bit ago. I noticed he watched my every movement. Bought me clothing that he liked, and even made sure that I went for weekly manicures and pedicures. I had to be the only girl in school who had them because the others seemed so envious. Daddy would get them along with me. Making sure to pick out the deepest red for me always. Even when I asked for others, he denied it. Daddy has a way of getting what he wants. I think the ladies knew something was off, but they never said a word.” she laughed.
She now had Brian’s full attention. His mouth watering to slip her heels off and look at those toes. How could she know that red was his baby girl’s color as well? Maybe all daddies like that for their little girls. Each word she confessed took his arousal to a deeper level, strengthening his need.
“So, he takes good care of you?” he inquired.
She nodded, shivering at the knowledge that her panties were damp with need. She wondered if he could smell the heat that built between her thighs. Her daddy always told her that he knew that she needed him because her scent was sweeter when aroused. Maybe it was because every morning before she slipped from the bed he brought her a big cup of fresh squeezed pineapple juice. He would sit on the bed and make sure she drank every single drop before he gave her a morning kiss and let her get ready for the day. Sometimes that included a long bubble bath. He did love to wash her hair for her and make sure that she was clean all over.
“He does. The night before he allowed me to come on this trip he spent hours in the dark whispering secrets to each other. He even packed my bags for me so I have all the sexiest clothes. He likes for me to call him at night and tell him what I wore and if anyone noticed. I guess I will need to tell him about tonight,” she giggled.
Adjusting himself, Brian moved to sit next to Adinna, his hand now on her soft caramel skin. The contrast of light and dark made the older man slightly growl out of need. The way she spun her words drove him wild with a drunken lust.
“Such a good girl you are to always do as told. I can appreciate a young woman who respects her father in such a way,” he said.
She watched his hand as he spoke. Each layer of skin he touched now blanketed with a soft ripple of chills. It was as though he was writing his lust in braille on her flesh. A masterpiece for only the two of them to enjoy. As his fingers moved closer to her heat, she trembled in anticipation of a confession she never meant to confess.
“Sometimes, his breath on my skin makes me say words that only a whore should repeat. The filth that he draws out of me causes someone else to possess my body and at times, it frightens me at what I want him to do to me,” Adinna whimpered, her hand moving to her mouth to shush her lips.
Was she sharing too much with him? Adinna knew he wouldn’t judge her, but this secret seems so dirty.
Leaning close, he pressed his lips close to her ear, whispering, “Let it go. Tell me everything that haunts your body. I promise to keep you safe.”
The room now dark, Adinna leaned back on the couch, her eyes closing softly as all inhibitions went away. It was time she told someone her secret confessions.
“He, well, he allowed me to touch myself while he did the same. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear the hitch in his voice the moment he loosened himself from his pants. Daddy told me before he explored my body, he wanted me to learn how to do it first. A girl should always know the places that warm her the most. At first it felt like electricity when I touched the smoothness. God, so silky smooth and warm. He tasted me from my fingers and growled like a beast,” she giggled.
Her soft whimpers drove his mind wild. He wouldn’t touch himself, not yet at least. It was the mind fuck that made Brian crave this dirty girl. Knowing she was inches away from him and touching what would soon be his sent waves of pleasure through his body. The moment she offered her fingers to him, every thought left his body. She tasted like honey before it had been spun. Pure, rich, and decadent. She was his hive and he was the little bee that craved her sweet nectar.
Lost in her own body, Adinna shook the moment her phone rang. Instinct forcing her to grab it, she answered without thinking.
“Princess, are you being a good girl for daddy?”
In the middle of it all, her own father felt the need to call. Did he know what was pleasing another man? A good daddy always knows when a well-trained baby girl is doing what she was born to do.
Her legs opened a bit more, fingers feathering over her slickened mound, Adinna held back a whimper, and whispered her hidden filth in only a code he would know.
“Of course, Daddy. I am always a good girl for you,” she giggled.
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