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The sight of Ben, stiff with pleasure, bouncing up and down on his toes was something I shall never forget for as long as I live. That wonderful room was to become our hidey-hole of sexy delights and wanking adventures for the rest of our stay at Chamberlains. Now, in my late 20s, I’m less of a “good girl” and more of a “nasty woman” becoming more and more incapable of pretending to smile when a man does something slimy. And it seems it might be a right of passage for females approaching a certain age. He thinks I'm going to move away, but I want to show him that I'm not scaredof anything anymore, so I stand there, and he moves his head closer andcloser, until his lips are on mine, and his tongue is in my mouth. I'vedone this before, with boys, and I want to make sure Dad can tell that Iknow what I'm doing. I move my tongue with his, and wrap my arms aroundhim. I press my breasts against him, and he moans softly . The other day I was driving on a busy freeway when I noticed a car near me trying to get my attention. We were driving fast and this driver seemed desperate for me to notice him. I was worried: “Are my lights on? Is fluid spilling out of my car? What the hell is he trying to tell me?” As his car pulled in line to me, I looked at him — a middle-aged guy with glasses and a goatee. Next minute, with aggressive hand gestures, I immediately understood his message. Cupping his chest he was using the universal sign for breasts, and then following that up with a thumbs up. Yup. So gross. Of course, he did it a few times just to be sure I had seen what he was trying to say, then, he sped off. Recently, he’s been forcing me to have sex with him whether I like it or not. I enjoy the sex but I’m only 16 and he is my first cousin. How do I make him stop?

I promise you, I won’t go to HR,” I said. “I don’t want to destroy your career. But I expect you to do something for me.” I was so frightened though curious that I pretended to still be sleeping. After this, he tried to have full sex with me, but I pushed him off. Then he started being very nice to me, introducing me to his friends and giving me presents. The controlling influence was Mrs Manders, a lady who was formidable in every way, not least in the bust area, giving the effect of a galleon sweeping through the ocean, where she was both galleon and figurehead. I think that everybody was fond of her, and a reprimand from her for misbehaviour left you feeling that you’d let her down. Somehow you didn’t want to do that. However, she was a great disciplinarian, and she wasn’t averse to making any offender undress to his vest and underpants in front of her and everyone present, even the girls. It’s been a few days since this disturbing incident but I can’t let the rage go — and not just because of his dangerous driving. No, what makes my blood boil is the thought that this guy has managed to get to about 40 years of age and has likely spent a lot of that time being a creep. And what annoys me further is that I know many people reading this are going to roll their eyes and think I should get over it rather than chastise him.

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What you’re doing is incestuous. First you are not at all legally allowed to have any sexual relationships because of genetic problems it could bring, if pregnancy occurs. Moreover, you’re too young to be playing with adult emotions. You are having unprotected sex which could either result in unwanted pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases. Low rise hipsters give the same coverage and are great for women who prefer a lower waist band. Boy Shorts Instead I’m going to change my battle cry — we need to change the way we raise boys. I know not all men are handsy-creeps but there are some members of their sex severely letting the team down. Too many men are silent bystanders to sexual harassment which is too often seen as a women’s issue, when it’s clearly a human issue. Now I’m further up the corporate ladder, I’m on a good salary and whenever visions of that groping incident enter my head, I’m able to push them away.

When Dad sits down in the dressing room he looks so silly--the chair istoo small, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He has this dumbsmile on his face, like he's waiting for me to do something. I stand overhim looking through the dresses. They're all strapless. I've never had astrapless dress before, and I'm thrilled, but I want to look mature, soI don't show my excitement.My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. It amazes me how childish he becomes with his hand on my breast. "Thankyou," he says. "That's nice of you," he whispers. No oneelse can hear.

Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! This is so hot..oh yessssssssssssss...I understand the feelings finding such silky treasures just there..and for you to experience their wonderful silky delights. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ Do I regret my decision? No, I don’t. I just don’t think if I had gone to HR I would have had any kind of success. What was I? A little person going up against a big person. Some of the crew were exhausted but after dinner I suggested we all head off for more drinks — Sam was the only person who said yes. I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to network with the big boss.Simon, where are you going?” It was Mrs Manders’s strong, authoritative voice. My mind was racing but I could think of absolutely nothing and just kept walking. She called my name again, and again, and I pretended that I hadn’t heard, and just kept walking on. She caught up with me and I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I immediately jumped as if taken by surprise and gave a little shriek. I muttered some confused gibberish, and then said, “Where am I? Where am I?” Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. I was always very businesslike with him, I never flirted with him and I often spoke about my boyfriend Rod.

As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around. Little Miss Prissy interviewed the Pasty Muncher for a blokes view of women’s underwear – she should have known better – Pasty concluded From birth, we are told not to be rude, or bossy, or difficult and above all, not to be a bitch. And it’s this obsession with “being nice” that is getting good girls into bad trouble. The next thing he knew it was morning, and his Aunty was in the bathroom. Soon, many other events took place that form many more stories to come.

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One night John takes his girlfriend home. Whilst they are kissing each other goodnight at the front door they both start to feel really aroused. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall, It all began when I started at senior school. There was so much sport and hobbies in my life that I had not really bothered very much about girls, except for the usual kissing and snogging, and they had remained a total mystery to me. Lena agreed, adding: “The things I would tolerate coming out of male mouths specifically, but human mouths generally, when I was 18, 19, 20, even until I was 28, I was just kind of like ready to let anyone say anything to me and then all this rage flooded to the surface.”