Diary of a Bad Girl 11: Ruined Princess

By Nicole V.

After my father saw the incriminating photos of me, I believed my life could not get any worse. I was wrong. In attempt to fix my mistake I found myself blackmailed and compelled to do the bidding of a very filthy and vile man. I could only hope I would be dirty enough for his tastes ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole V.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463633403

Nicole V.

I am a young woman (though I still act like a little girl sometimes) from Northern California. I have decided to put my sexual history out there as my own brand of "therapy" for being a sex addict. I don't believe pleasure is bad, and I am built for pleasure. My controversial non-fiction series "Diary of a Bad Girl" is now collected in paperback only and has bonus content!

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INTRODUCTION

If you remember the events of the last book, you know this one was hard to write. After all that happened to me, this is not the book I wanted to tackle, but it is important that the events be told. It is needed. It is therapeutic. I feel that after writing this I can face almost anything.

Maybe it won’t be a big deal to you. Maybe you can’t see why I had such a difficult time writing it. I understand that. It may not seem like such a big deal to some people, but to me it was huge. I never meant for my father to see me like that …

RUINED

Keith did this to me. My father was upstairs. He had woken my mother and they were arguing … loudly. I could only stare at the photos on the kitchen counter, wiping tears from my eyes. What did my father think seeing photos of his little girl sucking a dick of a man older than him? From the sound of what was going on upstairs he wasn’t happy at all.

I put the photos back into the envelope in which they had arrived. Keith was a bastard, and this was his way of getting back at me for breaking it off with him. I turned to head upstairs to my room when my father came through the kitchen. He was moving quickly and brushed off my attempts to grab his arm.

Dad!

He walked out the door without so much as looking at me. That’s when I noticed my mom standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her robe not even fastened around her body, breasts far larger than mine would ever be partially exposed to the morning.

What were you thinking? she asked. I warned you about this.

I started crying again. I know! I’m sorry! This guy, I said, shaking the envelope, is nuts or something. I can’t believe this!

My mom moved into the kitchen and took the envelope from me. She looked through the pictures. She was far more liberal than my dad when it came to my sexuality, so there were no shocked expressions upon her face. Well, at least it looks like you were having a good time. He has a nice cock, she said instead. She was trying to lighten the mood.

This isn’t the time, Mom.

She slid the photos back into the envelope. You’re right. It’s not. Your father is angry and sickened by this. She tossed the envelope back onto the counter by the sink. You fucked up this time, Nicole. You fucked up big time. I don’t know if I can make this right.

I can.

"How? How