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Journal — day 97
I only left Messaline three months ago, but it's amazing how many places I've visited, and how many of those places my father has been, too. It seems like everywhere I go, people talk about him, even if they don't always have nice things to say. Usually those people end up being mean to me, too, but that's okay, because I can always kick them in the nuts. (I know Dad doesn't like me hurting anyone, but it's a hard habit to break.)
I'm beginning to understand what an exciting life Dad must lead, but I don't feel much closer to understanding him.
I wish I could see him again.
Journal — day 103
Today I met a really cute boy in a skirt. I told him how nice it looked on him, but he got very stroppy with me. "It's nae a skirt, lassie," he said. "It's the manly kilt of a soldier."
A fellow soldier! I got so curious about his special uniform that I pulled part of it up to see what kind of weapons he had. He was very embarrassed — I guess I would have been too if I'd forgotten all my weapons and my knickers — but as long as I was down there, I decided to suck him off. He had such a pretty cock, after all, and he really seemed to enjoy what I was doing. Right when I stuck my finger in his arsehole, he said the only other person who'd done that was his friend, and that I did it just like him.
The compliment made me blush, but I guess I'm just an old-fashioned kind of a girl.
Journal — day 126
I met the most gorgeous woman today — tall, curly brown hair, dark eyes — so regal, almost like a queen. I'm pretty young still, and don't have much experience with girls, but Romana — beautiful name, isn't it? — said she could show me.
She pulled out a strap-on from a pocket that couldn't possibly have held something that massive, and I told her I'd only met one other person with transdimensional pockets before. That's when she told me she was a Time Lord.
Well.
Romana knows my dad, but for some reason, she doesn't want me to see him now. She said something about how I probably wouldn't recognise him, which is silly, right? I'd know him anywhere. And then she said that any relative of dad's might not be good enough for her in bed anyway.
Well.
I flipped her over onto her stomach — thank you, downloadable defence protocols — and fucked her so hard with the strap-on that she came twice before I even had a chance to try this new finger technique a blonde woman in a schoolgirl outfit taught me.
After that, Romana went down on me, licked me clean up one side and down the other, and I don't know if there's some secret Time Lord technique to giving head I still need to learn, but it was like time slowed down to a crawl when she did it; just her tongue lapping at my clit, over and over and over in circles she told me later spelled the words "Doctor's delicious daughter," and after I came so fiercely I nearly passed out, Romana said she thought Dad would be proud of me.
I told her that was a really sweet thing to say, and then I fucked her again.
Journal — day 189
Met an attractive but mouthy brunette, and an equally attractive but mouthy ginger bloke, both of whom say they know Dad. Apparently he left them behind in some pub to wait for him while he did something very daring. ("More like incredibly stupid" is what Tegan called it, but I think she was being sarcastic.) They were both bored out of their wits and didn't seem to like each other very much, but that didn't stop them from dragging me out back and taking turns with me.
Turlough was doing me up the arse while Tegan fucked me with her tiny, nimble fingers, and even through all the incredible noise we were making, I could hear Turlough gasp, "The Doctor's going to be very, very angry when he finds out about this."
"I'm looking forward to telling him all about it," Tegan said, and she smiled this wickedly cute smile, and I came in her hand.
Journal — day 213
I just had the most exhilarating wall sex of my life with this bloke. He had a gorgeous cock and knew exactly how hard I'd want him pounding into me, knew right where to put his fingers between us, and oh, the way his teeth and tongue scraped across my nipples, I'm never going to forget that.
The sad thing is, I don't think I'm ever going to see him again. I admit it, I love the bad boys, and that shaved military haircut, that leather jacket, they drove me wild. But when we tried to talk a little afterwards, and I told him about flying all over the universe to rescue people just like my dad, the Doctor, he got this really funny look on his face, made up some excuse about needing to be somewhere else, and left.
Arsehole.
Journal — day 276
Made two great new friends today, Rose and Jack. And of course, by "friends" I mean "people I fucked."
So, Jack went down on me, while I went down on Rose, and we were one happy little circle of oral fun, and in the middle of everything, Rose said, "I can't believe you're his daughter. Do you have any idea how long it took to get him to shag me? 'Cause you had your hand down my pants in about a minute and a half."
I left a couple fingers inside Rose to hold my place while I looked up at her and said, "If there's one thing I've learned from shagging Dad's exes, it's that he doesn't know what he's got 'til it's gone. So I figure, seize the moment, right?"
"Oh yes," Rose said, and she pushed my head back down so I could draw spirals around her clit with the tip of my tongue. (I'm still trying to master that technique of Romana's.) "Please feel free to seize the moment."
Journal — day 276 (later)
Dad walked in on me and Rose and Jack, which was a little embarrassing, but then he said that since he'd been separated from Rose for so long, he was used to the idea that he couldn't always have her all to himself. He also said that Jack was the friendly, sharing type, but I'd already figured that out.
I told Dad about all my adventures, though maybe not in as much detail as I've written up here, because a girl has to have some secrets, right? And I told him that being with so many of the people he'd been with had helped me understand him a little bit more.
"And what did you learn, Jenny?" he asked, and he stroked my hair down tenderly, just like a dad.
"That you're one really horny bugger," I said.
I don't think that's what he wanted to hear.