Unveiled Secrets: My Daughter's Journey

After my release from serving a ten year prison sentence for rape, my daughter seeks to find out how I could have done such a thing. We talk - and I show her.

This was not a conversation I had been looking forward to. Claire had never come to see me in prison and I'd rather got the impression that she'd disowned me as her father. In a way, this came as something of a relief since my brutal rape of a random woman I'd picked up in a bar was never going to be easy to explain away.

How could I justify such behaviour to the child who loved and trusted me so well? And how could I have possibly thought about that? No, estrangement from Claire was what I deserved and so I simply forced myself on her up some dark alleyway when she suggested a cuddle and a snog. Well, it was in the course of an amorous cuddle that I gave one of the woman's voluminous boobs a squeeze and that's when all Hell broke loose. Cathy, that was her name, she was a Housewife who desperately needed a night away staring at a TV screen in the company of a husband who appeared to have lost the knack of both romance and conversation. She'd told him she was going to Bingo with a female friend, but that was a lie. She just wanted to talk with someone who'd listen and pay her some attention. She had welcomed the attention I'd paid her so far but my grabbing of a mammary proved to be a step too far. She shouted "No" and knocked my hand away. Her shout alarmed me and her violent response angered me. Cathy was already in my arms and the overall softness of her body had already aroused me so I started to give her a good maul all over; arse and tits mostly. She started calling me a filthy pervert, which was for me a relief as I'd been expecting ear-piercing screams. In my semidrunken state and I'd say we were both in that condition, Cathy called me a pervert having raped her. I heard what she said - "I never meant to do anything." How could I justify such behaviour to the child who loved and trusted me so well? We're you gagging for the feel of a different cunt embracing your cock?

Well, it was in the course of an amorous cuddle that I gave one of the woman's voluminous boobs a squeeze and that's when all Hell broke loose. Cathy, that was her name, she was a Housewife who desperately needed a night away staring at a TV screen in the company of a husband who appeared to have lost the knack of both romance and conversation. She'd told him she was going to Bingo with a female friend, but that was a lie. She just wanted to talk with someone who'd listen and pay her some attention. She had welcomed the attention I'd paid her so far but my grabbing of a mammary proved to be a step too far.

She started calling me a pervert having raped her. I heard what she said - "I never meant to do anything." How could I justify such behaviour to the child who loved and trusted me so well? We're you gagging for the feel of a different cunt embracing your cock?

This was my fault, my mistake, my mistake. I couldn't come up with an answer, she merely called me a pervert, that's all. That is how we ended our day in the bar, both of us equally irritated and demoralized.

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