Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

True Beloved

"There's a small chance it's there, Daddy," I said. "I'm dirty. There's a chance he could get in. Even. I. I want to be honest. I'm. I'm dirty. Riko. she. She. she, too. she put her finger in, Daddy. I'm dirty. I'm dirty. He must have come in. Dirty. I'm dirty...!"

I'm hysterical, but Daddy's quiet. He just squatted in front of my wheelchair. Looking up, looking at me deeply. Tears were back on his face.

"Whatever happens to you I won't feel the slightest disgust" Daddy said after I shut up because of his tears. "I'm not disgusted, Kejora. You want me to prove it?"

My God, Daddy took me to the bathroom. He took me and sat me down next to the sink.

"Dad's? Want what?"

"You proved it to you."

"Daddy...."

"Shut up!"

"But, Dad...."

"Shut up! Okay well? According me!"

Chequek!

After closing the bathroom door, she took off all her clothes, as well as mine. The patient's clothes he threw on the hanger, while the others scattered on the floor.

"I don't want to force you, or not understand your condition, your wound, your psyche, or even your mentality. Not at all. I just want to show you that I'm not disgusted. You are my wife, and forever will be like that. You understand that, Kejora? Understand, right?"

I was silent, still sobbing.

"I'll prove. I'll prove you believe."

Daddy knelt down, he opened my leg interval, then he buried his face and lips in me. I'm moved. Really moved. Without disgust, he charmed me with his sincerity.

After he stood back in front of me, he looked at me deeply, still crying, he cupped my face with both hands and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm not disgusted at you, Kejora. I love you" he whispered, holding me with one hand, while the other hand turned.

I felt it, felt it enter. It was full in my chamber, immersing itself perfectly, then it moved slowly. Making love -- making love without hurting.

"I love you, Kejora. Ilove you...."

Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Gibran Aditama. You're an amazing husband. I love you so much.

I'm moved. He's my true lover. The best life friend.

"Nobody's sick, right? I didn't hurt you?"

I'm shaking. No one hurts because of Daddy's touch. Physically, the only pain is my legs and head, and my body is a little linu because of the impact several times. But, deep in my soul, my heart aches. This is what it feels like to make love with a nano-nano feeling. There is a sweet, bitter but grateful pain. I was lucky to be loved by a very loving, loving adult man like Gibran Aditama.

We hugged, which felt like it was the warmest and tightest hug between us.

"Don't feel dirty anymore. You can be holy with me. Yea? I love you." His gaze was so deep, tears could not even disguise the depth of love implied there, within his eyes. The love he only showed me.

I nodded, then hugged her again. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you." Thank you."

"Em, there's no point in discussing this continuously. It's night anyway. Let me help you clean up. I mean, I'll help you take a shower first."

I'm shaking. "Daddy go first, and then help me."

Somewhat complicated to clean my body, my foot bandage can not get wet, as well as my hand that is attached to the infusion, also my hair that must be fixed to the clasp. The wound on my head was also bandaged. But Daddy can do everything patiently.