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Memories, of guys...memories of Gals.
Not sure, there will ever be just one person, who will be here when my time is done.
But along the way over the years, there has been so many.
The first guy who had me, was when I was a youngster...just into my teens...he was a few years older.
We lived on the rural farmland, and one day, found us going for a bicycle ride, on the dirt road.
There was a rocky ridge of granite , it was bald and the only growth on it was Green moss and some Juniper bushes.
In the wilds, this area was almost park like.
Well, we stopped and got off our bicycles. In hind sight it was his idea....his plan.
Myself, I just wanted to go for a ride on my bicycle.
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He was about half a foot taller than me, and a lot stronger. A good looking Blonde boy.
I suppose he did have a bit of a mean steak..full of mischief.
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He took my hand, and lead me up onto the rocky ridge, among the Juniper bushes.
Laid me down in the shade of a big Juniper Bush...perhaps his idea of a secret spot...I thought, a cool place out of the sun. We sort of got to wrestling, in a fun way.
Then his weight came down hard on me......
His hands were working quickly and surely at his pants buckle....and under me, his hands struggled to get my pants loose and down to my lower legs...trapping them there. He had me.
I suppose he had done this all before, to someone else. He know just what to do.
I was his captive.
His weight pounding into my bottom.
I became aware of his hot breath on my neck. I think his tongue, even entered my one ear..did he just nibble my ear lobe? No, he couldn`t have. What has got into him.
He did try so hard to get in to my bottom with his pounding action on me.
He wanted me badly.
No other thoughts, damn the consequences he had me under him.
I was his to do what he wanted.
He was indeed , an animal in heat.
I don't know how long it was. that I was lying on that soft cool moss. This boy pinning me down,
Something hard was pounding at my bum.
His weight, held me securely at his mercy....or lack of .
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I never trusted him after that day.
I sort of hated him, for doing that, and yet, I think it was a good memory.
His smirk of a smile, as we returned to our bicycles.
His comment
"That is something you do to a girl"
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