FFF - Unbroken

Hands, rough but gentle, slide over my knee and I'm back in high school again, a nervous boy feeling me up in the sunshine of a cut afternoon class. I shudder and he stops and becomes old again. "Am I going too fast?" he asks me softly.

"No, just remembering." The fingers slide up again and I stay in the moment this time, reaching down to hold his work-toughened skin against my bare thigh.

"Nervous?"

"It's been a long time."

"I've loved you for longer."

Down slips the fragile scrap of lace protecting my deepest secret. I can hear the voices condemn me to Hell and I refuse to listen this time, refuse to push him away. A tear escapes my eye and then his hand is on me, on the fluttering heat of my... no. No. I no longer have to live that way. I no longer have to fear men's hands.

"It's lovely," he says kindly as his fingers spread me. "Were you afraid I'd be able to tell?"

"A little," I try to say, then sob with relief.

"Baby, you're beautiful no matter what," he sighs into my ear as his fingers go to work.

I believe him. Dear God, I believe him and the ache inside me fades into pleasure. "Oh Daddy," I whisper as it overcomes me.

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I'm not sure where this one came from. I'm also not sure I have that much to say about it. It could be about a number of things, I guess. I started thinking about it in one way, and then with a few tweaks it became more vague, or more universal maybe? Hopefully it speaks to something in you, regardless of what.

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