Let's go then
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| + | It’s not much of a spectacle when a middle-aged man with dark tousled hair, an athletic build and two brown eyes is walking home a young girl with mirroring physical aspects. Unless of course that middle-aged man is planning to do some pretty dastardly things to that innocent little slut-to-be. | ||
| + | The two of you make it back to your flat without too many awkward glances your way. The two of you seem perfectly natural together, which helps you to get by inconspicuously. | ||
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| + | Upon entering the flat you notice her cringe in disgust at the state of the flat. She walks in cautiously, perhaps wondering if she could catch some kind of disease from the assortment of dirty laundry laying on the floor, or perhaps some of the unclean dishes lingering around the kitchen. | ||
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| + | “Sorry,” you say meekly, a little embarrassed at the state of your own living environment. | ||
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| + | “It’s fine mister, thank you for inviting me,” she says quite adorably. “But where are these lollies you were talking about?” | ||
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| + | “Oh. There’s a variety of them in a brown paper bag on the kitchen bench. I put it together myself, for a gorgeous little cupcake such as yourself.” | ||
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| + | She ducks into the kitchen and comes out a few minutes later with a large assortment of candy. She has licorice, gummies, strawberry and cream candies and even some little chocolates. She sits herself down on your bed and munches away happily at your lovingly packaged bag of sweets. You watch her closely as her lips enclose themselves around a particularly phallic looking sweet. It’s a candy banana. Normally you don’t really like them, but right now they’re pleasing you more than you could ever imagine. The very sight of a child unknowingly sucking and licking in a way that could be so terribly misconstrued turns you on so much. You want to make a move, but what? | ||
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| + | *[[tell her she's sexy]] | ||
| + | *[[walk over to the bed, and get closer to her]] | ||
| + | *[[tell her to get the hell out]] | ||
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Current revision as of 14:52, 19 June 2015
It’s not much of a spectacle when a middle-aged man with dark tousled hair, an athletic build and two brown eyes is walking home a young girl with mirroring physical aspects. Unless of course that middle-aged man is planning to do some pretty dastardly things to that innocent little slut-to-be.
The two of you make it back to your flat without too many awkward glances your way. The two of you seem perfectly natural together, which helps you to get by inconspicuously.
Upon entering the flat you notice her cringe in disgust at the state of the flat. She walks in cautiously, perhaps wondering if she could catch some kind of disease from the assortment of dirty laundry laying on the floor, or perhaps some of the unclean dishes lingering around the kitchen.
“Sorry,” you say meekly, a little embarrassed at the state of your own living environment.
“It’s fine mister, thank you for inviting me,” she says quite adorably. “But where are these lollies you were talking about?”
“Oh. There’s a variety of them in a brown paper bag on the kitchen bench. I put it together myself, for a gorgeous little cupcake such as yourself.”
She ducks into the kitchen and comes out a few minutes later with a large assortment of candy. She has licorice, gummies, strawberry and cream candies and even some little chocolates. She sits herself down on your bed and munches away happily at your lovingly packaged bag of sweets. You watch her closely as her lips enclose themselves around a particularly phallic looking sweet. It’s a candy banana. Normally you don’t really like them, but right now they’re pleasing you more than you could ever imagine. The very sight of a child unknowingly sucking and licking in a way that could be so terribly misconstrued turns you on so much. You want to make a move, but what?
