I remember being a kid was not so bad but wasn't great. Constantly staying with my grandmother who I love so much. She always called me her
Munneca , "doll",in Spanish . I also remember that as a young girl ,the ages 10-12 I had this constant urge to touch someone ,kiss their lips, daydream stuff like that. Behind my grandmother's home trailer lived a girl who I became really good friends with . I can't exactly remember her name. I really liked her not only did I thought great things about our friendship and how much we laugh together but how I wanted to play with her. No I had fantasies . I,m not sure why I let myself or would think that way. I sometimes wonder if people are born this way just how lady gaga always says. When no one would be home me and my friend were hanging out in the room alone,no supervision . I was pretty independent already my grandma trusted me . I made my own sandwiches or cereal simple things here and there. I grabbed her hand and took her inside my room . I said hey let's play together but only if u really know how to. It is like she knew or would sense me what I wanted to do. She stare into my eyes giving me this aggressive tense look. But not a scary one, I pulled her closer and I made out with her. Things went quick I liked touching her hips and just feeling the powerful lips she kiss me with and with a slimy tongue . We stop for a minute and I told her If she was comfortable with me and if she really did wanted to continue to play more. Because we did more than just a kiss. No way I don't just want a kiss I want more. You might think how can a child this age do those things or feel disgusted. Let me tell you something idk how or how my complexity of my brain work. But I do suggest to not read more I just want to be open about my sexuality. And there goes more .I will continue to write more about it later on, and on top of that I will continue to finish what "we did"if you are interested or have any questions please comment below.
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Wild girl
Non-FictionIt feels like living a double life sometimes . I can't believe I haved survived it. Especially life after moving out of my parents home or as I prefer to say escape. In this story I will talk about my life. No, not because I'm a selfish bitch, I'm m...