dear molested diary,
i know when you get molested you are supposed to feel dumpy about yourself and like shit afterwards. but honestly, i don't feel that way and prolly the only reason i feel any guilt at all is because i don't feel dumpy or like shit- i feel the opposite- i liked it and i cant wait for it to happen again. and i know it will. and prolly pretty quick too. i really fought him off- but it did no good and it never does. he is much stronger and determined. he holds me down the same way everytime he does it. it always makes me laugh at first, rendering me powerless, which is when he takes complete control and usually that is when he puts his mouth over mine and steals the kiss. i can do nothing but fight for air as he simply devours the whole inside of my mouth and it seems if i haven't brushed my teeth this will cause him to engage in deeper tongue thrusting. by the time he is finished- i am blue in the face and gasping. becky is standing next to me completely devastated at the results and ready to assist in resuscitation. and the grump- he walks away proud- until i get my wits back enough to kick him swiftly across his ass and happily wait for him to return for seconds.
i know when you get molested you are supposed to feel dumpy about yourself and like shit afterwards. but honestly, i don't feel that way and prolly the only reason i feel any guilt at all is because i don't feel dumpy or like shit- i feel the opposite- i liked it and i cant wait for it to happen again. and i know it will. and prolly pretty quick too. i really fought him off- but it did no good and it never does. he is much stronger and determined. he holds me down the same way everytime he does it. it always makes me laugh at first, rendering me powerless, which is when he takes complete control and usually that is when he puts his mouth over mine and steals the kiss. i can do nothing but fight for air as he simply devours the whole inside of my mouth and it seems if i haven't brushed my teeth this will cause him to engage in deeper tongue thrusting. by the time he is finished- i am blue in the face and gasping. becky is standing next to me completely devastated at the results and ready to assist in resuscitation. and the grump- he walks away proud- until i get my wits back enough to kick him swiftly across his ass and happily wait for him to return for seconds.