Sexy Preteen

Posted on July 16 2012





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Related article: Dream Lover 3I showed him the glass counter and some of the accessories, and Austinseemed to love checking stuff out with me. The fact that his bright blueeyes kept sweeping up to meet my own was the only thing that kept mefrom visibly swooning in front of him. I had never been so captivatedand so spellbound by a boy this quickly before. He just...he seemed socomplete to me. Maybe his looks were just blinding me from anything andeverything that I could possibly find wrong with him...but it was justsoooooo hard to look past it. "Here. These fangs look expensive, but it's really the adhesive thatcosts all the money. You can buy the teeth separate, and get a cheaperadhesive at the counter. They look pretty real when you put them in.Much better than the plastic ones. So...." I trailed off, desperatelyhoping that he'd like my idea. "Cool. So what do you do? You just put one on each tooth. Like here andhere?" He said, his fingers lightly touching the outer corners of hislips. Sighhh...I wanna touch his lips too. Just think....he gets totouch them all day long. Any time he feels like it."Yeah...." I was stuck for words for a second, then shook myself backinto reality. "And you can get some trick candy over there, that dyesyour whole mouth the color of the gumball. So...if you get red...itkinda looks like blood...and....you know....""Cool idea. Thanks!" He said. "Anytime." I was lost in my infatuated haze. And then decided to'straighten' that comment up a little. Just in case. "I mean, it's noproblem. I've been Mr. Budget Halloween for three or four years now.""Yeah, well you know your shit. Thanks, Sexy Preteen Donnie. Say...maybe I'll see youat the party?""Sure. I'll be there.""K. Later." He walked off, and I balled my fists up at my sides, tryinghard not to dance right there in the middle of the store. As soon as Iturned around, all three of my friends were standing there against thewall, a safe distance away, shaking their heads at me for being soblatantly obvious about my instantaeous crush. With a mellow blush, I walked over to them and was hoping that theydidn't tease me too badly. But as soon as I got there, April tookmy picture to remember the moment. Then she turned to the others andsaid, "Well gentlemen, seeing as I've just been dumped by my date forthe party, it looks like I'm going with one of you instead." She smiled."What do you say? Jeff? Bax?"Baxter told her, "Only if you put out at the end of the night.""Jeff it is, then." April moved to take Jeff by the arm and lead Sexy Preteen himback towards the racks. "Now...what costume would appropiatelycompliment a princess?" Looks like Jeff was stuck. And....it also lookslike I'm gonna get to talk to Austin again. SOON! I'm gonna have to!Shit! I need something to say! Argh! I need something toWEAR!!!Later on that night, getting ready for bed and turning off the light, Ifelt myself getting excited all over again. I didn't even know if I'd beable to fall asleep at that point. After talking to Austin in theshop, and the experience I had with the dream work last night, Icouldn't get my heart to calm down. Thank goodness for natural fatigue,or I never would have gotten my eyes closed for longer than a blink. When I began dreaming that night, it wasn't all that hard to wake myselfup to it. In fact, it was easier than ever. With just a few simplethoughts, I found myself walking barefoot on my own front lawn. For somereason, however, instead of having houses on the other side of thestreet from me, there was a dock, and a giant lake that stretched out asfar as I could see. Way out into the Sexy Preteen fog. That wascertainly....different. I began walking around, seeing what I could see.The clouds were all rainbow colored from the looks of it, and theconcrete looked warped and mishapen. Rising and falling like small sanddunes. It was the same block that I had been on before, but everythingwas all different. Topsy turvy. I remember once that Chucky thought the'scenery' would change depending on what kind of day I had, and how mymind interpreted it. But I didn't expect the difference to be quite thisdrastic. "Well, well, well, Mr. James. Tardy as usual." I turned around and sawmy teacher, Mr. Lipton sitting at his desk, in the middle of the street."So happy you decided to be present today." I heard his voiceslow down into a deep guttural growl, then reverse as he said thesentence backwards. And then..."So happy you decided to bepresent today." Then it reversed again. And then...."So happy youdecided to be present today.""Stop it." I said, and he just kept repeating himself. "SHUT UP!!!" Ishouted, and it stopped. Looking closely at his dream form, I noticedthat his tie was much too long, hanging all the way down to his knees.His fingernails looked like claws, and his teeth were sharp. I couldfeel the frustration already burning inside of me."You have to be more than present to pass my class, Mr. James."He said, standing up from his desk and walking around it. "There are nofree rides here. No free rides here. None. No free rides..."To hell with this. I thought about the ground beneath his feet, and heimmediately began to sink into it like it was quicksand. At first, hejust crossed his arms and gave me a scowl. "Not 'creative' enough forya?" I asked, and smiled as I caused the quicksand to heat up, and boil.At this point, he suddenly started to scream and flail his arms aroundlike crazy. Then, instead of quicksand, I turned the street into lava,and he shouted even louder. Hahaha! I think I like this game! "Does ithurt? Do you need help, Mr. Lipton?" I walked over to the edge of thepit, and kicked a big splash of lava into his face...melting his fleshoff and watching him shout and twitch from the pain of it. Hehehe,Chucky was right...I'm a total psycho sometimes. "Hehehehe..." I heard a giggle coming from over my right shoulder. Alight and boyish giggle. One that wasn't my own. And I turned around tosee who it was.Before me was a boy a my age. Maybe a year or two younger, but his eyeswere so big and pure that he might have just had a baby face. They wereshining bright green, and he had blond hair curtaining the sides of hisface. He was extremely cute in the most exotic way. It was an almostunnatural beauty that went beyond your average teen heart throb goodlooks. He was wearing a backwards cap, jeans, and a white t-shirt. And abaseball glove. The baseball glove. "Hello?" I said to him.The boy stopped laughing instantly, and seemed almost frightened of myacknowledgement. I looked at him for a second as he wrinkled up hisforehead and checked me out. He waved his hand in front of my face a fewtimes, and I followed his movements with my eyes. "Hello?" He saidsoftly."Hi." I answered, and he moved a step or two back from me."You can see me?" He asked."Yes." "You can hear me?" He sounded surprised."Of course I can." He stayed silent for a second, while his mind triedto process this. And sudenly, with a sad face as though I was trying totrick him, he faded away. Like a cloud of dissipating smoke. "Wait!Where did you go? Don't leave." The boy appeared again behind me. Stillpuzzled as to how I even knew he was there and watching. He looked at mesideways for a moment. It was the kind of look a hungry squirrel wouldgive a stranger in the park when offered food. "What's your name?" Iasked."Caleb." He was really thin with a light voice, his slim shoulders andtight waist gave him a slightly erotic shape. And he had these sweetlips that thickened ever so slightly in the middle. He was maybe 2 or 3inches taller than me, but looked like he weighed a bit less. And he hada slightly feminine way about him, that in such subtle doses gave hisevery movement a sensual quality to it. "What's yours?" He asked, stillcauiously keeping his distance from me."Donnie." I told him. He was quiet for a moment, and every Sexy Preteen now and then,his dream body seemed to go out of focus and become fuzzy. Nothing elsein the dream was affected, just him. I didn't know what else to say, soI asked him..."Do you wanna help me torture my teacher some more?"It was then that I saw him smile, and Caleb giggled a little bit at theidea. "I think he's dead already.""I Sexy Preteen can bring him back. Or I could make a second one. We'll have acontest." I smiled, and he loosened up a lot more.For what literally felt like days and days...Caleb and I just walkedback and forth up and down that twisted street, and talked about onething or another. We'd go as far as we could in one direction, get tothe edge of the fog where we couldn't see any further ahead of us, andthen walk back. I kept looking over at Caleb's smile, and wondered how Icould even come up wth someone like this. What part of my mind wasmaking this happen? It had to have been my conversation with Austin thatstarted it. It had to be, at least in some strangely indirectway. But as I listened to him speak and talk and joke around...it feltso foreign to me. Like...how was my brain keeping this Sexy Preteen boy so vivid andoriginal from everything that I had ever dreamed of before? How?We talked for what seemed like forever, until, at one point, I foundmyself worrying about how long it had been. I stopped for a moment andlooked at the dream world around me. The Sexy Preteen trees seemed to be drooping abit, the ground was slightly rippling up beneath my feet, and the cloudswere never in the same place twice when I looked up at them. "What's thematter?" Caleb asked me."How long have we been here?" I asked. "I mean....shouldn't I have wokenup by now? I've been here for an awfully long time."Caleb just smiled warmly at me. "Hehehe, silly. Time isn't measured thesame way in this place." He said.I was confused. "So...how is it measured?"He shrugged his slim shoulders, "I dunno. However you want it tobe measured, I guess. It all depends on you." He told me. "One minutecan be a minute, or one minute can be an hour. It all depends on how youremember it tomorrow. It could be a whole year if you feel likeyou wanna spend that much time with me." He grinned bashfully, and itwas so cute that it made me grin too. "Prolly not though, huh?""Nah, I like being in here with you." I said, and his eyes seemed toglow with joy at the mention of it."I like being in here Sexy Preteen with you too." He blushed slightly, and believe itor Sexy Preteen not, I felt myself growing rather attached to this imaginary boy. Ijust wish he was here with me in real life so I could spend more timewith him. I'd have a hardcore crush on him for sure. "So what happens if I wanna wake up?" I asked. "Then, you just....wake up..." The second he said it, my eyesopened, and I was laying in bed again. It was already morning, and I wassurprised Sexy Preteen that I had actually made it through an entire night withoutwaking up once. It was the most consistent and relaxing night of sleepthat I could remember having over the past few weeks. In fact, I wasalmost sluggish when I tried to sit up straight.I put my feet on the floor, and looked around the room in silence. Mymind was stuck on what had happened in the dream, and I wasjust....amazed. Caleb was right. I looked at the clock, and I had onlybeen asleep for eight hours. But...in the dream it felt like it was muchmuch longer. As a matter of fact, it seriously felt like Caleb and I hadbeen friends for 'months' now. Even though I never experienced a singlenightfall or sunset the whole time we were talking, even though I didn'tnotice a single day pass us by...my mind seemed to create this entirehistory between us that stretched back a hell of a lot longer than eighthours. And what was even more weird was the fact that I hadalready become emotionally attached to this incredible person who wasn'teven real. Someone I'd probably never even see again. I had to shakemyself out of a daydream, and stand up to get my senses back. That wasextremely weird. April was right, I need to free dream a bit more beforeI end up losing it.I didn't really make an effort to talk to my friends about it thatmorning in the car. I joked around a bit and laughed as usual, but forsome odd reason, Caleb seemed a bit too personal to talk to them about.Like...he was meant just for me, you know? I don't know, maybe it makesme sound crazy to be so involved with a dream character. If someone elsetold me something like that, I'd probably laugh at them too. So I prettymuch kept my mouth shut about the whole thing. But I want to talk toChucky about it and see what he says. Chucky never laughs when it comesto one of his 'projects', so hopefully he'll spare me the humiliation oftelling Sexy Preteen me that I need some serious therapy and give me a clue as towhat happened.It was a long two periods that I went through as soon as we got toschool. My mind kept being sucked back into memories of the vivid recallI had gotten from talking to Caleb for so long. Caleb....geez, I hadeven given him a name. I scanned my brain all morning long, trying tosee if there was ever somebody in my life that resembled the boy fromthe dream. Somebody who was actually 'real' at some point in my life,and just happened to waltz his way into my subconscious last night. Ithought that maybe it was because of Austin that I was thinking of him.But then...why didn't I just dream about Austin himself? Or at leastgive this strange boy the Sexy Preteen same name? It's probably got something to dowith that damn baseball dream or something. Arrrgh! I hope Chucky's gotsome answers for me today. This is driving me nuts.I was on my way to the chem lab, when I looked up and saw Austin headingmy way, on his usual trek to his next class. I instantly felt myselffreeze up, but worked up a smile and whispered hello anyway. "HeyaDonnie." He grinned, and kept walking. Damn he looked so Sexy Preteen good today. Ihad to bite my bottom lip, the sexual frustration of him being so nearand yet so far overwhelming me, and nearly ran into a locker trying tolook back and take a peek at his firm little buns. Mmmm....if only Icould have just TEN minutes to do what I wanted to him. Just tenminutes. I'd make him wanna stay for good.Thankfully, when I walked in the room, I had gotten to Chucky first,before the others showed up. I needed to talk to somebody about thiswhole thing, and he was the only one who would take it seriously, I'msure. I tried to explain to him in detail what had happened, making sureto face the door so I could see whenever someone came in. I whispered toChucky everything that I could remember while he nibbled on a small bagof carrot sticks. It was like the whole dream just Sexy Preteen poured out of me tothe point where even Chucky was amazed at how long and detailed myrecall was. Then he asked me, "So who was he?""I don't know." I told him."You have to know. He had to come from somewhere. Maybe he goesto school with us?""Nope. I thought about that. But I've never seen him in thehallways.""Maybe somebody you remember from the Boy Scouts or something a fewyears ago?""Nope. None of them either. Chucky, I'm telling you, I would haveremembered this boy. He was beyond beautiful. He was cool, and funny,and cute...but he doesn't match up with anybody I've ever knownbefore."Chucky put down his carrots and opened up his notebook to take down afew notes. "Interesting development." I walked around the desk to seewhat he was writing, but he pulled his notebook back from me."Hey Chucky...do you think that...maybe I could have just...'made himup' or something?" I asked."I don't think so. Dreams are usually a reflection of what you alreadyknow, what you've already seen. All they can do is sort out what yourbrain has absorbed and show it to you. So this boy, Caleb, must havecrossed your path somewhere at some time in your life.""I don't know...I've had weird dreams before, but this was reallydifferent. It was like he was somebody else entirely. I can't see myselfbeing able to create that kind of random personality just off of the topof my head. I'm telling you, this boy wasn't a part of me until lastnight.""Well how many dreams did you have about him?" Chucky asked."Just one. And it lasted forever.""One? That doesn't sound right. Maybe you had a couple of dreams abouthim and just stringed them together or something.""No, it was just one. And it never stopped. It felt like I was there forweeks. Maybe even longer.""Donnie, the average person only dreams for a total of about two hours anight. You have a different one about every 90 minutes or so." He said."The book says they start off being about ten minutes long, and getslightly longer as the night goes on. The longest lasting about 45minutes. So you must have had a bunch of little dreams or somethingand...""I'm telling you EXACTLY how it happened, Chucky. It was allone dream. And I didn't wake up once the entire night.""Probably because you were exhausted, Donnie."Arrgh! He was trying to rationalize everything out according to thatdamn book and those research notes of his. "I know what I saw. And Ifeel like it was so real. I honestly feel 'attached' to this boy in thedream. He's like nobody I've ever met before.""What's this? You're getting a crush on your imaginary boyfriends now?"I heard Baxter's grin from behind me, and turned to see him, April, andJeff, standing behind me. "Ah shit..." I moaned."You know, that is really sick, dude. That's gotta be like...mentalmasturbation or something." Baxter laughed."It's not like that. It's just...it felt like somebody else wasin the dream with me. Somebody else entirely.""Maybe it was the dream police, coming to find you for the molestationof Jesse McCartney and many other crimes against heterosexual boysworldwide." Bax giggled.Chucky closed his notebook and said, "Look, just take a break Sexy Preteen from theproject work plan Sexy Preteen for a day or two and relax. Enjoy the weekend, letyour subconscious untangle itself a little bit, and you can startlooking into it a bit more on Monday. I don't know what else to tellyou." "Sighhh...yeah, I guess. Maybe you're right. It just...it was soreal, dude. I wish you guys could understand how powerful itwas." I told them, and Jeff gave me a concerned look as I grabbed mybackpack and got ready to go to my next class."I'll walk with you." Jeff said, and the others split up to go to theirclasses as well. Jeff asked me, "So what happened? With the dream, Imean.""I met this boy, he was really cute, he said his name was Caleb. Wetalked and hung out for weeks. We really just...got to know eachother.""You've been dreaming about him for weeks?""No. That's just it, I never dreamed about him before last night.""But you just said...""I know, that's what makes it so weird. He told Sexy Preteen me somethinglike...time isn't measured the same way in a dream as it is in reallife. It's...um...it's all in how I remember it, I think he said." Jeffmulled the concept over for a bit, and I told him, "Am I crazy, orwhat?""No. I don't think you're crazy. You're a few sandwiches short of apicnic, but I'd hardly put you in the category of full blown crazy. Notyet, anyway." He smirked."You'd be surprised at how much I find that comment comforting." Ismiled. "So, that aside..." Jeff asked, "...What's up with you and this 'Austin'guy? Is he taking you to the party, or what?""Taking me to the party? What are you talking about? No!" Icringed. "I'm not asking him to take me to Cory's party.""Why not??? You guys talked, it was a cool vibe, I thought you had agood thing going with him yesterday.""Jeff...dude, I don't even know if he's 'like that'. And besides, he wasjust being polite.""Did you tell him your name?" Jeff asked me."What?""Did you tell him your name yesterday?""Of course I told him my name.""Well...did he remember it today?" I thought about it for a second. "Yeah, I think so. He said hello to mewhen I passed him in the Sexy Preteen hall.""Bingo! So you're already past the 'unfamiliar face' stage and havemoved right into recent memory. So now...you ask him if he wants to...?"Jeff silently coaxed me to give him the answer he was looking for. "...Let me give him a blowjob?" I giggled."NO, stupid! You ask him if he wants to come to the party. Withus?" He said. I gave him a suspicious look. "With all of us. Youknow? April and Bax too. That way, you're technically going tothe party together...but you're not really on a 'date' yet. You see whatI mean?""What happens if he's straight and he figures the whole thing out oncehe catches me staring at his crotch for ten minutes straight?""By then he'll be so overwhelmed with your charms and your wit, he'llwanna fuck you anyway. See? It's flawless."I patted Jeff lightly on the head. "You are definitely a poster boy forwishful thinking, Jeff.""I like to think of myself as a connoisseur of possibilities.""Is that French for 'bullshit'?""It might be. But it doesn't mean you don't want it to happen." Welaughed on our Sexy Preteen way to class, Jeff easily soothing my need to worry somuch as he always did. And I attempted to make it through the rest ofthe school day without letting it get to me too much. It was just adream. What the heck is wrong with me? Like I said...I'll probably nevereven see him again. Too bad though...Caleb was amazing. That night, even my parents could tell that something was on my mind.For me to not be overjoyed for the simple Sexy Preteen fact that it was a Fridaynight and there was no school tomorrow, was a rare occurrence indeed.But even though I tried to keep my mind off of meeting Caleb, itwouldn't go away. In fact, it lingered in the air around me. As though Icould breathe in his scent just by letting his smile cross my mind. Thefunny thing is, after all that time I spent talking to him in the dreamworld, I couldn't really remember a single thing that we talked about.It was nonstop chit chat for days and days, and my mind couldn't pickout or define a single word spoken between us. I was just...sure that ithappened. We had to have been talking about something right? WhenI climbed into bed, I was haunted by the memory of his laughter. Theglow of his bright green eyes. The untouched softness of his skin. Andwhen I was in my room, the sensation got stronger. I almost expected tosee him materialize in front of me any second, the way he did in thedream. But, like I said earlier, I was just being silly. I'm supposed tobe recording and studying my dreams...not falling in love withthem.
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