This girl was the picture one has in their head when they think of the girl next door. Her mid-shoulder length, sandy blond hair framed a pleasant, if...plain, face. She had a typical high school girl figure. Her curves were evident and fresh, as was her clean, fresh, sex appeal. Her weight was probably holding her back in the boyfriend department. She was about twenty-five to thirty pounds above optimum, but after the decades of sampling what the feminine half of the world has to offer, I still. Cunt slops have always been about people getting dirty for me—about me enjoying the leavings of their lust. Here, I’m not enjoying what has happened to her at all. But when I think about the idea of eating her out to show her that I desire her, I could do that. This time, it’s going to be more about slops than usual; what her rapists have left behind is filth, because of who they are and what they did. And yeah, cleaning that up with my mouth rather than say with a wet rag is gross. But it’s. Knowing the affect she had on men she didn't hesitate to beckon him with a bent finger. He did not move. He just looked at her with stern expression. Watching him she sat down in a vacant spot on the couch. She hoped he wanted her and hoped it would be soon.She thought about an exit for a moment but then felt the koosh of the couch and the warmth of the drink in her hand. She hoped the man she had chosen would come and take her to a better place, a quiet place in the dark. She craved it and. Even when she had actively sought out some new enlargement of her sexual scene, it had usually come about by her being prepared to submit to another's whims.She was now able to see that this would have been bearable, that to cater to someone else did not necessarily mean that one thereby had to lose something, that a compromise, or a share of giving was, after all, the only way in which any area of life could be maintained in a civilized manner. But, not knowing this at the time, she had.