Anxiety attack

I always thought that I deserved to be molested. I thought it was a part of growing up. Man, was I wrong. It was my cousin. He was two years older than me. I was[…]

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Amandine 2

I had to month to make a plan and find Amandine’s address. The first part was quite easy: I could show the videotape to Amandine, blackmail her and obtain what I wanted. That was the[…]

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Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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More cousin judy

At the breakfast table, cousin Judy sat with her bowl of cereal eating away, not paying me any attention while I sat to her right, reading the newspaper and having a bowl of Cheerios myself.[…]

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My second entry

So here is my second entry. But before I dive into my past, here's something about me in the present. Right now, I'm typing this on my laptop. I'm looking down at my penis, and[…]

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