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Here is where the tears spill from my unblinking eyes. Here is where he kisses them away &I feel this "sick" growing faster & wider in my stomach when I feel his tongue on my face. It is warm and wet & rough almost like sandpaper, almost like a cat's tongue, disappearing my tears, his hot breath melting my skin. Here is where my mind forgets to be in my body when he lays me down all soft like and pushes up my clothes, and his rough soft kisses run down my face, my neck. His touch is strange, like stroking burned skin that's lost it's feeling. When his tongue reaches my chest and swirls there, I go limp and I think of Fred, my green teddy bear with his fluorescent fur. When the string on my sweats is loosened and lowered, & I feel sandpapery skin touching the center of me so gently it's grotesque, I think of the Little Mermaid & Hayley & pumpkin spice pancakes in the morning. I remember and hold on to her voice and the purple and pink abstract painting she painted for me. I hold on.

2006-08-18 15:57:07 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Social Science Psychology

6 answers

Both of my sisters went through a similar ordeal. It cost me plenty, but I put a stop to it. I wish I had been there to stick up for you. God bless you.

2006-08-18 16:10:05 · answer #1 · answered by Elwood Blues 6 · 0 0

And the question is?

Get some help darlin....... I mean that.

Wow! I keep coming back and reading this....I mean if this is for real and all. I feel really strange like I want to compliment you on the writing skills but that somehow doesn't seem appropriate...considering the subject matter.
I'm concerned. And I'm a stranger.
Are you wanting help?

2006-08-18 16:03:57 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Hmmmmmmmm.........
A father who falls for his own flesh and blood... and you're actually a victim of a familial taboo. You somehow consented it as you just let it happen.... thinking it as an assurance of comfort... the kind of comfort you longed for... although you're partly aware it's wrong, but you rather allowed it to happen fearing both as to lose the comfort and the hurt that might occur yet again that will break his promise of not inflicting it on you.
Come to your senses and report the abuse. Otherwise it will likely to happen again. Or do you actually seek for it to happen again?

2006-08-19 07:06:25 · answer #3 · answered by Mike N. D 3 · 0 0

You really love him.

2006-08-18 16:07:42 · answer #4 · answered by curious 4 · 0 0

what is going on?

2006-08-18 16:04:06 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

wtf? wtf is that kind of question?

2006-08-18 16:02:24 · answer #6 · answered by fukuoka 4 · 0 0

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