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I'm a long time lurker here. This is not a guilty confession, although no doubt I'll get many responses calling me names.
I'm a woman whose 40th birthday is in the near future. I neither smoke or drink, do not go to bars, and have not been on a date in twelve years. I do not have random sexual encounters with men or my own gender. I do not even gamble. In other words I am as bland a person as is humanly imaginable.
I met "Joshua" back in August. I was driving along when I sighted a curled up figure on the sidewalk. I stiopped and found a young boy crying in the rain. It seemed that his family had put him out of the car when they discovered that they didn't have enough money to feed all of them at a restaurant. I didn't believe it at first, but I would discover later it was true. When he gave me his address, I couldn't let him walk three miles in the rain back home, so I dropped him off. when we got to his house, he sat on the front porch in the rain because he had no way to get in. So of course I took him to my place. When I got him to go to the shower I saw the welts and bruises and scars on his torso. A call to Child Services got me a simple response of 'we can't comment on an open case but we will record your call'.
Joshua became a regular visitor to my home. I lived a mile away from him but he didn't mind the walk. I was appalled by his scruffy appearance and tried to clean him up and get him some less shabby clothes. By contrast, the times I saw his parents they were dressed in new clothes and well-fed. I also treated his injuries when necessary.
I don't recall when he began to spend the night, but he had his own pajamas and shower supplies and a small wardrobe at my place by the time school started. Often on the weeknights he would stay at my place. I tried once to call his parents and let him know where he would be sleeping, but as soon as I mentioned his name I got a screaming, swearing, violent tirade about how they were going to 'teach Joshua his place'. I never tried to talk to them again.
It was the end of September that I woke up at night and felt the oddest sensation. I looked down and saw Joshua sucking on my toes. When he noticed that I was awake, he screamed and ran to a corner, putting up his arms like he expected me to hit him. I could only put my arms around him and hug him and try to calm him down. Eventually I was forced to take out one of my breasts and let him suckle until he calmed down. After he relaxed I told him he hadn't done anything wrong, just to ask first.
From that point on, Joshua was sucking at my toes and fingers and nipples and earlobes. He'd lick any part of me that he could. And it didn't take long for me to copy him. He was so starved for affection and contact that he wanted yo experience my existence in every way he could. And I have to admit, I came to enjoy both giving and receiving.
It was the middle of September that the constant mutual stimulation took on a sexual overtone. Our simple nighttime caresses suddenly became either dry-humping or energetic mutual masturbation through our nightclothes. I was the pone who suggested showering together, but it was Joshua that added digital penetration and oral sex to our list of pleasures. At every step I either rationalized it or simply ignored it. Even when he performed analingus and cunnilingus on me or I performed fellatio on him I found it in myself to not think of us as lovers.
I was Halloween that turned the tide. We had our own private night, and I wore a short-skirted sexy Alice costume and he wore a Cheshire Cat costume as we handed out candy. At one point in the evening there was a lull and he had begum playing around under my skirt, and by this point in our relationship I thought nothing of it when he lowered by panties and began licking at my ass. In fact I got on my knees and leaned against the sofa to give him better access. When he put his arms around me and began rubbing his penis against my ass I understood what he was trying to do. And I understood that after all we had been through, this was the Point of No Return.
So I told him to get the vagisil moisturizer from the bathroom. He understood and applied it on my rectum and worked it inside. He entered me with no problem. It only lasted a few minutes before he climaxed but it felt marvelous. I went without panties the rest of the evening and when we showered we consummated properly.
Now that the last taboo was broken, we became lovers in earnest, and he began spending more and more time here. In the middle of December he finally stopped going home. He's been here six weeks now, still going to school. I called Child Services again this Monday and got the exact same response as last time. He's been away from home for six weeks and his parents haven't even reported him missing! Not to mention the stretches of time he spent here that apparently never got a red flag from anyone.
Technicall y I am a horrible pervert and a criminal. But Joshua is safe, well-fed, loved, attending school, and not being beaten. So what if he's in my bed and my body? So what if he'd rather play with my box rather than the XBox? He's happy here. And I must admit so am I. I had not realized how empty my emotional life had become, nor how nice it was to have a real sex life.
What are we? Lovers, I guess. In it's purest form.
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1/20/2012 at 12:40 PM
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That's Juicy! (22)
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That's Lame. (4)
— Anything Goes —I'm a long time lurker here. This is not a guilty confession, although no doubt I'll get many responses calling me names.