Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 14:58:35 GMT
From: Nicole Jamais <nicolecd69@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Dark Side

								07/25/2000

My Dark Side

	I am the girl next door. I am polite; I watch my manners and show
respect.  I have been taught to respect other people and not to hurt
them. I am a good person.
	If I pass you on the sidewalk and smile and nod my head to
acknowledge our encounter, you may smile back at me or you may ignore
me. Our eyes may make contact or you may avoid them. You do not know what I
am thinking.
	You may see me anywhere, at school, at the mall, in the bank or at the
grocery store. It may appear to you, if you notice me looking at you, that I
am just being friendly. I may be just doing that or I may be thinking and
fantasizing about what you look like naked or what you have on under your
coat or clothes. I may be wondering what you would do if I came up to you
and kissed you passionately without warning or pressed my body against
yours.
	I may be the girl you see sitting innocently on the park bench with my
short skirt up too high not realizing that I am exposing myself, but I do
know it and I know you are watching me. I wonder what your reaction is to
me, do you shrug it off or do you wonder what it would be like to make love
to me? Am I turning you on? Are your eyes travelling up my legs to my thighs
and under my skirt to try and catch a glimpse to see if I am wearing
panties? Believe me, this is no accident. I plan it carefully. I enjoy
seeing the reactions I get from women. I am not interested in men, only
women. I target them. I think about them all the time and what I can do to
turn them on and maybe have one get up the nerve to seduce me.
	I enjoy wearing loose fitting tank tops in the summer and bending over in
front of unsuspecting women, knowing they can't resist looking down my top
at my tiny perky young breasts. Wondering what it would be like to take my
hard nipple into their mouth and tease it with their tongue, before sucking
it into their mouth and nipping at it with their teeth. I know they think
about doing it. I wish they would. I wear very short cut-off denim jeans.
Sometimes they are so short that half the cheek of my butt sticks out. I
take every opportunity to bend over hoping they like what they see.
	Sometimes I see a woman that I really find attractive. As I watch her, I
imagine what it would be like to be with her. I think about what she has on.
Is she like me, simmering on the inside, seeking release? Would she
appreciate a young girl like me? Does she have the inner desire? If I made
the first move, would she reject me or would she welcome me and use me for
her pleasure. Would she take me away and have me drop to my knees in front
of her and seek her out as she stands before me. I would run my hands up her
nylon clad legs up under her skirt, I would press my face into her, hugging
her, feeling her warmth and her lust as she thrusts her body towards me. I
feel her hands on my shoulders, seeking support as her legs grow week with
anticipation. Once steady, she lifts her skirt up exposing herself to me,
only her panties are in the way. Then I feel her hands on my head, her
fingers wrapping themselves in my hair as she pulls me into her again. My
fingers are busy tickling and teasing her up the backs of her thighs and
behind her knees. I press my face into her, taking in her fragrance,
savoring it. I kiss and nibble her through her panties. I feel her pulling
me closer into her. I slide my fingers into the leg band of her panties and
lightly trace a path from her hip to her inner thigh. I hear her sigh. I
hook my finger into the panty and pull it aside. I lightly press my lips to
her; the sparse hair tickles my face and nose. I gently kiss there, little
pecks. I feel her hands in my hair, pulling my face into her as my arms wrap
around her and my hands hold her to me from the back. I part my lips and my
tongue tentatively probes her. Lightly at first, touching here and there,
wandering about, seeking her out. I touch a drop of her wetness and I
retrieve it into my mouth, tasting her sweetness for the first time. I get
bolder at her urgings. The probing with my tongue becomes more aggressive.
It delves deeper into her, separating her more, allowing more of her juices
to escape. I enjoy it. I want more. My fingers dance over her smooth skin as
my tongue moves about, lapping up her juices, licking and probing her. I
have difficulty breathing as she holds me captive, tightly against her. I
slide my tongue deeply into her. My fingers and tongue explore her and I
feel her tensing up and she presses my face tighter into her. My tongue and
fingers are relentless. She starts to shake and squeeze me closer. My blood
is pounding in my head. I continue to explore and I hear a gasp escape from
her lips and then she spasms on my face and tongue. Slowly she comes down
and I continue to explore her until she pushes my face away from her. Her
fingers are still wrapped in my hair, tightly holding me down before her,
not allowing me to move. I tilt my head and look up, but she is not looking
at me. Her eyes are closed and she is still in another world, the one in
which I have taken her.

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