Straight Female / 24
I Love Being Delicious
In a girls only group I confessed to having first had sex at 14. The attacks I got, to reveal by who, to charge him with sexual abuse. Of course they, three other girls, are so pure to have never been touched by an icky male. I was unaware until that night that I was with liars and too good for you types.
In any event, when I was 14 my parents had a friend, he was an art dealer. And what he liked more than anything was delicious girls. At fourteen I was delicious to him. Those hugs of his, those kisses of his, his whispers asking if I liked my titties, if my pussy was sweaty. Up until he actually got his dick in me, I loved being hugged and kissed on the lips. The day he just couldn't put me down, we were at my family's lake house.
It was delicious, for him and me. I know he was just talking, but when he was in me, thrusting, sweating, going for gold, he held my head and staring hard into my eyes, he told me I had the most delicious pussy he had ever tried.
My parents knew but didn't know. There were questions, where was I going with him, admonitions to be careful. The most telling thing was my doctor prescribing birth control to regulate my periods. For a while, while I grew older I was the most delicious he ever had, but out there some girl came along, more delicious than me.
He is my parents' friend. He guided me through college. He helped me get this job. When I need to talk he is always there for me. His kiss is still a delicious kiss, his hugs more delicious than I can describe, but there is this one girl who is more delicious than me. So, I've had to move on, into the arms of my current lover, a poet, a lyricist, a recording artist that likes young women around. It feels good to be delicious for him.
In any event, when I was 14 my parents had a friend, he was an art dealer. And what he liked more than anything was delicious girls. At fourteen I was delicious to him. Those hugs of his, those kisses of his, his whispers asking if I liked my titties, if my pussy was sweaty. Up until he actually got his dick in me, I loved being hugged and kissed on the lips. The day he just couldn't put me down, we were at my family's lake house.
It was delicious, for him and me. I know he was just talking, but when he was in me, thrusting, sweating, going for gold, he held my head and staring hard into my eyes, he told me I had the most delicious pussy he had ever tried.
My parents knew but didn't know. There were questions, where was I going with him, admonitions to be careful. The most telling thing was my doctor prescribing birth control to regulate my periods. For a while, while I grew older I was the most delicious he ever had, but out there some girl came along, more delicious than me.
He is my parents' friend. He guided me through college. He helped me get this job. When I need to talk he is always there for me. His kiss is still a delicious kiss, his hugs more delicious than I can describe, but there is this one girl who is more delicious than me. So, I've had to move on, into the arms of my current lover, a poet, a lyricist, a recording artist that likes young women around. It feels good to be delicious for him.
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