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written by Seamless at on 15.05. at 21:52:41 - as answer to: Re: Renee by Dep >>>>It's really an odd feeling isn't it? That feeling of arousal and guilt? When I worked in a comic-book store this girl of about thirteen came in with her two male friends. While they looked at comics, she perused our rack of movie-posters, which was made of steel tubing. one of the tubes (horizontal) lay at just above the height of the young lady's crotch. I noticed this at one point because I had happened to look over just as she had hopped up onto it, placing the bar (where it bent at the corner,) right on her danger zone, and had began slowly grinding herself against it! She was still leafing through the posters, but her hips were working that rack like tomorrow wasn't coming! Sure I stared, but it was this bizarre combination of sexual excitement and plain ol' fascination. WHY was a young girl masturbating on my poster rack? She noticed me looking and stopped, an embarrassed smile on her face. I can't think about that incident without wondering what kind of impression it made on her! Is she still humping store fixtures?-Depon--I have a great memory of my childhood. Lots of details. And I remember seeing both boys and girls now and then "fiddling" with themselves in elementary school. It's an odd point in puberty. On the one hand, the body calls out for sexual gratification, and yet the boy or girl is too young for anything beyond masturbation. Well, at least in my day it was too young. I hear of 10 year olds having intercourse these days. Sick! Back in my elementary school days, I would sit in German class listening to the teacher, but gazing at the tights clad legs of the girl a few seats up and over from me. She'd take her foot from out of her low heeled shoe and twirl her toes around the bottom desk support. I'd get a "woody" and start gradually humping the desk. Then I would start falling behind in the class. I'd be a page behind. If the teacher called on me, I'd be screwed. The excitement would build. And then the teacher would call out my name. I was so nervous from being unprepared (deliberately), I'd cream my pants, stammer a bit as I feverishly tried to get my bearings, and then try to answer. Oddly enough I would be OK 75% of the time. Other times, she'd give me this look of disappoinment and call on someone else. Then I'd have to go to the little boys room before the next class to clean up before my naughtiness began to show through! I was a sick kid, eh? ;-) ~Seamless~ Answers to this message: |
