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When I Was A Kid
You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet?

Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now.

Important note: This section is not for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings will be deleted immediately you sick twisted fuck.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 31

    I remember a time in my early teens. In the darkened movies, a kid in the row in front was beating off ferociously, oblivious to those around him. I recall his moans when he came. The idea stuck and I pulled out my tool and flogged it, looking around to see if anyone was watching. This became a bit habitual and one day, I had selected the middle of a row in the back of the theater, a kid, somewhat younger than me, sat immediately next to me in an empty row so I automatically wondered what was up.

    He opened his trousers, took out his penis and joined me, wanking. After a few minutes his head flew down on me and he took as much cock into his mouth as possible, it seemed to me. He sucked, licked and tried to swallow my cock, bobbing his head up and down with stunning speed. At first I was a bit startled then I let it happen. Noticing that he had a fairly impressive erection, I reached down and wanked him while he sucked me. I knew absolutely that this kid was not new to this activity, while I was. For a moment or two I had a yearning to suck him off but for some reason did not. He came while I wanked him and I fired my load into his mouth as be continued to lick and suck hard.

    He held my cock up and took my balls into his mouth and massaged them with his tongue. I watched him at his serious work, wondering where this very young boy had learned all of this.

    In ensuing weeks I met with him and we often flogged on each other with him sucking my tool. At some point my schedule changed and I could not go to the movies for some time. When I finally went back, he was not there so that was it. The experience was a one time thing and I never had a gay visitation again. The gay lifestyle, however, became a known factor to me from that one relationship, even though I did not partake of it.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 30

    We grew up in a semi-rural area of town. We lived in a large house, old but large, with one bathroom and four bedrooms. I was the boy and I had three sisters. I lived a life of both being waited on hand and foot by my mother and sisters and being sissified. My sisters dressed me. From the youngest age I preferred to wear their panties to wearing my underwear. I sat down to pee and my sister showed me how to wipe, front to back.

    My middle sister, she was three years older than me, liked my penis. She liked to touch it, play with it and she liked to suck it. When I was six and seven, in the first and second grade, she would give me these very intense erections and suck on me real hard until I had to pee. Except that I didn't pee, I was having dry ejaculations. I was around nine when I had my first wet ejaculation. After that I had ejaculations on a regular basis and she learned that I wasn't peeing on her, or in her mouth. It was around then that she got me to having sex with her. That is when my oldest sister stopped her.

    In the sixth grade I got caught at school one day with my sister's panties on. I went to the boys room, and instead of going into a stall, I pulled my pants down and my panties to release my penis to pee and the boy beside me saw that I was wearing panties. The word got around all over the school, my parents were called in and they asked me why I was wearing my sister's panties. I had to stop wearing panties to school.

    In college I could buy my own panties, I went shopping and would tell the sales clerk that they were for my sister and yes my sister was a largish girl. I wore panties in college. On one date with a rural girl from a similar upbringing we got to talking about growing up and I confessed to her that my sister would suck my penis and she had me fuck her, but that our older sister put a stop to it. She asked me if I missed having my sister suck me and she suggested that I ask my sister to suck me now that we were older.

    I took her advise and on the next time home I asked my sister, who was a first year teacher at the time, to suck me. She sucked me and she got on me and we had sex. It was like a dam breaking, nothing stopped us, she was living in a small apartment and we had sex every day that I was there. When it was time to go back to college she told me that we both knew that what we did was really bad and I needed to find a girlfriend and she needed to find a boyfriend. She sucked me one more time and told me it was the last time.

    I went to the girl at college, the one I had told about me and my sister, and told her what my sister said and asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. I fucked her that night. I was wearing my panties, which made her laugh. She sucked me and asked me if she was doing it right. We became regular fuck buddies and we went out together, we started dating seriously only a year after we had become fuck buddies. There was no mystery. She was a tart, a slut with me, and she liked it, any hole, any time. She said she had grown up on a farm too, but she didn't have a brother to get her started.

    My sister, well all three of them, found boyfriends and they married off one after the other. I took my girlfriend to all three weddings, by then she was buying me my panties and she bought me special panties for the special occasions. She liked to get me real tight translucent affairs, so she could see the sausage being made. That was her expression for giving me an erection with her hands or sucking me through the panty material. One day she told me that we should get married and get it over with. We went down to the justice of the peace and got married. We later got married with all the trimmings, but we had been married for a year by then.

    She and my sister are good friends. They both know that they both know about my panty thing, and my sister's loving upbringing of me. My wife from time to time will tell my sister that she should have let my wife have my virginity, but of course we didn't know my wife at the time. And my sister's answer is that I had her virginity too, and her husband got a used car and not a new one.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 44

    I was with a friend and we were at the park talking. It was right after lunch and we saw this man walk by and then he whispered at us from the bushes. He was masturbating. He stood there with his pants around his ankles masturbating. We watched until he squirted his stuff out. He pulled his pants back up and said thank you ladies and disappeared into the bushes. We were twelve at the time in the middle of our summer vacation. It was our first sexual experience.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    I was 18 bout 130 lbs white and had just a few jo experiences with friends. I was at ballys gym after a work out sitting in the locker room in my white briefs on the bench. 25ish dude walked up with a towel on from showers and his locked was right above mine. I looked up at him as he reached in and noticed how chiseled he was . he began to kind of notice me looking at him as he opened his towel and backed up a step still pretty close though and proceeded to dry his hair with it. While he did that I took the opportunity to gaze at his cock which was fairly long cut and really thick with just a semi going. I kinda locked on so as he finished drying his hair and moved to dry other areas he began looking at me. I was only marginally aware of it as he began to dry his cock and balls which made him more erect, as i continued to stare at his cock and big hanging balls he stepped in closed and began to slowly stroke his meat right in my face. I didn't know what to do cause i never gave head before ,i started kissing his muscular hairy thighs while reaching around to grope his rock hard ass. I eventually made my way to his balls and kissed and licked them till he quivered and I had not even made it to his cock before he stiffened up and shot cum all over the place. after he came i put my face up against his cock and kissed the head really pressing into it when some more cum oozed out onto my my face close to my mouth we heard foot steps and broke it up ,felt awkward so I dressed and left , my first almost blowjob lol

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 20

    I'm not sure about putting this out here, but it might make me feel a little better.
    My uncle used to get off with me on his lap.

    Whenever my parents went dancing or to the movies, I'd have to stay with a babysitter. Anyway, I remember she stopped coming over. I found out years later that she had gotten pregnant.

    So sometimes I'd have to stay with my uncle (on mom's side). He lived close by.
    I remember he smoked pot and drank beer in front of me.

    Well, at first, it was fine. I would sleep in the back bedroom and he would stay up until my parents came home.
    One night he let me watch a scary movie and I couldn't sleep. I thought someone was going to get me or something.
    He said I could watch TV with him for a while. I sat with him on the couch for about an hour until I couldn't keep my eyes open. He said to sit on his lap and he would take care of me while I rested.

    It was some time later that my eyes came open. The volume was really low and there was a naked lady and guy on TV and they were really going at it. To make matters worse, my uncle was slowly rocking me forward and backward against himself. The movement was barely noticeable, but the stiffness in his crotch was hard to miss. When I cleared my throat, he suddenly changed the channel and picked me up and carried me off to the back room. He didn't stay or anything. He just pretended that nothing happened.

    I'm not sure how long it was, but as soon as I was over again, he insisted that we watch scary movies. The pattern repeated. That time he picked me up and tried to sit down with me facing him in his lap. I just said it was uncomfortable. It was too because he was already hard. It wouldn't go very far, but he started wearing old sweatpants with nothing underneath. I remember feeling everything moving down there. It was rolling around under me until it went soft. I didn't even move. I could feel my heart beating hard. I knew what he was doing, but I felt a little bit like it wasn't a big deal. Kind of like having a secret.

    He moved farther away and got married. I moved on and really didn't think much about it until I saw him a few years back. It was as if he didn't even remember me.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 28

    As far as I know I became a ward of the government at a very young age. I was in three different foster homes from my earliest years and although I became curious about my parents I was never able to find out anything. In two out of three of those foster homes were neurotics. One of the things was open sexuality by the parents and something inside me rebelled. I was forced to become sexually engaged with them and I never liked it.

    The final place I went to live in was o.k. and normal. The man was a retired marine colonel and his wife was decent. He suggested I call him dad and I did. They finally adopted me. I never told him what I faced in the two earlier homes. They could not afford to send me to college so I joined the Navy right out of high school. After four years I got out and went to college. At first, I majored in psychology to go on to graduate school and become a clinical psychologist in order to fight the kind of victimization I faced as a young boy in sick foster homes.

    As I grew older I realized that I wanted to just forget all of my painful childhood.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 49

    Sorry for such a long story. It was an experience I remember like it was last week and also one I'll never forget.
    When I was 14 and my friend Danny was 16 I used to sleep over at his house maybe once a week. We were best friends growing up and lived across the street from each other. He had a sleeper sofa in the living room that was uncomfortable but a decent size. On this particular night we watched a VHS tape of the movie Flashdance and marvelled in the hotness of that chick in the movie over and over in slow-mo. Danny had already gotten into bed, but I was fixated on the dancing chick on the TV and her little bodysuit swaying in slow motion that I had to take care of something before I could fall asleep. I sat in a chair next to the sleeper sofa and started to masturbate. At this point I was so horny I didn't care what Danny thought and I must've made a little more noise that I realized. Danny woke up, sat up on the bed and "caught" me masturbating in the chair next to the couch. I was a little nervous letting him see what I was doing, but I wanted him to catch me. He looked right at my dick, didn't say anything and went back to bed. I turned the TV off and followed a couple minutes later, not knowing if he was still going to say anything about it.
    It was pretty damn quiet in that bed. I laid there for probably 10 minutes and not a peep out of either of us. I laid there and quietly rubbed my dick which was still hard. I asked him if he was still awake and he didn't answer. He had his back turned to me and was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. I had on a t-shirt and shorts. I can't explain what the hell I was thinking, but I touched my fingertips to his back and lightly ran my hand up and down. I felt such a rush! I was unsure and nervous and scared all at the same time, still not knowing exactly why I was touching my best friend in his sleep. I did this for less than a minute and whispered to him "Does that feel good?". There's no way to put in words the feeling I got when he replied, and he said YES! Holy shit... My heart is pounding. My emotions are all over the place. Panic, relief, satisfaction, and my dick is so hard right now I could pound nails with it. I lifted the back of his shirt up and did the same to his bare skin for a couple minutes.
    Treading lightly, I slid over right behind him, reached around and lifted up the front of his shirt and lightly slid my fingertips all over his chest. I know he could feel my dick stabbing him in the rear, sweatpants or not, but he didn't complain. He seemed to be very comfortable. After a couple more minutes, I told him to lay on his back and I continued to scratch his chest. With my left hand I slowly touch myself and feel that an orgasm could come at a moment's notice. Yeah, it's that hot in here. I move in a little closer and now my bare penis is rubbing off the side of his sweatpants. I've never felt anything like this before. My mind is racing, my heart is racing. What the fuck am I doing? My dick is rubbing on my best friend's pants, My hand is fondling his bare skin - on a sleeper sofa in his living room - after he saw me jerking off in the chair... and only one single word out of him in the last hour. WTF?
    Where is this heading? What was the point of all this? Why did I touch my best friend in his sleep? Fuck it, I keep lightly scratching his chest and then move on down to his legs. I'm not sure he could even feel it with his pants on, but I didn't care, I did it anyway. It was like I felt in control, yet I was making him feel good. While still touching his legs and moving back up to his chest, I nonchalantly swept my hand over his dick and couldn't believe it - it was hard and pointing straight up toward his chest! Wow, he was really enjoying this I guess. My heart was beating FAST. My hand goes back up to his chest, then back down to his legs, then back up again, each time rubbing over his really hard cock. Finally, I said fuck it and on the way back up or down (I forget), I grabbed his cock through his pants and rubbed him for about a minute and decided he needs to take his pants off because I REALLY WANT TO SUCK HIS COCK. I actually said to him to take his pants off and he doesn't say a word. He gets up, goes into the bathroom and comes back in a pair of boxers. He gets back in bed and I am as nervous as I've ever been. He's on his back and I start doing the leg rubbing thing again, then move up to his chest. Before I get to his chest I brush over his cock and now I can really feel it through his thin shorts. Up to the chest, then back down and - oh fuck yeah! He has the boxers with the trap door. I reach in with a finger and touch it. I have never touched anybody else's private parts before. Ok, we're done with the back/chest/leg touching thing. It's all about the cock now. I can't really see it well because it's dark, but the more I touch it, the more I want to suck on it. It's bigger than mine. My heart is pounding. I reach in and pull it out the trap door. Holy shit, I can't believe I'm doing this. My hand is wrapped around my best friend's bare cock and I'm pulling it out of his shorts! I can't tell if Danny is watching me or if he's pretending to be asleep. He's laying totally still. I know he never did this with anyone before now. I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. I want to suck his dick so bad, but i don't know if he's on the same page or if he just thinks it's ok that I jerk him off. What if I go for it and he calls me a faggot and kicks me out of his house, or beats me up, or pees in my mouth? What if he really is asleep and wakes up with his cock in my mouth and freaks out? I laid next to him and pondered the possible outcomes. I reached back over and took his cock in my hand. I explored with my hand for a minute, checking to see if his stuff is the same as my stuff. I stroked him for maybe a minute, but couldn't control myself any longer. I sat up in the bed and repositioned myself onto my knees, then lowered my lips onto the head of his cock. Fuck, was I nervous. Licked my lips and stuck it in my mouth again. Oh my God. What a feeling. It felt bigger in my mouth than I thought it would. The head felt spongy and super soft. I went up and down real slow a few times, trying to see how much of it I could suck. I figured out that I could wrap my hand around the base of his cock and still have enough to suck without gagging.
    It was at this point I was finally starting to get comfortable. My dick is still hard as a rock and my shorts were still on for some reason. Hmmm, Danny's cock is still looking out the boxers trap door too. I tore both our shorts off in about 4 seconds.
    With all the jostling around to get his shorts off, I had reassurance that he was awake and loving every second of this. I knelt beside him in the bed and positioned my lips over his cock once again. His hard cock lays on his stomach so I decided to lick it all over. It was neat to explore it this way, because I could feel things with my tongue like the outline of his head and the shape and size of his balls. He had one of those urethral channels running under the bottom side of his cock that was so thick and pronounced, when I sucked him, my saliva would run down both sides of it.
    I spread my knees apart, took his hand and introduced it to my cock. Again, never have I had someone else's hand on my cock. What a feeling that was. He knew right away what to do. He got a good grip and stroked me, causing my mouth to suck on his cock again. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing but it just felt so good. I then realized that my dick was feeling real good and since Danny had a mouth around his, that his was probably feeling better. What if he cums in my mouth? Is he going to say something? He hasn't said two words since he caught me jerking off. Ok, at least I'm prepared now that it could happen.
    So, I'm sucking Danny's 16 year old cock and he's got my cock in his hand. I'm licking it like a popsicle and stroking it and licking his balls. I think I'm a pro now. Danny puts his hand behind my head and pushes his cock into my throat. Wasn't ready for that, and I gag. But I find that I can suck him a little deeper now that I know my limit. So I do. I also apply some suction and I can feel his head swell in my mouth. Wow, this is getting really good. I'm really starting to get into this cock sucking thing and I am really enjoying it. I think Danny is liking it too. In fact, I'm enjoying it so much that I had to pull my cock out of his hand because there would have been cum all over every wall in the livingroom in 10 seconds flat. Holy shit, that was close!
    I position myself at the bottom of the bed and move up between his legs. His cock looks a lot bigger from down here. I lick up his balls, then up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth. It feels better in my mouth at this angle than it did from the side. I realize that I can move my tongue with his cock in my mouth, so I move my tongue from side to side as he's sliding in and out of my mouth. I seal my lips tight and pull some suction so I can feel his head swell up again. Now I'm really getting into this, sucking a little deeper and faster. I'm starting to make moaning noises now, and so is Danny. More suction. Danny starts moving his hips and is fucking my mouth. I almost gag. More tongue. More suction. He's moaning more and more while he fucks my mouth. He thrusts faster and faster. The bed is making noise. He lets out a sigh and I feel his cock swell bigger that before with each thrust. I could feel his cum filling up my mouth. He's still fucking me and he's still cumming in my mouth. I swallow as much as i can while he's going in and out of my mouth and I feel more cum around my tongue. His thrusts get weaker and slower. I continue to suck him for another 30 seconds or so, still with his cum in my mouth. I release his cock from my grip and swallow the last of his load. He is silent. I lick the last of his cum off his cock and lick my saliva off his balls.
    Honestly, I don't think I would have enjoyed sucking his cock so much if I had an orgasm first. I'm glad he caught me jerking off in the chair. Otherwise, I might not have had my first mouthful of cum that night- or ever. Yes, I'm 14, and I'm still hard as a rock.
    My turn!
    Danny turned away when I stuck my cock in his face, but is still willing to give me a hand. That's ok. This all happened so fast. I didn't mind. I laid next to him and took his right hand. He knew what to do from there. He was doing a good job. He knew just where to position his hand. He only jerked me off for maybe a minute. I was already jacked up and ready to blow. He could tell when I was getting close by the increasingly frequent moaning and heavy breathing. I was in awe. This kid was jerking me off and I could just lay there and enjoy it. And it was fucking good. I raised my hips as he jerked faster. I felt like I was cumming even before I had an orgasm. That point of no return was something I'll never forget. The feeling of euphoria got higher and higher, more than ever before. My best friend was bringing me to an orgasm. With one last thrust of my hips, the first stream of thin cum shot completely over my head and onto the rug. The next few streams pelted me in the face and hair. With 8 or 9 powerful blasts, I was a fucking mess. I had to wipe my face on the sheets. I had to wash my shirt in the bathroom sink. I can say without hesitation, 35 years later, that that was probably the most powerful orgasm I ever had.
    Over the next year and a half I sucked his cock at least 4 times a week- in various beds, in front of open windows, the garage, the backyard, at the woods- swallowing every drop of his cum every single time.
    We then went on with our lives, got jobs, married our wives and had children, and hadn't seen each other since. Maybe we'll run into each other again someday and pick up where we left off.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 28

    I was sixteen when my mother and her boyfriend walked in unexpectedly. I was on the couch doing my toenails, except I was topless with only my panties on. My mom threw a dishtowel at me and told me to cover up. The dishtowel was way too small and either he saw my boobs or my panties. I stood up, gave the dishtowel back to my mom and walked back to my room and got a tshirt, put it on and went back to the couch to finish my nails. I could see my hard nipples against the tshirt, and my panties were a bright color between my legs.

    My mother's boyfriend sat at the kitchen table but he stared the entire time. I watched him, we stared at each other. I took the tshirt off and sat there topless letting him stare at my boobs. I stood up and took my panties off and let him stare at me naked before turning and going back into my room to get dressed for dinner.

    My mom followed me and told me to keep my hands off her boyfriend. If I wanted to be a whore I needed to find another man. At the dinner table I didn't wear a bra. I asked him if he ever thought about me when he fucked my mom. My mom was beyond mad, she screamed at me and told me to go to my room. I took my top off and told him he knew where I was and that he was welcome anytime.

    I don't know why I behaved like that, it was a one time only thing. She gave him strict instructions to keep his hands off so he never did have sex with me. But the ice was broken and I liked being topless in the house and he got the benefit of it.

    Surprisingly, the whole thing got me and my mom closer. She came to the realization that I wasn't ten years old any more. We had the talk, one of many talks, and she took me to the doctor and she got me on the pill. I didn't need the pill for another year when I did the deed with a boyfriend from school.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 35

    About 22 years ago, when I was around 13, we still lived in a two bedroom house and my sister, Nina, then 15, and I shared the same bedroom. On some weekends Uncle Mike, mom's older brother, stayed with us Saturday nights, sleeping downstairs on the couch. I clearly recall Uncle Mike sneaking into the room to Nina's bed. She would either be on her stomach or turn to be on it and put her pillow under her hips moving her fanny up for his better access. I had no idea how or when this all began. In the room, lit only by moonlight and/or street lamps outside, Uncle Mike slid his long cock into Nina and quietly fucked her. Once in a while she would moan and/or whisper something to him. I seem to recall her almost inaudibly, saying, "oooohhhh, good, good, Uncle Mike..."

    Each time before his orgasm, he would pull his wet cock out of Nina's vagina and slip it into her anus, then he would ejaculate inside her and moan, pulsating streams into her. I could see his hips jerking away with his cock buried inside her. I kept my eyes mostly closed and feigned sleep but I was wide awake and aghast at the goings on. That did not prevent me from becoming sexually excited. Uncle Mike did not visit us every week but he managed to fuck Nina each night he was downstairs, supposedly sleeping on the couch. Once in a while he would come twice in the night and fuck her. Once in a while, I noticed he was still erect as he sneaked out.

    In the ensuing two years or so that this was happening, Nina told me that she knew I was watching it all from under my blanket. She said that I could do what Uncle Mike was doing if I wanted to but I never responded. There was, like, a "forbidden" rule on it and my lust did not rise above that so I never fucked my sister. I did masturbate a lot to my memories of watching her raise her butt for Uncle Mike and then watching him pump her, usually for between five an ten minutes until he came in her. Then, he would sneak out of the room.

    Sometimes, after he left, I could tell that Nina was masturbating under her blanket, to finish herself off. Even today I remember her invitation and am tempted to call her but she lives 3,000 miles away and is married with two kids. Uncle Mike did her from age 15 to around 17 then changed jobs and moved away. She told me more than once that she loved it when Uncle Mike fucked her and she always looked forward to it.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 35

    Reading some of these posts reminds me of my first affair, other than a quickie with some horny girl in the parking lot. The lady was 16 and a thorough jock as well as a geek in school. We all called her "Rocky" for reasons I do not know but it fit her. She was popular but I never saw her out on a date. I assumed it was because she had a larger nose than most, an aquiline nose that I thought gave her en exotic look. We were opposites. I was already (at 17) 6'3" and she was just over five feet, around 5'2". While I had a muscular physique I sucked badly in game sports and limited myself to track and field, avoiding all ball games. She was tops at everything.

    My friends called her "Beaky" behind her back, a term, I felt, of derision and I told my friends to stop it even before I asked Rocky out. In truth, while Rocky was not a face model for makeup, she had a fantastic little body and I was amazed that none of my friends could see that. She had a wide smile and smiled a lot but it did not help her face at all to smile. For weeks, I chatted her up in the sports fields, hanging out, then I ased her out and she was more than ready to go out with a non-jock but who at least looked like a jock.

    Quite frankly, after we dated and began to have a lot of great sex, we began to fall in love with each other. I told her that was how I felt and she said, "Me too, great, isn't it?". Rocky and I had a lot of sex in her car, in the parking lot and we began to get a reputation for fucking in the lot throughout the day, an exaggeration, of course, but we did it a lot. I loved her large nose and I thought it made her look exotic. Our favorite position almost in front of the crowds was her straddling me, It looked like we were just sitting, spooning but I was deep into her. She would move slowly and we savored the subtle approach to fucking.

    Upon graduation, she went to her mother's Alma Mater, an upscale women's college connected to a large university and I joined the Navy reserves and applied for active duty so I could have the GI Bill. I had no idea what to study back then but I could not afford Rocky's lifestyle at all. We parted and wrote and called but I did not see her for close to a year. After that, she invited me to her home for Thanksgiving and said, "I'll have a surprise for you."

    My excitement to see her crashed like a giant wave on a lonely shoreline. She answered the door and to my astonishment, she had her great nose bobbed. She looked different and I was crestfallen. I did not tell her how it impacted on on me but I felt that my Rocky was gone, somehow. Within a year, our contacts turned to vapor and she became a footnote for me. I imagined with her more normal face she no longer had an empty datebook.


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