Poems About Daddy Issues Novels & Stories

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

I make my voice like a child. "Oh .. how cute is my wife's voice. No, my daddy will save you home. Mommy's lips can numb." I smiled, thinking about Gerald's always perverted, insatiable habit. But I miss it all. "Mommy is a strong woman. How can you get numb? Even daddy will be overwhelmed." In fact, upside down, it's okay. Fills the longing in this space of my heart. "Wow... it's not backward, mommy. Mommy is this responsibility. Daddy is so horny." He is insane!

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

"Oh baby, baby, feels like I've never come before in my life. So good. So good. So good." "Daddy," she breathes against my mouth, tits shuddering, complexion rosy. Flushed. Goddess. "You're my Daddy now." Does she have father issues? Yes. Am I here to solve them? No. I'm here to bask in every piece of her. Good or bad. I'm here to make her feel right, because she is. She's perfect.

I never drank when my mind was at work, and tonight, my mind was particularly busy. My fingers drummed lightly on the polished wood, slow and methodical, as if to accompany my thoughts rhythmically. I had made many decisions in my life, most of them calculated, some cruel, but only one had ever lingered in the depths of my mind. Lucas — the son I had indulged when I should have disciplined, protected when I should have casted out. And now, my failure at parenting him well had come back to bite me hard in the ass. A bitter smile curled at the corner of my lips. Power, I had now learned, was a poor teacher when it came to raising sons.

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

And after that, it becomes a pattern. Family dinners where we sneak off to fuck in bathrooms. "Chance encounters" that turn into car sex. Late-night texts that lead to me in his bed. We're reckless and stupid and we can't stop. "This is going to blow up in our faces," I tell him one night, lying in his arms. "I know." "My mother will lose her mind." "My father will disown me." "We should end this." "We should." Neither of us moves. "What are we doing?" I ask quietly.

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

“Daddy can explain all that happened. You know that Daddy is sick too right? Daddy also has heart issues like Rosie and that day, Daddy had a breakdown. Before Daddy recovers, little Sie Sie is gone with Mommy. Daddy didn't lie, really.” Hearing her father's explanation, the child paused for a while and looked at him. He was contemplating whether to believe him or not. On one hand, she honestly wants to but on the other, she is scared that he is lying and eventually, he will leave her again. She doesn't want that as the heart of herself and her mother will not be able to take it. “I don't want to believe you.” “You should. Do you know how much Daddy misses you? Here,” he dipped his hands int