Re: Mystical Confessions

On Thu, 09 Jul 2009 08:30:08 GMT, alex111@xxxxxxx (Axel of the North!)
wrote:

On Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:11:07 GMT, alex111@xxxxxxx (Axel of the North!)


Well, I just had to go out into the park today. It was awful, OMGawd.
There was a youngling and she was testing her powers and everything.
Her father, thankfullly, gave her the hug and quick rub and face
kissing that was needed, and, considering her testing of the two young
(one pre--adolescent and another just pre-preadolescent) and my own
little world of needs and aesthetic induglences. Oh gawd, it's
starting again. Oh, yes, how she acted out everything, her dallliances
and plays out to her exclusive band of witnesses (which almost
strictly included me...). They are good, playing out their witnesses.
Quite good. Hmmmmmmmm. Yes.

Yeah, that was an interesting day. I'd walk along, fairly cheery,
watching the people playing, and their kids playing catch or something
and I'm walking along and the kids start to almost.. follow along with
me and then their parents call them back. It's like they're going to
follow me, just, up and leave whatever area. It's weird, man. Makes me
feel conspicuous. I'm not baiting yer kids, I'm just a feeling human
being. Makes me a little nervous. It's intense, man.

But it's not all bad. One time, this one girl (10-11) wearing a wife
beater leaned forward and sexily showed me her... uh.. cleavage. But
what was interesting was that her chest looked just like a young
boy's. And I'm like "Whoah. Uh, I'm not exactly a priestly kind of
guy, I'm really more of a rabbi, if ya get my drift! I don't really
get turned on by that." But I didn't let myself because I was on the
job (which is why I was in the home in the first place). Yeah, that's
right, people of Springfield. I enter into people's apartments and
houses and everything. Kinda scary, huh? Later Sexy Girl was in a
dress she'd apparently very recently outgrown, unbeknownst to
everyone. I think I might have been the first to discover this. I was
not made aware of this exciting fact until I saw her sit down on the
computer chair and start to play a computer game. She shot me a funny
expression. I saw her at that computer and imagined her on the
internet, searching around on the internet for people like ME! *That*
kinda turned me on. Seeing a little girl like that on the internet,
squirming around in excitement. I couldn't say anything, just allowed
myself a slight smirk and the eyelids may have grown heavier. I dunno,
I may have smirkily pursed my lips and shaken my head subtly. She was
most pleased with herself.

There's no malice in them, when they do things like that, so I find it
endearing and adorable. It just feels safe, emotionally. It's when a
stranger walks up, comes in real close and intense and starts
searching me out, then starts with the questions. Kids are intense,
man! They become little interrogators, one question after another. I
have to submit to their powerful will and scramble to answer all their
questions as best I can. And they can't be sated, answering their
questions just brings on an even faster flow of *more* questions, then
I'm looking around to see where the hell their parents/guardians are,
they shouldn't be left at the mercy of an internet paedophile, that's
dangerous, that's just playing with fire, man. I'm tellin' ya...

But I have reason to suspect some of them, however young, are really
not so innocent. In fact, I think some of them may know me from these
here internets. Like maybe an adult passed some post along for them to
review. Actually, I think some of you beautiful little girls are
downright manipulative. I just wish I knew which ones knew me from
before, from an internet post, from the ones who are tuning in and,
acting like little undercover police detectives, are doing a little
investigating. This one a while ago, but fairly recently, she was in a
group of kids, actually, and she was the beauty of the bunch fo' sho'.
Well, I'm ringing them up and of course I'm diverting my eyes from her
somewhat, 'cause I don't want to start flaring out, energetically
speaking, ya know, not blood circulation-wise.. <cough> Ahem! This one
was, like, 9-11, I don't know, and I certainly didn't ask. There were
two adults in the bunch, couldn't have been more than 6-8 kids total.
Fairly manageable, just a small frozen treat group on a warm day. But
this beautiful girl, ohhhhhhh.. whether she knew me or not, she got to
know me pretty quick. So I didn't look at her, after the first few
glimpses. So she inches up to the counter, head under some electronics
at the counter, and she leans in a peers up at me with these big,
beautiful eyes, silently imploring. Oh, it haunts me. This haunts me.
So I'm not looking, I'm *not* looking, right? But of course my mind is
just freaking; peripheral vision transfixed. I don't know if my
anxiety was visible, I hope not. So then of course she has to step
back and give me a clear view of herself at a three-quarters from the
rear, then she slowly tilts her head back, turns her head toward me so
I can see more of her face and wipes at her hair lightly and then
frames her face with both hands.

Oh, you got me good, girl. Good for you. Good for you...

Very intentional. Are you well practiced? Hmm? Or just curious? Do you
really wanna? You *know* I do. Don't play with me. I don't deserve it.
Frozen Treat Girl (agony to have to watch that (fuckers!)) had a cozy
set-up. Okay. But you're pre-pubertal. Does she know about the
hormones in the semen? Are you parents/guardians aware of the
endocrine system, and that most likely (I can't see how it wouldn't)
the potent anti-depressent, fertility-enhancing benefits of the
absorption of these hormones through whatever mucous membrane is found
acceptable would function as an endocrine disrupter, most likely
prematurely pushing them into puberty, increasing their chances of
developing some of the major diseases epidemic in this civilization.
'Cuz that's how I think about it. Right here in this newsgroup we had
some frank talk about steroids. Well, steroids are like hormones, and
they give cells some very powerful instructions and alter their
behavior. If you really want me to I can't do everything with that
girl. And if you've got some other action going on, some other
convenient arrangement with some other lucky bloke, I hope you guys
kept reading me and are aware of my concerns.

I wanted to see something on this topic arise, perhaps from the
prosecuting attorney (JMW) or someone else, even just someone
knowledgeable about steroid use to pipe up and say something from one
of my posts. Nobody said nuthin'. [Whitaker morph] *** 'em, screw
'em. [/morph] What a disappointment. Really. With all those people
watching, grown adults in a discussion group that clearly has raunchy,
in-your-face attitude and meanness and niceness and concerned, helpful
people.. with *fitness* right there in the name, health and fitness
and nobody even stepped in to bring up the real issue of the potent
hormones and the possible negative effects if child "abuse" were to
occur. It was mildly disheartening. It kind of stayed in the back of
my mind and kept me from being more active in this group when it was
more interesting and lively.

So that's how I feel, and that beautiful girl was just tormentation
for a lonely, haunted soul. If you gals know me from the internet,
your entrance, silence and stunts don't help my paranoia, I'm somewhat
cognizant of the rules of entrapment and I don't want to be the guy to
make things happen, it's dangerous. I have issues with trust. They
hurt me; I'm damaged goods. I just wanted a safe environment, I have
security issues. Ya know, I looked at the science, I looked at human
history, I see what all these troubled people are screwed up from, and
what makes others happy and fulfilled. I don't let social mores decide
how I feel about things, I see more subtlety and complexity for that,
and what the *** has society shown me of itself? Is this place
healthy? Is this false, chaotic American pseudo-culture a healthy
environment for us to timidly accept? [Whitaker morph] *** 'em. Screw
'em. [/morph] It's MY goddamn street.. and I should be it's king! That
one guy with his bevy of beauties lived in in my own building.. so
close, sooooo fucking close. Why, I bet if I were a creepy creeping
creep and crept up to his door I would have the kinds of memories that
would make me morph into a shaved-bald Marlon Brando and utter: "The
mewling! The mewling!" That's probably what I'd become.

I've got some sad news to report: I've lost another one. She got
deoderant and a shaver. I hadn't seen her in so long... I missed the
last of her true girlhood. I am not pleased. Now she's a smelly, hairy
tween. Yuck. A smelly, hairy, bloody-assed teenager. Ewwww. OMG, that
is, like, SO totally grody! Ahhh.. I'm just bitter. She was so cute.
Oh well. Bring on the cum! I'm sorry. The internet, being what it is,
made me say that last part.

Oh fuckin' well.
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