From: wanker@dick.net   
      
   On Sun, 26 Jul 2009 18:05:35 -0700, Dragindust    
   wrote:   
      
   >The following is what I would call a good find!   
   >Feel free to comment as she suggests.  I'll post replies   
   >back where I found this!   
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   >My  Story   
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   >by   
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   >Jennifer  P.   
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   >People who count with me tell me I'm exceptionally bright for a twelve   
   >year old so I take that at face value, although if it were true I   
   >probably wouldn't be writing this, let alone sharing it with strangers   
   >- even under an assumed name.  I started linking about on the net a   
   >few years back - when I was eight, encouraged by my parents to use the   
   >web as an educational tool to supplement conversations they have with   
   >us (I'm NOT an only child!) regularly enough.   
   >   
   >My motivation here, cutting to the chase as they say, is to dispel   
   >some common and general misconceptions prevailing in American society   
   >with regard to that evil bane to childhood misnamed 'the Paedophile'   
   >(I like Greek stuff!").   
   >   
   >Got your attention, huh!   
   >   
   >I first started fooling about on a computer when I was four, sitting   
   >on Dad's lap while he 'took care of business' in the evening.  He's a   
   >CPA and does a good deal of his research level stuff here at home so   
   >he can have a life, as he puts it.  As we each had our eighth   
   >birthday, we got our own computer and were told if we had schoolwork   
   >to do, it was okay to search the web for answers.  I was ten when I   
   >started doing my research leading up to this thesis.  That's what Dad   
   >calls it.  Well, actually, I was probably four because that's when I   
   >first introduced myself to hardcore sex.  I was probably even younger   
   >because I've always been aware of the good feelings to be had from   
   >those so-called erogenous zones.  I've also always had an awareness of   
   >the sensations derived from the senses; the little start-up charge   
   >from certain smells or sights, like a dog getting a woody or another   
   >person relieving themselves, or the insuppressible curiosity inspired   
   >by various magazines or web sights.  That takes us back to when I was   
   >probably four, because it was only later that I had my fifth birthday.   
   >   
   >I'm going to give as much factual detail and speculation as I can   
   >because I've read some pretty raunchy bits of literature and I'll bet   
   >I can outdo at least some of it.  When I'm done I plan to post this to   
   >some news groups I know about and hopefully, anyone reading it will   
   >post their opinion so I can determine how far out in left field I   
   >might be headed!   
   >   
   >We live on the outskirts of town on about an acre of land bordering a   
   >forested area.  The area around the house is naturally landscaped with   
   >a nice lawn and some flowerbeds inside a large fenced area to keep the   
   >wildlife at bay.  Another, larger area where the garden is also has a   
   >tall wire kind of fence and there is a smaller area also accessible   
   >from the back porch where the Willie sleeps.  He's one of those Aussie   
   >Shepherd types with a bright pale eye and a deep brown one.  He's   
   >about ten years old now, but still full of life.  There's cats and a   
   >family of ferrets, too, that mostly hang out together under the small   
   >barn where we keep a few goats.  Going on back perhaps fifty feet is   
   >some unkempt yard and then some woods that go on for quite a ways.  We   
   >only have maybe a hundred feet of trees and the rest Dad says belongs   
   >to the National Forest (not gonna tell which one!).  Dad says the   
   >nearest neighbor is about two acres away and he likes it that way.   
   >Mom says we can run around naked whenever we want to and her and Dad   
   >spend a lot of time that way.  So do the rest of us when nobody   
   >disapproving is going to be around.  Both Mom and Dad have friends   
   >over sometimes who feel the same way, but us kids have friends from   
   >school who just don't seem to understand.  All that got sorted out   
   >years ago to the conclusion that we are the Strangers in a Strange   
   >Land.  Mostly, we just don't have people over that might compromise   
   >us!  Anyway, now you have the lay of the land sufficient to the rest   
   >of this story.   
   >   
   >The day in question must have been in the summer because I got up   
   >early and it seemed like forever before the warm sun went behind the   
   >trees signaling bath and bedtime.  I had done breakfast and fooled   
   >around on a play set at one end of the garden area and gone back in   
   >the house to watch some more television.  After falling asleep on the   
   >carpet for a spell, Mom fixed me a sandwich and I took it outside at   
   >her insistence to avoid making a mess inside and there I was,   
   >wandering about in the grass near the back porch near the parking area   
   >where our small fleet of vehicles were strung out.  Willie came out of   
   >nowhere all wagging of body and tail, his intent obviously motivated   
   >by food.  He's not a big dog, actually, but back then I was only a   
   >head above his shoulders, or so it seemed.  That put my ham sandwich   
   >well in his reach and after a friendly swipe at my face with his   
   >tongue, he took an aggressive snap at the food.  He seemed a bit   
   >disappointed that my reflexes were almost as good as his!  Circling   
   >around me with a look of determination, he stopped abruptly near my   
   >left side, settled with folded front legs and raised butt, nose close   
   >to the ground, and gave out a demanding woof that got him nothing.   
   >Another woof and, since I'd already eaten half the treat, I tore off a   
   >handful and held it out.  Being well mannered otherwise, he carefully   
   >accepted it with his front teeth and then stepped back to chomp it a   
   >few times and it was gone.  While taking another bite myself, I pushed   
   >up against his front shoulder and dropped an arm about his neck to   
   >give him a nice hug.  His nose came about to bump me square in my   
   >puffy vulva, his wet nose sliding quickly over me, sending a brief   
   >shiver through me and making my cheeks feel warm.  Oh, I forgot to   
   >point out that I was naked save for a pair of sandals.  As I   
   >mentioned, clothing is optional!  As my mind tried to grasp the   
   >meaning of this new sensation rushing over me, Willie cleverly snapped   
   >at the lowered sandwich, narrowly missing my small hand while   
   >acquiring all but a small piece of the lunch, leaving me mostly the   
   >bread and trimmings.  He chomped and swallowed and that was the end of   
   >that.   
   >   
   >I frowned at the remains, felt comfortably filled anyway, and   
   >cavalierly tossed him the remains, saying with a frown, "Here, you   
   >pig!" or something to that effect.  He swallowed this bit whole and   
   >pranced around me a couple of times as I made my way to the garden   
   >gate, thinking to crawl about on the plastic gym designed for climbing   
   >about through a collection of pipes that stood maybe six feet high.   
   >Once I opened the gate, he brushed past me and then turned to crouch   
      
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