Little Girl

I'm Little Girl, a grown woman. These are my stories about me and my father. Supposedly. It's not everybody's thing but it is mine and ours. It's Us and you can read it. Maybe you'll understand me and maybe you won't. If you do, you're fucked in the head. Like us. Like a lot of people all in their own ways. And that makes me happy to think of you all straining in your brain and in your hand while you read my words. While you make them yours a while.
I just write it like I see it, feel it, say it, want it, have it, need it. You can think it however you like.

We go back and forward in time to bring you this now.

It takes a long time to produce these tomes, tongue in cheek, as every time I get so far I'm too hot to do anything but Daddy.

There is a lot for me to share, as I am a perpetual harvest of degenerate thought and filth. I am graphic and I am gross and hardcore and fucked up. And We love each other more than any other people I know, and I'm not going to be quiet about that. I will get philisophical or mushy and lovey-dovey while you dream about the next of my filthiest words.

I don't do anything I don't love doing. I do what I want.
Ride the waves with me. Get ready for the trip. You'll fuck better thinking about my stories later when you're doing it. If you're a sicko perv like me.