How I remember it (Mature content)

WARNING: The following work is intended for readers that are 18+ and may contain material not suitable for everyone. Those readers who might be easily offended or upset by reading sexually deviant works I suggest not read my work.


If this sounds a little off my memory is shaky and my dreams aren’t what they used to be, but what I’m about to tell you is the truth from my eyes, ears, and flesh. I remember being pulled in the room by the hand the grip seemed so light and gentle. Her touch seemed almost a caring. She laid me down on the bed has she turned around to lock the door behind us. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I trusted her. She was taking care of me and I never would have thought she would do me wrong. So I lie in her bed and she walks over to me and puts her hand on my stomach softly. “We’re gonna play a game now. It’s called sexy games, but you can’t tell anyone. Okay?” she said in the most reassuring voice I’ve ever heard. I t was so soft and comforting I couldn’t help, but nod. I didn’t understand. Who would when you’re only eight? She crawled on the bed and sat up on her knees removing her shirt. Next her hands undid her bra and tossed it across her room landing next to her closet door on top of the shirt. She kissed my forehead and got off the bed to remove her skirt and panties and there I lay confused. I look, but don’t know what to think. I remember thinking that I’ve never seen this before. I remember telling myself that I should listen to her. She was in charge of me what harm would she do. Before another thought came into my head she was removing my clothing. I wished it wasn’t happening, but it didn’t stop. My heart pounded and I wanted to squirm away. I didn’t like what I was feeling even if I didn’t know what it was or understand it. My cloths were taken off and scattered on the floor. I just froze over. Like a deer in the headlights too frightened to move. She climbed back on the bed crawled over and gently sat on top of me her hips a top of mine. She began to rock back and forth biting her lower lip trying to hide a smile. My body didn’t tense I just laid there. Why didn’t I move or run? I wanted to so bad. She gripped her breast and began to squeeze them letting herself get wet has she grinded on me. I can’t remember my reaction to it. Did I somehow become aroused? Did this somehow turn me on? I don’t know. I don’t remember. I wish I knew. I remember she moaned in delight gripping at herself harder massaging her breast that filled her own hand in a circle. I remember her dripping on me and not understanding what was happening. It took many years before I could understand that she came while she did this. She came and kept going eventually grinding her hips against mine until it hurt. She laughed and smiled her head tilted back and eyes closed. Her hair long dark blonde hair bounced wildly and freely. How could she laugh and smile and find delight. Did she take pleasure in slaughtering my innocence? Was she able to see the future destruction of my dignity and self being and somehow get off to it? Suddenly she orgasmed. Her juices spilling onto my skin. It felt like it was the last time skin felt pure. “Now put on your cloths hun and go play with Brandon” she said softly. Her brother Brandon the only one who could have been my savior stuck in his room listening to M C Hammer cranked way too loud. I did has I was told and got off the bed and dressed myself. To this day when I walked out of that door I still remember that a part of me could never leave.

Even though you've accepted your gift consider this the full instalation of your gift. See I promised you a story Bones and this is one. Keep in mind this is something that has acctually happened to me and I share with everyone... Maybe sharing this will get it out of my dreams once and for all. Thank you to everyone who has been reading my work and watching it. And a specail thank you to Bones. My special friend.