Dad,
I miss you so much. Ever sense I moved away I haven’t looked at life the same way…
I know we used to fight a lot, but I’m ready to forgive you for everything. I used to only be able to think about how you would yell and scream and break things but now all I can think about it the way that your arms felt wrapped around me when we’d hug, the way you’d call me sweetie or sweetheart when you asked about my day, the way you called me beautiful and said I could be a professional model if I really wanted to… Those moments when you were so sweet and gentle with me are etched in my brain forever, I think about them all the time.
I especially miss your back massages. You always knew exactly where the right spots were to make me feel so relaxed. I’ve never felt safer. To this day I’ve never had such good massages. I can never trust anyones hands the way I trust yours…
I wish you’d give me one of those massages again. I need to relax and your hands are the only thing that can give me relief… you haven’t given me a massage in years tho… now that I’m a bit older I guess you think it’d be inappropriate. I guess I see why you’d think that… I’ll admit I have had some inappropriate thoughts while reminiscing on it… but we shouldn’t let that stop us. I would be on my best behavior for you I promise.
I just miss you dad. I need to feel that you still love me. Do you still love me?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rl7wq3/an_open_letter_to_my_dad_inc_fd