I'm Gunna Talk About This and I Dare Someone to Try to Get Me in Trouble

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Many months ago I wrote a story of being on a train, still findable, except I deliberately left out the best part.

Cause ized skeered. Of f@gs (lawyers) and p!gs (cops) with power.

Story was I turned a ~14 year old girl on something fierce.

I got up to go and her attraction was so high, and her youthful discretion so low, that she moanwhined in frustration as I got out of the seat.

Because she was turning me on the same.

Point is it was hot - the memory that a girl so young would find me technically 40 that goddamn sexy.

Is that illegal?

No.

And I was as innocent as I could have been.

She took the seat next to me uninvited. Her family was all around.

I didn't talk to her. I didn't look at her after she sat down.

I played a computer game on my laptop.

Did I show off playing the game? Yeah.

Was I conscious of her a hot woman sitting next to me?

The whole time.

Was I deliberately super gallant to try to impress her? Always.

Did I want to be allowed to fuck her? Definitely.

Did I try to arrange with her desperate refugee mother marriage somehow soas to save on American soil her daughter?

It occurred to me.

Did I touch her deliberately or deliberately accidentally? No.

Did I take up so much seat she had to rub against me? No. I jammed myself against the window.

As soon as I ran out of tactics to avoid her sexyness I got the fuck out.

But how upset she was makes me think I'm the pervert for not! staying.

We shared the attraction.

She knew that I "an adult" was doing my best to not like her "a child".

We were thinking the same thing.

She didn't speak English.

We both wanted to do it.

She was lifedestroyed when I retreated.


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