Inspired by Honore L’Oeuf’s novels, Alice tried interesting her schoolfriends with sexual adventures and invited a few to her home. Most of them were little girls like Alice, but one or two were boys. Alice and her friends played in the garden, their clothes discarded, just hidden from sight by the undergrowth. They read aloud
“You’re blinded by Biaute’s cunt,” cursed Stefan as I marched towards the dark edge of the Rothin Forest. “It’s dangerous in there. The unicorns will gore you. They’re monsters.” “She’s in there,” I growled. My Cherise had always been so fascinated by the forest. “Something’s happened to her.” “Yeah, the cursed unicorns gored her,” my
Charlie Brown lay on his bed in his room playing with his little dick and thinking about the pretty little red-haired girl. She was so cute and he was sure he was in love with her. He wanted her so badly and she was all he ever thought about. He remembered the first time he
I was the oldest in a family situation that was unique to families of the WWII era. There were four of us but I was seven years older than my next youngest brother. My three younger brothers were born after the war and I happened earlier before my father left for military service in the
‘Yes. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you.’ ‘Well, that was a while ago,’ I said. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’ She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’ From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting