I'm pretty daddy?

I'm pretty, daddy? I asked my father while he was kissing his new girlfriend. He didn't look at me.

My dad was a womanizer, who loved big breasts and booties. Most of his girlfriends were looking rather sluthy, and I was back then just a chubby girl who wanted his attention.

How do I look, dad? I asked my father while wearing red lipstick and a tight dress. He didn't looked at me as he was busy kissing his girlfriend.

When I became a teenager, I started working out... and starving to look like his girlfriends. Every men turned to look at me except my father.

I took naked pictures of me, and sent them to many guys for them to tell me I was pretty, and stopped asking my father if I was beautiful. He was always with a different woman.

I turned 18 and threw a party at his house. One of his friends came with a gift, and I decided to sleep with him. He told me I was pretty, and I fell in love with him. But he was married, and I was just a game.

With my big belly, pregnant of 6 months from his friend, I asked my dad again if I was pretty. He told me I was a sluth, so young and already pregnant.

When he told me that, I smiled and cried. "Then now I am as pretty as your girlfriends" I replied. He slapped me and kicked me out of the house. And his friend didn't want to see me.

Am I pretty? I asked my baby, which was blue in my arms, not breathing. And then, just then, when it was already late for me... I realized I had been pretty all my life, but my dad knew nothing about inner beauty. That was the reason he never told me how beautiful I was. Was, as I stopped being.

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