When I was four years old, at preschool, a man pulled me into the closet and kissed me in the dark. It excited me.

When I was eight, the neighbor began to "groom" me by very slowly seducing me. At first he showed interest in me and it excited me because I wanted to be touched. I would sit on his lap and watch tv in the afternoons. It started slowly, he would caress my leg and rub on me, talking softly. Seducing me.

I was just a little girl and he wanted me. He would take it farther and farther each day. He kissed me, fondled me, played with me. He brought me along beautifully so I totally enjoyed the attention. I liked it.

This went on for a few years until he was penetrating me. I was maybe 10. I was always aware that I was young and that this was secret, and not normal but I wanted it and I liked it. At night at home, in bed, I would think about him and play with myself, wishing he was there.

As I got older I wanted that grooming process and the feelings of being taken advantage of by a grown man. I want edto be m****ted. I wanted it to happen to me.

I want to be brought along, be taught, be m****ted. I want to be used for a grown man,s pleasure. I want a grown man to crawl into my child's bed when I sleep and fondle me. I want him to masturbate and squirt his cum on me.

I want his attention and love while he does it. I want him to be imaginative and come up with things I have never thought of like I see on the internet.

Anyhow that's my confession.

Jane