My life growing up..… I was an only child, my dad was American, and my mom was Filipina. When I was around 11 my parents separated, and I went to live with my dad. He was a big bear of a man, (50’s) thick beard, 6 foot, 240 pounds. I was so petite just 4’ 10” 85 lbs long black hair, tied in a ponytail, taking after my Filipina mother.. After my parents separated, it seemed me and my dad became much closer. It just seemed so natural that I would kiss him on the lips and sometimes that kiss would linger. I loved to feel his arms around me, gently, caressing my back, and sometimes his hands would move lower. It made me feel so safe so loved so beautiful. I didn’t understand the feelings that were going through me, all I know is how much I loved my daddy and I would do anything to make him happy. More often than not he would find me at his bedroom door, asking if I could sleep with him because I was scared to be alone. Eventually, I started sleeping in his bed every night with his arms wrapped around me. And then our love grew into something more.
Location
California