The divorce had been very bitter. My mother ended up with custody. She moved us 800 miles away from our upper-Midwest home to one in the very rural, arid southwest. I grew up sheltered in the middle of nowhere and I longed for rescue, for adventure - to go anywhere but where I was. The opportunity for escape came when I was 17.
I was a man with a beautiful girlfriend, with whom I had great sex. I was 40, she, 28. She had a model's body, blonde hair, and blue eyes; not just any old blue but the most beautiful sky-blue eyes. I should be the happiest man on the face of the Earth, but I wasn't. I mean, I loved Dian, but someone else stole my heart and soul: Katy, Dian's daughter.
Author's Note: This story was constructed at the request of a teen reader, one of the most remarkable young girls that I ever had the pleasure of dealing with. There is no doubt in my mind that if she had wanted to, she could have written this on her own and made something that I would have been proud of to read. As it was, there are a couple of big paragraphs that she wrote at my request.
Note from the author: I'm not sure just why this story isn't that well received by my readers, my assumption is that they think it is sloppily written because of the many misspellings. In fact, the comments attributed to the girl in this story are NOT from the author's imagination, they were copied directly and pasted to this story. Point of fact: Melissa was real.
14-year-old Laura Channing had a crush on her history teacher, Leon Hackett. She never told anyone but from the time that he first came to her school two years earlier, she had dreamed of him. All of the young girls thought that he was a hunk.
Tommy Cannon was a pedophile. He had always known that he was most attracted to little girls. Ever since the time when he and a neighborhood girl and first began playing doctor, he knew that this was true. As a teen he would often baby-sit little kids to earn spending money. He would be much too scared to try anything more than just fondling them, but he knew the desire was always there.
Author's note: Below is a story that was related to me about a chance meeting during WWII that seemed like the most Romantic story I had ever heard. I have tried to write it up as heard, but perhaps have embellished it some to move it along. Both of the two individuals were underaged at the time. I have changed their names, but the story is pretty much as is. If you are looking for sexual situations or sexual scenes then you will be very disappointed.
Hi. My name is Heather and I am ten years old. I turn eleven in August. My best friend Ashley is already eleven as she had her birthday in April. I live with my Momma in a little town in East Alabama. That is, when I am not staying over with Ashley and her Dad. I am over there sort of a lot.
I love my Momma lots. It is just that I don't want to be like her when I grow up. I know she means well. It is sort of hard to put into words.
In some ways I have been very lucky. I have loved and been loved by two of the kindest, funniest, most beautiful women god has ever put on this earth. To have it happen once would be enough for any man. But to have it happen twice... I know I don't deserve it. I met my wife when we were both five years old; she lived next door to me and we were the only kids our age in the neighborhood. Beth was a beautiful, blonde, blue eyed tomboy. We were inseparable.