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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 43
My Perfect Wife
At 12 I realized I was different when I hit puberty. I didn't find girls my own age especially sexy. I would look at my seven year old sister's friends and have sexual fantasies about them. I didn't date in high school because I knew that I only found little kids attractive and that nobody would understand a 17 year old junior wanting to date a 9 year old third grader. By the time I was in college I accepted the fact that I was always going to be alone. There was no way I was ever going to try to do anything with a child. I just couldn't bring myself to touching one. It was like being a diabetic who couldn't stand eating anything but sugar. So I just poured everything I had into school and career and satisfied my sexual urges by jerking off to children's shows on TV and feeling really guilty just for that. I didn't even look for kiddie porn not just because it was illegal but because somewhere a child would have had to be someone's victim in order for that kind of porn to be made. I wanted no part of that.
I was so distraught and so filled with self loathing and frustration that I had even discussed castration with my doctor as an option and she insisted that there were other ways of dealing with sexual frustration. I didn't dare tell her that I was only attracted to small children. Where I lived if you said that to a doctor you'd end up locked up somewhere as a "danger to society." I wasn't a danger to anyone except my self and in fact had contemplated suicide. On just one occasion in my late twenties a girl had been flirting with me and I told her I could not date her and after a lot of probing on her part I finally confessed why I didn't want to date her and she suggested that suicide was a good option for me as it would, in her opinion, be of great benefit to society. Then she made several suggestions on the most agonizing way I could accomplish that since anyone who was attracted to kids deserves to suffer. Like I needed to feel any more guilty about my desires.
A decade went by and I had learned to cope and just made sure I avoided all activities that would bring me to near contact with children. While I knew I had the strength to avoid actually touching a child, I didn't want anyone to catch me looking the wrong way at one which would not happen if I didn't get close enough to see any. In fact it had been a few years since I'd even seen a child in person at that point.
Then one day when I was 39 it happened. It was 3:00 A.M. and I was doing my laundry at the all night laundromat and I was reading the paper while waiting for my washer to finish when I heard the voice of a little angel say "Hey cutie, I haven't seen you here before." I looked up and saw the absolute most gorgeous and beautiful little girl in the world. She was around seven years old, had incredibly beautiful long blond curly hair in pigtails down to her knees and a dress that looked like it was designed specifically to make little girls look innocent, wholesome and sexy all at the same time. She had the most radiant smile.
My first thought wasn't about her though but was to escape from the laundromat before her parents see me talking to their little temptress. I stuttered out a lame and unintelligible response and wondered if I had enough clean clothes at home to get by if I skipped drying what I had in the washer so I could just leave.
"Oops! I'll be right back I forgot something in my car..." she said to me before skipping out the door. I watched as she pulled keys out of her purse and clicked the button to open her door. She came back in with her bleach and went about putting her clothes in the washer. She giggled and smiled at me again while I just stared in disbelief. I kept looking around for her parents wondering why a little 7 year old girl was out by herself doing laundry at 3:00 A.M. and how she got a driver's license at that age. I was so taken back by her ethereal beauty that a lot of things related to logic had not yet clicked.
"There all set" she said as she pushed the button to start her washer. She skipped over to me swishing her pigtails back and forth then hopped up into the chair right next to me (we were the only ones at the laundromat and there were 30 empty chairs). She struck up a conversation with me and it was finally dawning on me that she could not possibly be as young as she looked. She was just about barely three and a half feet tall, slender with delicate features. She looked like a perfectly normal seven year old girl. She flirted with me constantly but I didn't return the flirting having long ago conditioned myself to be as cold and aloof around children as possible. She was having none of that.
Finally she asked why I seemed so unfriendly and finally I had to confess. I told her it was because I was a padofile and understood if she felt uncomfortable around me and I would just get my laundry and go and profusely apologized for being an evil monster. She then did what would change my life forever. She reached out and put her hand on mine and said "Don't leave. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone nice who wants to have sex with me BECAUSE of the way I look instead of DESPITE the way I look? I'm glad you're a padofile. It means I wouldn't have to worry about you cheating on me plus I get to indulge in my own perverted sexual fantasies, that is if you want to."
I sat there stunned. I was afraid to ask what those perverted fantasies are but I didn't have to as she went on to tell me about her obsession with being Daddy's naughty little slut. She told me about liking to pretend she was a first grader and she got bad grades and how Daddy liked to punish her naked with a spanking then mulest her all over.
Well long story short she asked me out on a date, I was still too nervous to work up the courage to ask her. I was 39 and had never been on a date before. She was 19 and working her way through nursing school. Well I was certainly old enough to be her Daddy.
I went to her door to pick her up and she answered the door wearing the most seductive school girl uniform I had ever seen. It was the exact same uniform she wore when she attended a catholic elementary school except she had hemmed the skirt up to half length. Her hair of course was in pigtails, her usual hair style. She wore some sort of perfume that made her smell like a freshly bathed toddler. We went to a fast food restaurant where I bought her a kids meal (at her request) then I took her to a children's movie (at her request) and mulested her throughout the feature (at her suggestion) and I took her home where I got her ready for bed stripping her naked and putting a little kid's nightie on her and tucked her in and read her a dirty story (all at her suggestion) and then kissed her good night on the mouth. At that point she invited me to take off my clothes and climb into bed with her and we had a tickle fight under the covers and finally she said to me "Daddy, are you going to put your pee pee in my pee pee and make me a mommy?"
And that is how we both lost our virginity together. We were married 6 months later and have beautiful twin boys, one named after me and one named after her father. Her family loves me, even better she loves me and exactly the way I am evil desires and all and my mom is finally off my case about getting married.
I should note that my wife has a rare form of dwarfism where she simply stopped developing externally at around the age of seven. She has not grown an inch since and only gained about five pounds since age seven except when she was pregnant. She is completely flat chested except for her big puffy nipples and has almost no body hair and what little she has is a thin wisp of blond down between the legs. She only grew breasts while pregnant to an A cup and shrunk back down completely flat within a year after our sons were born. She is proportionally identical to a seven year old girl so she completely and perfectly fulfills my desire to have sex with a child. She thinks up an infinite number of roll playing games and scenarios usually with me being Daddy and her being a naughty little girl. She has her school uniform (my favorite) and a cheerleader uniform, a girl scout uniform and a fairy princess costume and lots of what would be called Lolita costumes she orders from Japan because she can't find anyone locally that makes the really innocent sexy looking ones I like.
Oh I forgot, when she had the twins she had a c-section to preserve her vagina in a little girl like state and she has had cosmetic surgery to remove the stretch marks. Her scar on her belly is just barely visible now.
I absolutely adore my wife and worship the ground she walks on. When nobody is around I treat her like my little princess. Our bedroom is set up and designed to look like a seven year old girl's bedroom with everything pink and such which only adds to the fun. We are an absolute perfect match for each other. Plus despite the fact that she's 23 she gets kids discounts on everything every where we go.
I've stopped feeling guilty about my desires. As my wife puts it "god made us for each other, he made me to appeal to your desire to have sex with small children and he made you to appeal to my desire to have sex with my Daddy." I'm also no longer afraid of going out and being around families. I only have eyes for my wife. And I don't have to be afraid of her cheating on me, she has no breasts and that pretty much eliminates her from most guy's menu and she is terrified of large penises and mine is only four inches long and an inch thick and just barely fits if we use lots of lube.
I was so distraught and so filled with self loathing and frustration that I had even discussed castration with my doctor as an option and she insisted that there were other ways of dealing with sexual frustration. I didn't dare tell her that I was only attracted to small children. Where I lived if you said that to a doctor you'd end up locked up somewhere as a "danger to society." I wasn't a danger to anyone except my self and in fact had contemplated suicide. On just one occasion in my late twenties a girl had been flirting with me and I told her I could not date her and after a lot of probing on her part I finally confessed why I didn't want to date her and she suggested that suicide was a good option for me as it would, in her opinion, be of great benefit to society. Then she made several suggestions on the most agonizing way I could accomplish that since anyone who was attracted to kids deserves to suffer. Like I needed to feel any more guilty about my desires.
A decade went by and I had learned to cope and just made sure I avoided all activities that would bring me to near contact with children. While I knew I had the strength to avoid actually touching a child, I didn't want anyone to catch me looking the wrong way at one which would not happen if I didn't get close enough to see any. In fact it had been a few years since I'd even seen a child in person at that point.
Then one day when I was 39 it happened. It was 3:00 A.M. and I was doing my laundry at the all night laundromat and I was reading the paper while waiting for my washer to finish when I heard the voice of a little angel say "Hey cutie, I haven't seen you here before." I looked up and saw the absolute most gorgeous and beautiful little girl in the world. She was around seven years old, had incredibly beautiful long blond curly hair in pigtails down to her knees and a dress that looked like it was designed specifically to make little girls look innocent, wholesome and sexy all at the same time. She had the most radiant smile.
My first thought wasn't about her though but was to escape from the laundromat before her parents see me talking to their little temptress. I stuttered out a lame and unintelligible response and wondered if I had enough clean clothes at home to get by if I skipped drying what I had in the washer so I could just leave.
"Oops! I'll be right back I forgot something in my car..." she said to me before skipping out the door. I watched as she pulled keys out of her purse and clicked the button to open her door. She came back in with her bleach and went about putting her clothes in the washer. She giggled and smiled at me again while I just stared in disbelief. I kept looking around for her parents wondering why a little 7 year old girl was out by herself doing laundry at 3:00 A.M. and how she got a driver's license at that age. I was so taken back by her ethereal beauty that a lot of things related to logic had not yet clicked.
"There all set" she said as she pushed the button to start her washer. She skipped over to me swishing her pigtails back and forth then hopped up into the chair right next to me (we were the only ones at the laundromat and there were 30 empty chairs). She struck up a conversation with me and it was finally dawning on me that she could not possibly be as young as she looked. She was just about barely three and a half feet tall, slender with delicate features. She looked like a perfectly normal seven year old girl. She flirted with me constantly but I didn't return the flirting having long ago conditioned myself to be as cold and aloof around children as possible. She was having none of that.
Finally she asked why I seemed so unfriendly and finally I had to confess. I told her it was because I was a padofile and understood if she felt uncomfortable around me and I would just get my laundry and go and profusely apologized for being an evil monster. She then did what would change my life forever. She reached out and put her hand on mine and said "Don't leave. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone nice who wants to have sex with me BECAUSE of the way I look instead of DESPITE the way I look? I'm glad you're a padofile. It means I wouldn't have to worry about you cheating on me plus I get to indulge in my own perverted sexual fantasies, that is if you want to."
I sat there stunned. I was afraid to ask what those perverted fantasies are but I didn't have to as she went on to tell me about her obsession with being Daddy's naughty little slut. She told me about liking to pretend she was a first grader and she got bad grades and how Daddy liked to punish her naked with a spanking then mulest her all over.
Well long story short she asked me out on a date, I was still too nervous to work up the courage to ask her. I was 39 and had never been on a date before. She was 19 and working her way through nursing school. Well I was certainly old enough to be her Daddy.
I went to her door to pick her up and she answered the door wearing the most seductive school girl uniform I had ever seen. It was the exact same uniform she wore when she attended a catholic elementary school except she had hemmed the skirt up to half length. Her hair of course was in pigtails, her usual hair style. She wore some sort of perfume that made her smell like a freshly bathed toddler. We went to a fast food restaurant where I bought her a kids meal (at her request) then I took her to a children's movie (at her request) and mulested her throughout the feature (at her suggestion) and I took her home where I got her ready for bed stripping her naked and putting a little kid's nightie on her and tucked her in and read her a dirty story (all at her suggestion) and then kissed her good night on the mouth. At that point she invited me to take off my clothes and climb into bed with her and we had a tickle fight under the covers and finally she said to me "Daddy, are you going to put your pee pee in my pee pee and make me a mommy?"
And that is how we both lost our virginity together. We were married 6 months later and have beautiful twin boys, one named after me and one named after her father. Her family loves me, even better she loves me and exactly the way I am evil desires and all and my mom is finally off my case about getting married.
I should note that my wife has a rare form of dwarfism where she simply stopped developing externally at around the age of seven. She has not grown an inch since and only gained about five pounds since age seven except when she was pregnant. She is completely flat chested except for her big puffy nipples and has almost no body hair and what little she has is a thin wisp of blond down between the legs. She only grew breasts while pregnant to an A cup and shrunk back down completely flat within a year after our sons were born. She is proportionally identical to a seven year old girl so she completely and perfectly fulfills my desire to have sex with a child. She thinks up an infinite number of roll playing games and scenarios usually with me being Daddy and her being a naughty little girl. She has her school uniform (my favorite) and a cheerleader uniform, a girl scout uniform and a fairy princess costume and lots of what would be called Lolita costumes she orders from Japan because she can't find anyone locally that makes the really innocent sexy looking ones I like.
Oh I forgot, when she had the twins she had a c-section to preserve her vagina in a little girl like state and she has had cosmetic surgery to remove the stretch marks. Her scar on her belly is just barely visible now.
I absolutely adore my wife and worship the ground she walks on. When nobody is around I treat her like my little princess. Our bedroom is set up and designed to look like a seven year old girl's bedroom with everything pink and such which only adds to the fun. We are an absolute perfect match for each other. Plus despite the fact that she's 23 she gets kids discounts on everything every where we go.
I've stopped feeling guilty about my desires. As my wife puts it "god made us for each other, he made me to appeal to your desire to have sex with small children and he made you to appeal to my desire to have sex with my Daddy." I'm also no longer afraid of going out and being around families. I only have eyes for my wife. And I don't have to be afraid of her cheating on me, she has no breasts and that pretty much eliminates her from most guy's menu and she is terrified of large penises and mine is only four inches long and an inch thick and just barely fits if we use lots of lube.
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