I look like a twelve yrs. old girl...

[ShiningEyes]

Now ShiningEyes...because of THAT post....you have earned a PM from I....


Prospective Personal Posters THAT right there is what you call an impression...

Shaq, I'm just honest and very open!!! I try to hold true to myself and anyone around me. I don't try to be someone I'm not. That's lying to myself and to the rest of the world!! I'll have to scan some pictures I took last night. I'm a sweet and crazy kinda gal! I'll do what I can to please!!!! All in fun of course! I'm a very fun loving person! I can't stand hanging around people that don't smile and don't enjoy laughing. I have my moods where I'm very playful and tend to tickle and joke around with the people I'm around. I used to wrestle a lot with my friends.
I am who I am and that's all your gonna get!!!! *VBS*

 

[Shaq]

Shaq, I'm just honest and very open!!! I try to hold true to myself and anyone around me. I don't try to be someone I'm not. That's lying to myself and to the rest of the world!! I'll have to scan some pictures I took last night. I'm a sweet and crazy kinda gal! I'll do what I can to please!!!! All in fun of course! I'm a very fun loving person! I can't stand hanging around people that don't smile and don't enjoy laughing. I have my moods where I'm very playful and tend to tickle and joke around with the people I'm around. I used to wrestle a lot with my friends.
I am who I am and that's all your gonna get!!!! *VBS*

You're still gonna get a PM from moi....you have intrigued me...are you up for a chat?

 

[ShiningEyes]

You're still gonna get a PM from moi....you have intrigued me...are you up for a chat?

sure...would love to chat...and i don't mind getting pms! I rather like them actually!!!

 

[Shaq]

sure...would love to chat...and i don't mind getting pms! I rather like them actually!!!

I sent you one...

 

[minnie]

Message from Minnie

I like to thank all of you for your reactions.

Maybe I didn't make my wish very clear. I'm not looking for someone who has a fantasy about having sex with a young girl.
I want a man, preferably an older man (not because they are better, but just because they turn me on), who has a pedo-fantasy.
He needs to pretend that I'm a child. I have this fantasy of being seduced by him. He wants to rub me between my legs and make me feel good. He wants to undress me, look at me and touch and kiss me on my little forbidden place... This, ofcourse, will be our secret...

Love and kisses, Minnie

 

[DevilBoy79]

Graci....hope everything is good at work and in life...tell IA81 I said hi!

oops meant Shaq, grr SHad is one of my friend in Everquest, will do bro, hope all is well for you also

 

[ken0000001]

Our secret

I am an older male and got an erection reading your post. Thanks

Ken

 

[oogieboogie]

My good little girl Minnie

*Minnie, wearing only a towel, sitting on bed crying*
"Minnie, honey whats wrong"? *entering my daughters room*
"It's my back daddy, I hurt it on the bathroom door getting out of the shower." *looking over at me with bloodshot eyes and tears running down her face*
*sitting next to her on the bed and putting my arm around her neck* "I'm so sorry to hear that pumkin, lie on your stomach and I will rub it for you."




Was this what you were looking for ??

 

[RawHumor]

Why do I think that this thread was created by a narc?

 

[minnie]

This whole thing with me started when I was about 9 years old. We had just moved to another town and next door to our new house lived this very nice older man, I think he was around 60-65 at that time since he was retired and always at home.
Within a week he became very friendly with my family and told me to call him uncle Harry. I liked going over to his place, since he had this huge handcrafted dollhouse, that he had made himself years ago for his daughter. His house was filled with pictures of this girl, who had died from tbc when she was only 11 years old. Uncle Harry lived alone since she had been an only child and his wife had left him shortly after their daughters death.
He told me how I reminded him of her, that we looked so much alike, and then he pinpointed out all the resemblances in the photo's. It was true, I could see it too: the curly hair, the shy smile, the freckles...
He told me to come over and play with the dollhouse whenever I liked, and asked me if I wanted some things added to it, since he could make everything himself, and maybe I could make some things myself too.
After a while it was a regular thing for me to go over to his place every wednesday afternoon, I sometimes brought a friend from school, and together we made more little things for the dollhouse. Whenever I was there alone, without a friend, I sat on his lap for a while. Together in his huge chair, very snug, and then he told me stories about the "people" that lived in the dollhouse. I loved uncle Harry and I loved the intimacy of his nice house, I also loved his deep voice and the way he smelled of herbal soap and mints. I liked it when he told me that I was such a special girl, and I liked the way he softly rubbed my back or stroked my legs.

After a couple of months, he had been over for dinner regularly and my parents liked him a lot, my father needed to go on a long trip for his work. My mother wanted to join him, and hoped that my grandmother would come and stay in our house to take care of me. This was al arranged, she was to come a day before my mother left but unfortunately, the day before she was expected she had a nasty fall and broke her hip.
It was decided there and then that I was to stay with uncle Harry, I could get whatever I wanted and needed from my own room nextdoor, and I should sleep in his guestroom and he would take care of me. I didn't mind this at all. I loved uncle Harry and I liked the idea of staying with him for a couple of weeks.

And so it began. The very first evening he had cooked my favorite dinner, told me a long dollhouse story, and gave me a bath. Since I was already 9 years old, I was used to taking a shower on my own every night, we didn't even have a bathtub in our house. So having a real bath with suds and foam was a real pleasure, it also was a very slippery adventure so uncle Harry supervised this.
He would run my bath, in the meantime I was to undress myself, wait till the temperature was right and then uncle Harry carefully helped me step in preventing me from slipping.
That first evening he washed my back with a soft sponge and I washed the rest myself. He told me that I really had to do a better job and took the sponge again and started to wash me all over. He made me stand up in the bathtub en sponged me firmly. On and between my legs he used his hands more than the sponge and he tickled me a bit, asking me all the time if I liked to be washed by him and did I think this was a nice feeling?

"Do you like to be washed like this Minnie?"
"Yes, uncle Harry. It tickles a little bit."
"Is it a nice tickle sweetheart?"
"Yes, uncle Harry."
"You don't mind me washing you, don't you Minnie? I know you are a big girl and that you can wash yourself, but a lot of big girls like it too when they are given a sponge bath."
"I do like it very much, uncle Harry, and I like the funny tickles too!"
"Well Minnie, let me rinse you of and let me help you step out of the tub."

He then helped me out of the tub and made me stand in front of him while he dried me with a soft towel.

"You are a beautiful girl Minnie, let me look at you... Part your legs a little, sweetheart, you always have to dry yourself well between your legs..."
"That tickles! Uncle Harry, that tickles a lot!"
"Come with me than Honey, to your room and I'll help you in your nightie."

He took me to my room and told me that I was still to wet to get dressed and toweled me dry some more. He then helped me in my nightie en panties, he sat down on my bed and pulled me on his lap. He softly stroked my legs, very high up too because I did feel his hand touching my panties. He started telling me a last bedtime story, and i felt his hand softly rubbing me.

"Do you like this minnie? Does it feel good sweetheart?"
"Yes, uncle harry."
"I want to make you feel good Minnie, very, very good... Is that okay Minnie?"
"Yes, that's okay uncle Harry..."
"Now, Minnie, you know I won't hurt you, do you? You know I love you very much, don't you? I will just make you feel good and make you happy, and you will let me touch you like this, won't you? Because this makes uncle Harry very happy too..."

I nodded and I then felt his fingers under the elastic band of my panties and softly rubbing my pussy lips. It was a very strange feeling and I felt very dreamy and cosy and relaxed.

Maybe you understand my needs a little better now...
Love,

Minnie

 

[oogieboogie]

Yea I think I do

I will get right on that. I'll be back soon.

 

[Uncle Harry luv]

Re: Yea I think I do

I will get right on that. I'll be back soon.

I'm back, new name just for you.

 

[Uncle Harry luv]

This whole thing with me started when I was about 9 years old. We had just moved to another town and next door to our new house lived this very nice older man, I think he was around 60-65 at that time since he was retired and always at home.
Within a week he became very friendly with my family and told me to call him uncle Harry. I liked going over to his place, since he had this huge handcrafted dollhouse, that he had made himself years ago for his daughter. His house was filled with pictures of this girl, who had died from tbc when she was only 11 years old. Uncle Harry lived alone since she had been an only child and his wife had left him shortly after their daughters death.
He told me how I reminded him of her, that we looked so much alike, and then he pinpointed out all the resemblances in the photo's. It was true, I could see it too: the curly hair, the shy smile, the freckles...
He told me to come over and play with the dollhouse whenever I liked, and asked me if I wanted some things added to it, since he could make everything himself, and maybe I could make some things myself too.
After a while it was a regular thing for me to go over to his place every wednesday afternoon, I sometimes brought a friend from school, and together we made more little things for the dollhouse. Whenever I was there alone, without a friend, I sat on his lap for a while. Together in his huge chair, very snug, and then he told me stories about the "people" that lived in the dollhouse. I loved uncle Harry and I loved the intimacy of his nice house, I also loved his deep voice and the way he smelled of herbal soap and mints. I liked it when he told me that I was such a special girl, and I liked the way he softly rubbed my back or stroked my legs.

After a couple of months, he had been over for dinner regularly and my parents liked him a lot, my father needed to go on a long trip for his work. My mother wanted to join him, and hoped that my grandmother would come and stay in our house to take care of me. This was al arranged, she was to come a day before my mother left but unfortunately, the day before she was expected she had a nasty fall and broke her hip.
It was decided there and then that I was to stay with uncle Harry, I could get whatever I wanted and needed from my own room nextdoor, and I should sleep in his guestroom and he would take care of me. I didn't mind this at all. I loved uncle Harry and I liked the idea of staying with him for a couple of weeks.

And so it began. The very first evening he had cooked my favorite dinner, told me a long dollhouse story, and gave me a bath. Since I was already 9 years old, I was used to taking a shower on my own every night, we didn't even have a bathtub in our house. So having a real bath with suds and foam was a real pleasure, it also was a very slippery adventure so uncle Harry supervised this.
He would run my bath, in the meantime I was to undress myself, wait till the temperature was right and then uncle Harry carefully helped me step in preventing me from slipping.
That first evening he washed my back with a soft sponge and I washed the rest myself. He told me that I really had to do a better job and took the sponge again and started to wash me all over. He made me stand up in the bathtub en sponged me firmly. On and between my legs he used his hands more than the sponge and he tickled me a bit, asking me all the time if I liked to be washed by him and did I think this was a nice feeling?

"Do you like to be washed like this Minnie?"
"Yes, uncle Harry. It tickles a little bit."
"Is it a nice tickle sweetheart?"
"Yes, uncle Harry."
"You don't mind me washing you, don't you Minnie? I know you are a big girl and that you can wash yourself, but a lot of big girls like it too when they are given a sponge bath."
"I do like it very much, uncle Harry, and I like the funny tickles too!"
"Well Minnie, let me rinse you of and let me help you step out of the tub."

He then helped me out of the tub and made me stand in front of him while he dried me with a soft towel.

"You are a beautiful girl Minnie, let me look at you... Part your legs a little, sweetheart, you always have to dry yourself well between your legs..."
"That tickles! Uncle Harry, that tickles a lot!"
"Come with me than Honey, to your room and I'll help you in your nightie."

He took me to my room and told me that I was still to wet to get dressed and toweled me dry some more. He then helped me in my nightie en panties, he sat down on my bed and pulled me on his lap. He softly stroked my legs, very high up too because I did feel his hand touching my panties. He started telling me a last bedtime story, and i felt his hand softly rubbing me.

"Do you like this minnie? Does it feel good sweetheart?"
"Yes, uncle harry."
"I want to make you feel good Minnie, very, very good... Is that okay Minnie?"
"Yes, that's okay uncle Harry..."
"Now, Minnie, you know I won't hurt you, do you? You know I love you very much, don't you? I will just make you feel good and make you happy, and you will let me touch you like this, won't you? Because this makes uncle Harry very happy too..."

I nodded and I then felt his fingers under the elastic band of my panties and softly rubbing my pussy lips. It was a very strange feeling and I felt very dreamy and cosy and relaxed.

Maybe you understand my needs a little better now...
Love,

Minnie

I continue to lightly trace the outlines of your young lips. Slowly running my fingers up and down your wet slit, you are getting very wet honey. "does this feel good Minnie"?
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", "Yes it does Harry"
Ever so slowly I start to go a little deeper until I get to you virginal clit. Slowly I start to make small circles around the swollen button.
"are you ok honey"?
"Oh yes Harry that feels so good"
"thats what I want to do, make you feel good.", "I used to make my own daughter feel good to, she would love it when I would do this"
"I love you Harry"
"I love you too Minnie"
The circles gradually become bigger. Soon I an at the entrance to your wet opening. I gently push my middle finger into the tunnel.
"Oh Harry!!" "Feel so strange"
"thats ok dear, just relax, it's suppoese to feel like that."
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh God that feels so good"
bucking and spasming you have your first orgasm.
I slowly remove my finger, and lick it.
I hold you tight and tell you I love you Minnie. Kissing your forehead.

 

[discreetasuare]

Minnie..... you sound delicious. I'm 38 and would love to play with you. I wonder how hot I could make you. I know you need a real man to take control........

 

[sauceman]

English Daddy

Hello there Minnie,

I an a 45year old English musician living in Breda. I am a nice guy and can even be romantic but when it comes to my sex fantasies at the moment they are neither nice or romantic.

I got horny immediately when I read about your little bald body in need of a firm hand maybe a little discipline and humiliation. Then
get down on all fours in front of me, while I give you athourough inspection. If I sense any wetness going on in side your panties
either by smell or poking my finger at the material it will be time to
take you across my knees for further inspection.....
let's roll play little Minnie, love Steve

If you would like to continue please send an e-mail to
shorrockus@yahoo.com

 

[areacode613]

why old guys rock

I guess at 40 I'm one of the old guys, though I don't feel or act it, but I can tell you why old guys/girls rock. Young guys are all caught up in their new toy, and think everything ends with their own dick/orgasm; older guys have had a million so thats not what pulls our train. Now winding some young thing up, specially if she is a real plain jane librarian type, till she is screaming bloddy murder, eyes rolled back, and yelling , " do me harder...do me harder" well thats what makes this old guys world go round, it's not my excitement, it's enjoying hers, then getting on that ride and adding mine on top of it so to speak. All you young guys, learn to crave that look on her face, when shes just blown away with pleasure, now theres a drug ya can just get addicted to, and if you want good sex, give great sex, all things come back to us multiplied. Thats my story and I'm stickin to it. Go check out my latest story on lit!! EXPERIENCE ROCKS!!!

 

[mbb308]

Older men, younger men - who cares, Dears. A lousy lay is a lousy lay, and a bigger dissapointment if older, because one might expect a certain experience level and be gravely mistaken.

I figured sex out one hot week in July, many years ago, while shoveling mud - a lot of mud. That week was bracketed by weekends spent with the same woman. The term she used to describe the difference was "Jeckell and Hyde". She didn't bother to tell me which was which, but she had a much better time the second weekend. I made a point to be sure - that is the difference.

All attitude is is the angle of approach. Good sex always starts in two people's minds.

 

[ShiningEyes]

Older men, younger men - who cares, Dears. A lousy lay is a lousy lay, and a bigger dissapointment if older, because one might expect a certain experience level and be gravely mistaken.

I figured sex out one hot week in July, many years ago, while shoveling mud - a lot of mud. That week was bracketed by weekends spent with the same woman. The term she used to describe the difference was "Jeckell and Hyde". She didn't bother to tell me which was which, but she had a much better time the second weekend. I made a point to be sure - that is the difference.

All attitude is is the angle of approach. Good sex always starts in two people's minds.

Would damn sure have to agree with that first statement!!!!!
Age matters not as long as you know what your doing!!!!!!

 

[mbb308]

Absolutely!!

What's wrong with the last statement??

 

[ShiningEyes]

Absolutely!!

What's wrong with the last statement??

lol there's nothing wrong it! I happen to agree with you. But still. You could have the right attitude but not know what the hell your doing!!! I've experienced this myself. And it wasn't at all fun for me!

 

[mbb308]

I would submit that the "right attitude" asks for guidance as needed. That would be the "rightness" of it. It would also be patient enough to study the subject, so to speak, and process the feedback from the moment.

Experience can be both good and bad. If I practice an error, I merely repeat the same mistakes. If I want to learn - and each of us is different - I don't repeat mistakes. I hope that separates the wonderful lover from the well-meaning goof.

 

[sauceman]

Breda

Hello Minnie,
I don't know if you saw my last message. I am 45 year old Englishman living in Breda and would love to take you in hand.

Love sauceman

waiting at : shorrockus@yahoo.com

 

[mbb308]

Minnie???

Where ARE you, Darling???

 

[oogieboogie]

Don't know......

Maybe her daddy, caught her and she got...........punished.

 

[Guest]

dominating

Hi Minnie,
You are my kind of girl. I always fantasize about young girls. Oh the things I would do to them. The things I can teach them. Feel free to e-mail me at djdjservices@bmts.com

I'm waiting little girl !!