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The Curious Adventures of Teaganella Presents:A Requiem of My DreamsFor the readers who have followed the Curious Adventures of Teaganella Presents, from the beginning, then you know what happened in the last episode. And for the ones who read the Babysitter, part I and II, those two stories are more fiction about myself, yet with the non-fiction influence of my older sister and the lifestyle I witnessed in our house. I must make it clear that whatever happened in the Babysitter series, did not happen to me. What happened in the last episode of the Curious Adventures of Teaganella, did not happen either. It was only a dream. So for the loyal readers, I am still a virgin, for real. The reason for this prelude is to finally stabilize the stories I’ve written about my life, both fiction and non fiction, and to somewhat create a timeline of the events in my life. I have had many people tell me that I am a great writer for my age. I don’t think I’m a great writer, I think I’m just a young girl who has so much in her head and have seen things and sometimes experienced things most girls my age have never seen. It’s very tough being the middle c***d, and it’s even more tough when you can’t tell anyone the things that happen to you. I hope all this makes a little sense, at least for the ones who follow me regularly, and for the new readers, I hope this is not all so confusing. So from the Visit, Part II with Liam, which was only a dream, to Burgers and Fries for Two, with Eric, which really did happen, I shall begin anew, for my stories will soon follow up my past to the present, and possibly the future at hand. Please enjoy and I hope to continue writing as it feels so good to finally get all this off my chest.My name is Teagan, and this is how my story begins when I just turned nine. I was always a skinny girl and preferred gymnastics over dating boys, probably because I didn’t start to mature until I was just seven. I’ve always been pretty flat chested and petite at 4’10”. bahis firmaları Thankfully my lil bum bum filled out more than my chest, allowing me to wear leggings and tight jeans when I could. This was the time boys began to take an interest in me in 4th grade. At first I ignored them, but a older boy named Travis began to talk to me at recess and I later agreed to talk to him as well. I was pretty naive, and still am, unfortunately, as a quick kiss down at the tennis courts on the school playground sent a shiver down my body that I will never forget. Almost the same feeling I began to feel when I was around five when I soon discovered the way of masturbation, as my fingers always found themselves between my legs, sometimes even two or three times a day. I had no idea what I was doing, and I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop at times.Travis became more forward with his advancements and over the next couple of months we got more and more adventurous, from kissing much longer and heavier as he used his tongue. He was two years older than me, and to me he seemed liked he knew what he was doing, as I was just learning as we went. Travis got his hands inside my panties one day after school in the woods, as it was a bit awkward and not a great experience for me although he seemed to enjoy himself. By this time I had Travis over my house as we also became good friends too and used to watch and play videogames in the den upstairs at my house. My parents thought nothing about it, as for the things we used to do, even though we called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. I’ve always been a good girl and still am, and my parents, especially my dad, always thought of me as his little girl, his innocent angel. So they thought it was cute that I said I had a “boyfriend”, as I believed they never thought anything bad would come out of it. Even though Travis was in the 6th grade and I was in the 4th grade, he looked as if he was nine years old too.A week later Travis kaçak iddaa and I were sitting on the sofa in the den of my parents house watching television while my parents were downstairs and this was the time when Travis and I were kissing with our tongues and he suddenly took my hand and placed it between his legs over his jeans. I was totally shocked and didn’t know what was going on as I felt something hard there as he pinned my hand over his bulge. He then told me that I make him hard and he wanted me to do something about it. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock out of his boxers. It was hard and appeared very big to me. He then grabbed my hand and placed it around it, as It only seemed natural to move my hand up and down on it and after a few strokes he moaned and he squirted this warm messy white stuff all over my hand. I was fascinated, nervous, scared and in shock all at the same time. I couldn’t believe what just happened and how far things got further between us. Travis seemed happy, as he had a permanent smile on his face. A month later we continued the same thing in my parents den when everybody was home, and one time I almost got caught by my dad as he walked in on us. Thank God the sofa was facing away from the door as we were sitting there while watching the Simpsons. To this day, I don’t know if my dad ever suspected what was happening. I do know that my parents were becoming tiresome of Travis always being over and us in the den. From the moment, the door was to be open at all times. Travis and I began to see less of each other but the times when we did, we would be at my house in the den watching television or playing videogames, with the door open, of course. During these times, I gave Travis about half a dozen handjobs times and I secretly considered myself getting good at it, as he would squirt so quickly. Everyone in awhile he would put his fingers between my legs but I would certainly make up for it in my little girl bed later those kaçak bahis evenings.Just before my tenth birthday Travis broke up with me after about three months. After I gave him a handjob in the den while watching a movie on Netflix, he told me he didn’t like me anymore and didn’t want to be my boyfriend either. He told me he wanted to move on, since he was going into junior high soon. He also told me that he couldn’t be seen with me because I was too young and that he needs more. After all this that he said to me, I was devastated and heartbroken. I felt like my life didn’t seem worth living, and I cried a lot. I considered begging him to reconsider. My parents soon realized what happened and my dad told me he wasn’t worth it and that I shouldn’t cry over him because he wasn’t nobody special, but just a friend who was a lost boy. I know he was happy secretly that he was out of my life but he will never know the real reason why I cried so much that summer. It was a first of many things I did over and over and I thought Travis really liked me, or even more loved me. I guess I’m too young to know what love really is, but something about those times together in my house just felt so incredible. But I did think about what my dad had said to me that day and later decided to move on from Travis. I soon found out from a friend of mine that later that school year Travis was going out with a girl in the same grade as him, some little tramp from the next town over.Anyway the decision was made, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I decided I was going to move on. I concentrated on my school work and gymnastics for the time being. My parents were very happy that I didn’t have any friends as boys like Travis and that I was doing well in school and gymnastics as my mom decided to enter me in ballet. Boys didn’t figure in my plans, as I’d been hurt and didn’t want to go down that path again. I didn’t really talk or associate with boys from school for almost a whole year until I went to my friend’s birthday party. That was the day I met Eric for the first time. For the readers who do not know who Eric is, you will if you read, the Curious Adventures of Teaganella Presents: the Birthday Party.

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