Today started out with a Good Morning from daddy so it was a good start. Daddy even helped me pick out an outfit for a birthday party I was going to later in the day. I slipped into that outfit with pride and confidence that I haven’t felt in a long while. The funny thing is I picked that same outfit earlier, before I had the thought to let daddy help me so when he picked it out it was like it confirmed how in sync we were. So the time came for the party. I entered happy, confident, carefree and a social butterfly which is not me normally but the longer daddy is in my life the happier I am because he teaches me how to love myself and that I am worthy of love. Daddy helps me find a confidence I never knew I had. So I enjoyed myself but that quickly changed. You see I was offered a motorcycle ride with an older 60 something male who at the time was intoxicated and I did not know. I excitedly accepted because I love riding on motorcycles. I trusted this man I’ve known him for like 7-8 years so I had no reason to worry. He’s also my lifelines husband. I was wrong. I wish I had never climbed on that bike. I had on a dress but shorts on underneath so no problem right? Wrong. The first 30 seconds were fine but that quickly changed. As soon as we hit the road he automatically said now don’t touch my penis. At first I thought he was joking and just aggravating me but no he just kept repeating himself and pushing back against my chest wiggling to feel my chest against his back while telling me how hard I was making him. He then stated he could feel my hot pussy against him as he continued to push back into me and wiggle. I tried my best to close my legs. I repeatedly told him I wasn’t doing anything. He eventually asked me if I wanted to feel how hard I was making him I quickly rejected the offer and said I’m good. He proceeded to tell me how it was a shame we didn’t have a blanket so he could take me into a cave and have sex with me. The whole time I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. I mean I was on the back of a bike what was I going to do. He even said my husband didn’t know what he had and if he couldn’t give it to me to let him know and he would gladly give it to me. This whole ordeal was about 15 mins. I thought it would never end. As soon as we returned and we stopped I hopped off the bike and texted daddy and told him what happened. I told his wife as well. So I entered happy and left feeling disgusted and violated. I know it may seem small to others but for me it was a huge deal. You see I’ve been molested on several occasions and I am scared of most men. So for me to trust one takes a lot and for someone to do that breaks me. Questions keep running through my head. Why does this keep happening? Is it my fault? What am I doing wrong? I know I’m the victim and it’s not my fault but it still leaves me feeling dirty. *deep breath* Somehow I have to move past this but how? I don’t know where to begin.
5 years ago. October 28, 2019 at 2:36 AM
