Ugh. Just had the ugliest fight with my dad again. He just doesn't get it. He thinks he can tell me who to love, who to build a future with. It's my life, my heart, my fucking choice. I cried so hard my face is all puffy and my eyes are burning. All I want is to be wrapped up in his arms, feeling his cock get hard against me, letting him fuck all this sadness and frustration right out of my pussy until I can't think about anything but how much we belong together. He's my forever. Nobody, not even my father, is going to change that. Sometimes love isn't soft and sweet; it's a raw, screaming, possessive need that owns your entire soul. And I'm not sorry for it.