I Can't Shake Being A Little Girl With My Husband

I was an incoming freshman in college and I met this guy the first week I was there. He was older, a grad student, but he was nice and told me about the school, places to go and everything. He showed me around, and took me to eat at this off campus place. He took me to his apartment, and I lost my virginity. A part of me I didn't know about came out and I became clingy, so clingy. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't control it. I also became his college girlfriend, mostly living with him, and doing all the girlfriend things. And sex, we had sex all the time.

He was a guy who could talk to anyone, and I got jealous. Hanging onto his hand like a five year old. I let him dress me. Like a five year old. I let him bathe me, like a five year old. I called him Papa, like a five year old. He said it was ok if it made me feel good. Well it felt good and I continued with it. It didn't go unnoticed either. Not from his friends, or from my roommate and the new friends I was making. I said it was like having a big brother.

I wasn't five, I was eighteen and I was well proportioned. I was 'all woman', only my behavior wasn't. Around others I was mature for my age, and I became the RA at my dorm for my sophomore year. But Papa came, and I melted, and with a silly grin on my face, I held onto him. I don't know how many times he had sex with me, a whole lot because all he had to do was put his hand on my chest and hold me down, and my legs sprung apart. I fully admit it, I liked him having sex with me, and twice was better than once. I liked being all naked, and holding my arm round his neck asking him 'Papa do you love me'. 'Of course, dear, Papa loves you'.

I went to grad school, after we got married. He was working so I had only school and the house to worry about. I was twenty three years old and I hung on him, like a five year old. If I wasn't hanging on his arm, I was leaning against him. I slept in a twister around him, I ran to him, when I saw him. I was aware of what I was doing, but unable to control it. "Papa, Papa" I yelled and ran into his arms.

Well now he is a real Papa with two kids and we all call him Papa. I'm too heavy for him to toss into the air, because that's what he does with his daughter. But if he could, he would, and I would squeal like my daughter.