“My face filled with the warm glow of embarrassment preventing me from smiling back so I turned and ran away.”

“I wanted to be respected and to be loved. I longed for a man, like my father, to come and take me away from it all.”

“We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again.”

“The feeling of pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before and I wanted his hands to feel me all over as he sat there groping me and I was left wondering was it him or the drug making me feel so good?”

“He must have felt a surge as he pulled away out of my mouth careful not to come too early and ruin the rest of his playtime.”

“It was a vivid memory for someone so young but one which has stayed with me forever.”

“The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest.”