By Yxonomei Ayauhteotl
'What mommy doesn't know won't hurt her,' Daddy says to me. I know this to be true. Daddies don't lie.
Daddy Usually says this while pulling up his pants or tying his bathrobe. I watch him from my bed with my aching legs and back and burning bottom. His fluid trickles down my thighs and dampens the bed along with my own.
'If mommy knew, she'd cry,' Daddy says to me. I know this to be true. Daddies don't lie.
This is something only between Daddy and me. Mommy isn't supposed to know. This is man stuff, not mommy stuff. Daddy is teaching me to be a man. He's teaching me to be grown up. Mommy wants me to be a little boy. Mommy would cry if she knew I wasn't anymore.
'Don't tell anyone else; they woudln't understand,' Daddy says to me. I know this to be true. Daddies don't lie.
Daddy doesn't want me to leave him. He wants me to be with him forever. When he holds me down on my bed and kisses my too-small mouth, he's making sure I'll always love him best. When he kisses and sucks on my hardness like a lollipop, he's telling me that he loves me best. If I told anyone how much he loves me, they would want to love me too.
'You can't tell anyone. This is our secret,' Daddy says to me. I know this to be true. Daddies don't lie.
I promise him that I'll never tell anyone as he spreads my legs, hands gripping my ankles. I'll never tell anyone how much it hurts when he pushes his hardness into me. I'll never tell anyone how good it feels when he hits this one spot. I'll never tell anyone how loudly I moan and squeak and he groans and grunts as he thrusts in and out. I'll never tell anyone how I pour forth my liquid while screaming his name, and he does the same inside of me screaming my name. And we soak my sheets and he has to take them off the bed and bring them down to the laundry room. And then I tell mommy the next morning that I wet the bed again.
This is between Daddy and me.
I love my Daddy.
