Dear Diary,
You'll never believe what happened to me last night! Something I've been waiting for since I was a little girl. Remember when I used to write about sneaking peeks at Daddy in the shower, and "accidentally" walking in when he and Mommy were making love? I've always been attracted to Daddy, ever since I can remember. It's not that he's a drop-dead-gorgeous man. He's pretty average; middle-aged, greying hair, a little pot belly. But there's something about him that's sexy. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Sort of.
So, I'm lying in bed last night, barely awake, when I hear my bedroom door creak. I decided to play asleep, but I opened my eyes just enough to see who had come in. I figured it'd been my mom coming in to bitch about something I forgot to do earlier that day. She's always on my case now about something or other. But it wasn't her. I could just make out the silhouette of Daddy standing in my doorway, the hall light dim behind him. I strained my eyes to focus in the dark. Daddy's pants were undone, and his hand was inside his fly. He stood in his spot for a moment before slowly creeping to my bed. I guess he didn't want to wake me. When he reached my bedside, he stopped, standing still. By this time, I could hear his labored breathing and see that his hand was slowly massaging his groin. It was all I could do to keep from gasping in surprise.
Even more surprising was when he used his free hand to cautiously pull my sheet down from the upper part of my body. It was a hot night, and I didn't wear anything to bed, so this maneuver exposed my breasts to him. The thought of this made my nipples hard, and I was hoping Daddy didn't know I was awake. I heard a soft groan from him as he drank me in.
Timidly, Daddy reached a hand forward, trailing his fingertips across my breast. His thumb and forefinger found my hard nipple, and he tweaked it gently. He had removed his other hand from inside his pants, and used it to brush my hair from my face. I had to close my eyes so he did not catch on that I was not asleep. Daddy nudged my shoulder with just enough force to roll me over onto my back. This caused the sheet to fall further away from me, showing him a bare thigh.
His hand cupped around my breast, kneading. I heard something drop to the floor, and I realized that it was his pants. He stepped closer to me. I could feel something glide across my cheek, leaving a little wet trail behind. He was breathing heavier at this time, and I knew that it was his cock against my face. My daddy's cock, the one I had wanted for so long. I felt its hardness move to my lips to settle there, and it was all I could take. My tongue snuck out from between my lips and slid against his cock. Daddy gasped and pulled away, taking a step backwards.
