From: humanimal@hotpop.com   
      
   Great story, thanks, hope to read more soon!   
      
      
      
      
   Nikki@P.U. wrote:   
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   > Randall Johnson wrote:   
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   >> Where are the stories, if I could write I would send some in????   
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   > A Cutie From The Shadows   
   >   
   > By Spin (M/g, pedo, oral, 1st Time, cons)   
   >   
   > After reading this little thrilling tidbit of a story, you'll look into   
   > shadows on the street with a new interest and expectation. Read on and   
   > discover what one lucky guy found on one eventful night...in the shadows.   
   >   
   > "Mr., can you spare a dollar?" a little child's voice asked from the   
   > shadows of a doorway as I walked down the city sidewalk one memorable   
   > night.   
   >   
   > The city of Chicago was filled with strange and new experiences. I moved   
   > from a small, no-name town to take a new job as an insurance underwriter   
   > for one of the large insurance companies. My only friend was a guy that   
   > I worked with and he helped get me the perfect apartment, but to my   
   > disappointment, it wasn't in a desirable part of town. Eventually I   
   > learned to overlook the neighborhood, getting used to the druggies and   
   > various dregs of society that claimed the streets at night.   
   >   
   > Armed with a nine-millimeter pistol, I felt safe enough and to tell the   
   > truth, no one bothered me as I walked the neighborhood by myself.   
   > Panhandlers, pimps and whores were abundant, but after they got to know   
   > me, they never bothered me either and on occasion, would smile as they   
   > recognized me when I walked by. It never occurred to me that children   
   > would be out panhandling, so I was surprised when I saw a little girl in   
   > the shadows one night during one of my walks around town.   
   >   
   > I almost ignored the child, but something about the innocence in her   
   > voice stopped me in my tracks. The oddness of a child, begging for money   
   > on the streets seemed out of place in my comfortable, secure life. But   
   > there she was-all dressed in raggedy clothes and hiding from something,   
   > or maybe just frightened...and why was she alone?   
   >   
   > A latent, predatory part of my brain began wondering about what she   
   > looked like. Was she cute? Was she easily fuckable? OK shit! I thought.   
   > She's just a little child and you can go to jail for even thinking such   
   > things.   
   >   
   > The little girl repeated her question as I stood in front of her, my   
   > brain overwhelmed with a burning desire to see more of her features as   
   > she continued to hide partially from the lighted street.   
   >   
   > "Uh... sure sweetie. Where's your family or parents?" I inquired softly   
   > as I handed her a twenty-dollar bill with a warm smile.   
   >   
   > "Thank you very much, mister" she replied excitedly, not bothering to   
   > answer my question while looking intently at the folded money in her hand.   
   >   
   > While holding the bill up to the streetlight, the child was giving my   
   > eyes a better view of her pretty face. Then I noticed her smile as the   
   > distant light from a blinking neon sign cast a soft glow on her cheeks,   
   > revealing her smooth, childlike features. Yes she's very cute I mused,   
   > and probably someone's daughter, a runaway, on a list of missing   
   > children somewhere and putting her parents through unimaginable hell.   
   >   
   > "You're most...welcome," I answered graciously, but then to my   
   > disappointment she hurriedly turned to walk away.   
   >   
   > "Hey honey how would you like a nice hot meal...on me?" I asked   
   > cheerfully, before she walked too far.   
   >   
   > She turned to face me as she pondered the invitation for a second.   
   >   
   > "I have to get back to my friends. This twenty dollars will feed all of   
   > them tonight, but I can meet you tomorrow night... right here if you   
   > want" she responded with a wide grin. Then, she suddenly disappeared,   
   > vanishing back into the safety of the darkness.   
   >   
   > The little girl occupied my brain as I continued my walk. I guessed that   
   > she was only about ten or eleven but maybe even younger. Something about   
   > her presence was sexual... or maybe the fact that I hadn't had any pussy   
   > for a long time was tricking my senses. Oh well, tomorrow would reveal   
   > more about her...if she showed back up, that is.   
   >   
   > It was difficult to go to sleep that night, as visions of my cock,   
   > buried in my mystery girl's preteen pussy flashed through my brain. I   
   > argued with myself about being a pedophile, the kind of guy that other   
   > people would look at with disdain and loathing but I didn't care. So   
   > what if I happen to be attracted to a cute little preteen child...so   
   > what? With my hard, swollen cock in hand, I finally drifted off to a   
   > pleasant sleep.   
   >   
   > Clumps of dried, sticky cum coated my hand, cock and bed sheets when I   
   > woke up the next morning. Was she a dream or real? I asked myself as I   
   > remembered the encounter. No she was real... and tonight, I'll see her   
   > again, I assured myself as I got ready for what I imagined would be a   
   > long, arduous day at work.   
   >   
   > The clock on the office wall seemed to be stuck. The hours ticked by in   
   > slow motion, teasing my brain as the day progressed until finally, five   
   > o'clock passed and I was out the door as if the building was on fire. A   
   > loud thumping throbbed through my body as my heart pounded with   
   > anticipation. I grabbed a cab and headed home.   
   >   
   > Waiting impatiently for darkness to fall in the city was torture.   
   > Ordinarily, nightfall came and went without a thought or celebration,   
   > but my whole body and brain was like a teenager about to go on a first   
   > date. My mystery girl was out there somewhere. Would she remember me?   
   > Would she be there as she agreed or would she forget...or would some   
   > other opportunity distract her? I poured myself a stiff drink to calm   
   > down... and then another until I was finally settled.   
   >   
   > Walking briskly, as if I was on a mission, the walk down the sidewalk   
   > was getting me nearer to the rendezvous with my little friend. Finally,   
   > the same spot where I met the little child was in sight. Something moved   
   > in the shadow by the doorway. Was it her? I wondered.   
   >   
   > "Hi there Mister!" she hollered with excitement as I approached.   
   >   
   > "You didn't forget!" she exclaimed jubilantly as she walked closer to   
   > me, wearing a wide grin on her face and the same rags that she wore the   
   > previous night.   
   >   
   > "No I didn't forget, sweetie. I'm here just like I said" I replied.   
   >   
   > "Well...let's go have a nice hot meal...shall we?" I asked, smiling and   
   > edging closer to her partially hidden body as she remained in the   
   > shadow, still hidden and evasive.   
   >   
   > "OK! Hey! You're not a pervert or something are you?" she asked almost   
   > in a joking way as she walked slowly towards me.   
   >   
   > "Nooo honey. I'm not any such thing. I would like to know your name   
   > though, so I know what to call you." I responded as she finally emerged   
   > into the light and flashed a cute, dimpled smile, revealing her trust in   
   > me.   
   >   
      
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