SonofJenna
Virgin
- Joined
- Jul 22, 2006
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Here's a writing sample, a pic of me is attached:
Giselle’s conception of sex was founded largely upon the pornography she’d been looking at since she was 14. She’d stumbled upon a box of DVD’s in her parents closet while rifling through her father’s coat pockets for cash. They were festooned with pictures of women, young, naked women, attractive women, with swelling, proud buttocks and firm, pendulous breasts, like the cheerleaders at school who she envied, and who never seemed to accept her. These girls, they were spread out, legs up in the air, their ankles locked around the backs of muscled, large men, men with cocks like farm animals, like dumb beasts, or they were on their hands and knees, like dogs, backs arched, pink pussies pouting beneath the winking rosebud of their perfect little assholes. The names of the movies has words like “whore” and “slut” and “daddy”, words she liked, secretly, words she thought about in church when she looked on longingly at the young, black haired, muscular new priest they’d shipped into her parish. She listened attentively to every word he said, even though it all meant nothing to her. She’d lose herself in his eyes, his dark, gem-like eyes, pools of blue, so firm, so steely. She imagined herself curled up inside the pulpit, rubbing his bulge through that long black cassock , watching the black cloth stretch and swell beneath her delicate ministrations. “It must be so constrained in there, so lonely.” She thought to herself.
After mass she would retreat to her bedroom, her virgin pussy tingling with warmth, her room so ridiculously girly, with its sky blue walls and teddy bears. Gently, she’d disrobe before her full length mirror, slipping out of her flimsy dress, her black bra with the plastic straps, her ivory white thong. She’d look at herself in the full length mirror on her door. She was a petite thing, all of 5 feet, and weighing only 99 pounds. She was German Jewish by descent, but she’d been adopted by a Catholic family at the age of 3. Her face was innocent, with wide, brown eyes, and an aquiline nose, which looked big in profile. Her lips were soft and full. Her hair was long, hanging to her shoulders, and was dyed a very light shade of blonde. Her breasts were full and budding, 36 B’s, verging on C’s, with generous, circular mottled aureolae and fat, ultrasensitive pink nipples, which she now pulled at and stimulated, lifting her full round breasts, one by one, up to her mouth, licking at her titties in the mirror, behind the locked door. She could hear her parents and brothers making noise downstairs, getting ready for the football game on TV.
Her belly was flat, soft, and smooth, and it undulated as she reached down to the swollen, inverted triangle between her legs, the V where all her warmth was centered. Her clitoris was screaming for attention beneath its snug little hood. She teased the little nub with the middle finger of her right hand and a moan unexpectedly issued from her lips as her wide brown eyes closed involuntarily and a spasm of pleasure emanated from her pussy, the depths of her being, out into the furthest reaches of all her extremities.
Giselle’s pussy opened up like a peach beneath her fingers as she braced herself with one hand against the door, standing on tiptoe, her perfect, tiny feet arched in sweet torture as she mercilessly flogged her clit with her right hand, all the while envisioning Father Ted’s massive cock bulging in her tiny mouth as she struggled to gulp it all down before the altar. She saw him holding her head in both hands, and fucking her mouth as Jesus gazed off into the distance above them. She would be naked, on her knees, with her hands clasped tightly behind her back, just offering himself to him, there, before the altar, like a little lamb, the broad white globes of her asscheeks perched upon her the backs of her ankles, as he mercilessly fucked her mouth with his swollen, angry cock, which stood out against his long black cassock. Her warm wet 14 year old mouth would take in his long, lonely dick. She would shelter it, and bathe it with her tongue, and open herself to him completely. He would unleash his jism all over her wide eyed face, and she would lap up each and every drop like a happy little kitten.
Giselle’s conception of sex was founded largely upon the pornography she’d been looking at since she was 14. She’d stumbled upon a box of DVD’s in her parents closet while rifling through her father’s coat pockets for cash. They were festooned with pictures of women, young, naked women, attractive women, with swelling, proud buttocks and firm, pendulous breasts, like the cheerleaders at school who she envied, and who never seemed to accept her. These girls, they were spread out, legs up in the air, their ankles locked around the backs of muscled, large men, men with cocks like farm animals, like dumb beasts, or they were on their hands and knees, like dogs, backs arched, pink pussies pouting beneath the winking rosebud of their perfect little assholes. The names of the movies has words like “whore” and “slut” and “daddy”, words she liked, secretly, words she thought about in church when she looked on longingly at the young, black haired, muscular new priest they’d shipped into her parish. She listened attentively to every word he said, even though it all meant nothing to her. She’d lose herself in his eyes, his dark, gem-like eyes, pools of blue, so firm, so steely. She imagined herself curled up inside the pulpit, rubbing his bulge through that long black cassock , watching the black cloth stretch and swell beneath her delicate ministrations. “It must be so constrained in there, so lonely.” She thought to herself.
After mass she would retreat to her bedroom, her virgin pussy tingling with warmth, her room so ridiculously girly, with its sky blue walls and teddy bears. Gently, she’d disrobe before her full length mirror, slipping out of her flimsy dress, her black bra with the plastic straps, her ivory white thong. She’d look at herself in the full length mirror on her door. She was a petite thing, all of 5 feet, and weighing only 99 pounds. She was German Jewish by descent, but she’d been adopted by a Catholic family at the age of 3. Her face was innocent, with wide, brown eyes, and an aquiline nose, which looked big in profile. Her lips were soft and full. Her hair was long, hanging to her shoulders, and was dyed a very light shade of blonde. Her breasts were full and budding, 36 B’s, verging on C’s, with generous, circular mottled aureolae and fat, ultrasensitive pink nipples, which she now pulled at and stimulated, lifting her full round breasts, one by one, up to her mouth, licking at her titties in the mirror, behind the locked door. She could hear her parents and brothers making noise downstairs, getting ready for the football game on TV.
Her belly was flat, soft, and smooth, and it undulated as she reached down to the swollen, inverted triangle between her legs, the V where all her warmth was centered. Her clitoris was screaming for attention beneath its snug little hood. She teased the little nub with the middle finger of her right hand and a moan unexpectedly issued from her lips as her wide brown eyes closed involuntarily and a spasm of pleasure emanated from her pussy, the depths of her being, out into the furthest reaches of all her extremities.
Giselle’s pussy opened up like a peach beneath her fingers as she braced herself with one hand against the door, standing on tiptoe, her perfect, tiny feet arched in sweet torture as she mercilessly flogged her clit with her right hand, all the while envisioning Father Ted’s massive cock bulging in her tiny mouth as she struggled to gulp it all down before the altar. She saw him holding her head in both hands, and fucking her mouth as Jesus gazed off into the distance above them. She would be naked, on her knees, with her hands clasped tightly behind her back, just offering himself to him, there, before the altar, like a little lamb, the broad white globes of her asscheeks perched upon her the backs of her ankles, as he mercilessly fucked her mouth with his swollen, angry cock, which stood out against his long black cassock. Her warm wet 14 year old mouth would take in his long, lonely dick. She would shelter it, and bathe it with her tongue, and open herself to him completely. He would unleash his jism all over her wide eyed face, and she would lap up each and every drop like a happy little kitten.