EroticReverie

Liviana Love Lacroix

After escaping, after turning it off, for just those perfect moments on Axl's lap, he lays with me on his bed , holding me in his arms. I'm still exhausted...mentally....so much so that I feel drained physically. I feel so weak. So tired...and I fall asleep in Axl's arms.

I'm ontop. His hands are on my hips. I'm only my panties. They're pulled to the side. He's inside me. His head is on my pillow. His hands move to my breasts. Nice. He says they're nice. So nice. So perky. So pretty. Daddy's girl. I'm his good girl. Secrets. I better keep them. Better not tell. He tells me it feels so good. Tell me that he loves me. Tell me I must love him too, because i'm "so wet". So wet. So wet. So tight. So tight. Daddy's girl. Secrets. Our secret. He loves me so much. He does it because he loves me so much. Dont I love him? Tell him. Tell him. I tell him. He cums inside of me.....

I'm younger...in the bath....his hand between my legs....touching....

I'm downstairs....just getting home from school....he's inside the door....his penis out...and hard...then my mouth is full....secrets....don't tell mommy....my mouth hurts and i cry. Dont tell. Good girl. I'm a good girl. 

I'm older....mom left......i sleep in his bed now....it's been a few months....im not allowed to sleep in my room anymore....i suck him....i ride him....every night.....no more secrets to keep....because my mother knows.....and doesnt care....she left me here....left me with him....

I'm fifteen......two cops....they heard what he does with me...how my father sells me....they come to the house....blackmail.....im the price for them to keep quiet....both of them....at the same time.....one in my mouth...one behind me....still in uniform.....they cum inside of me......they keep using me....i spend all afternoon on my back and bent over....while the two of them call me names....slap me and grab me and fuck me in my ass......my mouth.....my pussy again....they laugh when I cry....shut up. Secrets. Don't tell. Nobody would believe a whore anyway, they say. 

I'm fifteen....at a party....in the swamp....he's handsome...i hate men...but i dont hate him....im too young to be here......i shouldnt have left Violet at home alone...but dad is gone, and the sitter is there.....but I had to escape....i just wanted one normal night...i wanted to be a teenager....he's so handsome....he looks at me.....the way men do....but im not scared of him....others are......but im not.....i smile....so does he.....he walks over....he talks....his voice so deep....i cant stop staring....so handsome...i hate men...but i dont hate him...not at all...i dont know him...but i feel like i do....like i know he's safe....that he wouldn't hurt me....we're in a shed.....his mouth is on mine....were kissing.....he's soft.....his hands on my body like im breakable....they graze and take their time as his tongue slips into my mouth....he likes kissing me....i like kissing him.....my mind slips away....the only the thing in it...is him....his mouth...his hands....his body heat.....the sound of him breathing faster....his hands lifting me onto a table, his hand slipping up my legs...this ok?....he asks....nobody asks if its okay...they just touch....they just take....i nod...yes....yes it's okay....he's okay...i'm okay...with him....his fingers rub against my panties...he whispers to me how beautiful i am....he doesnt call me a slut....doesnt call me a whore....he says nice things.....and does nice things...really nice things, with his hands....with his fingers....they're in my panties....a finger against my clit, rubbing...slowly...im moaning, for the first time...a man touches me with permission....for the first time, im touched by someone that i want to be touching me....its good like this...its nice...he's nice...safe....this feels so good....it's dark...so he doesnt see me cry as he kisses my neck and slips his fingers inside of me.....im free....nothing else exists in this shed...in the dark..just me...just him....and the way he touches me...my tight dress is up at my hips, my legs spread, inviting him in....two fingers now....i moan louder....yes...he says....yes baby...I cry out....i cum...i cum and the world disappears....his gentle fingers, careful strokes inside of me, taking his time...not rushing...not taking.....giving....he's gentle...i'm still cumming....tears streaming down my cheeks...im so happy....theyre happy tears....because i didnt know it could feel like this......that i could like it....want it.....love it.....i want more...he kisses my neck....someone calls for him outside over the music of the party...a knock on the door that closed us in the dark....i flinch at the loud knock....it reminds me of them....knocking as if they cared about my permission to enter my room....thank you...he says....you're sweet....he whispers...kising my cheek....then he's gone....im alone in the shed.....i cry....i leave the shed when the tears stop...i look for him......he's gone.....i dont see him......i leave.....go home.....two weeks later.....i go back....another party....he's there.....he sees me....i smile, lift my hand .....go to wave....but he's already looked away from me.....when i go to walk over....he walks further away.....no......he's not supposed to do that....he's supposed to be nice to me....gentle...careful....i need him to be nice to me again....i keep going back.....he keeps ignoring me.....wont talk to me......i keep going back....he doesnt look at me anymore.....

"Hey....baby" a whisper in my ear. I'm gently shaken awake, whimpering in my sleep, waking up with tears in my eyes. 

"Liviana" he whispers. It's him. He looks at me now. He's gentle with me. He's careful. He's nice to me again. I turn into him, my arms squeezing around him. 

"hey...hey, shhh" he whispers as I cry. I hold him tight. To make sure he's real. I dig my nails into his back as I cry into his chest. His arms tighter around me. 

"shhh" he whispers. "I'm here....im right here baby"

I'm eighteen. He's here. I'm safe. They can't touch me anymore.

He gently lifts my chin, making me look at him. 

I'm eighteen. He's here. I'm safe. He looks at me now, again. He doesn't ignore me. He holds me. I'm eighteen, and I think I love him.