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Lillycane said:

May as well get dirty before getting clean, right?

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Lillycane said:

May as well get dirty before getting clean, right?

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Lillycane said:

You don't have to stop washing your hands, Daddy, I'm just getting ready for my shower. You could maybe stop staring, though!

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Lillycane said:

May as well get dirty before getting clean, right?

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Lillycane said:

There's something about walking home alone in the middle of the night that makes me feel...

vulnerable.

Not because that's when the monsters come out, but because that's when I feel most visible. I can hide in the daytime, blend in with the crowd. But there's no one else around at 2 in the morning. Well that's not true.

Couples fighting, grabbing at one another, kissing and stumbling. A knight in shining armour (Adidas for the modern), dropping down to offer a piggy back to the princess too drunk to walk in those heels. Gripping onto her thighs a little too eagerly. Patience is a virtue and passion is sinful, I don't have to question what side of the coin those two landed on last night.

Groups of guys, chanting and cheering, fighting to be the loudest. Hollering at me across the sidewalk, lewd comments about my milkshake and my white t shirt. Any other self respected girl would roll her eyes, increase her pace, head held high. Which is what I did.

But I also thrust my chest out further, swayed my hips slower, sipped from my milkshake and then licked my lips after.

Wanting to be both, to be the good girl who is worth MORE than a less than sober cat call. To be the slut who grins and hikes up her skirt to show off that she's not wearing any panties. To be safe and sound in my own bed in my pajamas, cuddling my cat. To be whining and dripping in someones bed that I was never meant to feel underneath my bare back with hands touching me that I've never seen before. I want to be both.

Vulnerable in the way that makes me question myself. What do I WANT. Why do I want it. Will I ever experience it? What if I do and I can't stop at one time, three times, one hundred times. If I'm like this now, what will I be like then? Insatiable, depraved, needy, hungry, selfish. Like how I am now only worse? Better?

I don't know. But I want it.

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Lillycane said:

You don't have to stop washing your hands, Daddy, I'm just getting ready for my shower. You could maybe stop staring, though!

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

May as well get dirty before getting clean, right?

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I stopped feeling scared but became increasingly confused. Maybe he was just watching out for me? Or was he just simply watching.

My mind and heart raced to find an explanation, any sort of reason to shoo away the truth blinking me in the eye. That's when I ducked, as silly as that sounds, out of view of the camera and the confusion held behind it. I felt safer on the floor, more in control of myself.

But is that what I wanted? To be safe? To be in control? Of course not.

I already knew the answers to those questions, but did he? Could he tell from watching me at my most secure, when I'm home alone dancing around my apartment. Singing and sighing over the touches I've never felt, the desire to be more more more just for him. Better, better, better. Needing to be the best, to be his. His little girl, dancing and singing just for him. If he wanted her to model, why not strike a pose.

So that's what I did.

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Lillycane said:

I stopped feeling scared but became increasingly confused. Maybe he was just watching out for me? Or was he just simply watching.

My mind and heart raced to find an explanation, any sort of reason to shoo away the truth blinking me in the eye. That's when I ducked, as silly as that sounds, out of view of the camera and the confusion held behind it. I felt safer on the floor, more in control of myself.

But is that what I wanted? To be safe? To be in control? Of course not.

I already knew the answers to those questions, but did he? Could he tell from watching me at my most secure, when I'm home alone dancing around my apartment. Singing and sighing over the touches I've never felt, the desire to be more more more just for him. Better, better, better. Needing to be the best, to be his. His little girl, dancing and singing just for him. If he wanted her to model, why not strike a pose.

So that's what I did.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I was cleaning up earlier when I saw this strange little red light from my bookshelf. After taking a closer look, it was obvious that the tiny blinking red light was coming from a camera hidden in between my books.

At first I felt paralyzed by fear, uncertainty. Did someone break in to put that there? How long has it been there? Are they watching me now, am I in any danger because of my descovery? Scared irrational thinking that made my lungs deflate, my knees wobble, and my pussy clench.

So did someone break in? I don't think so, nothing's been smashed in and the only other set of keys are my Dads....

And suddenly I stopped feeling all that scared.

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Lillycane said:

I stopped feeling scared but became increasingly confused. Maybe he was just watching out for me? Or was he just simply watching.

My mind and heart raced to find an explanation, any sort of reason to shoo away the truth blinking me in the eye. That's when I ducked, as silly as that sounds, out of view of the camera and the confusion held behind it. I felt safer on the floor, more in control of myself.

But is that what I wanted? To be safe? To be in control? Of course not.

I already knew the answers to those questions, but did he? Could he tell from watching me at my most secure, when I'm home alone dancing around my apartment. Singing and sighing over the touches I've never felt, the desire to be more more more just for him. Better, better, better. Needing to be the best, to be his. His little girl, dancing and singing just for him. If he wanted her to model, why not strike a pose.

So that's what I did.

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