" You're compulsive. Other girls don't care. Other girls suck dick." Is that what this is about? That I won't suck your dick? I told you I can't do it...". I feel emotional and start to cry.He wraps me in his arms. It's just what I need."I'm sorry. It's just I like having my semen dried on your leg."I push out of his arms. "So like a dog marking it's territory?" Why do you always think the worse?'I scowl. I am mad at him again."I'm going to find a way to make you less freaked out about getting a. “How’s the buttplug? Do you like it? I want details.”Matt squirmed uncomfortably, unintentionally shifting the plug, sending a shiver up his spine. He could feel his face starting to burn. “Um, it’s gotten alright I guess. It was really uncomfortable at first, but I’ve gotten used to it. I wouldn’t say it’s ‘good’, but I don’t hate it,” he said, looking at the floor the entire time.Stacey just smiled seductively. “Yeah, it gets like that”.They all reached for their drinks as one, and went back. But Rick never got that chance. Mom caught him and they had a protracted argument. He was never allowed to get near me again!But Rick was big for his age. Our father made him "battle tested", as it were, and within a year, Rick started trying to come around to my room again; but mom caught him (again) and they had the biggest battle. I remember at one point, mom must have been thrown down by Rick because it knocked her breath out. Then, she screamed at him, "You're not going to put that thing. I could sit online and chat the whole day away and most of the night too.Today I hardly ever chat, probably because I know I can get caught into that addiction again so I always say no thanks when people ask me, I don’t use any instant messengers – only email.But back then it was a huge part of my day when I was not at work or in school.I loved roleplaying – always about various sexual encounters. The one I liked the most was me playing a hooker and the guy playing a customer. These were only.