Originally posted by Zanick
If you groom them and violate them, surely you understand something of their psychology that escapes those of us who aren’t blessed with your good taste.
Oh, no, it's not like that at all.
Just like how IRL IEDs don't go off with a 30 feet fireball, IRL man-child romances don't end up with violations, of any kind, at all. That's just Hollywoods and fake newses.
IRL man-child romances are very much alike your normal, average normie romances, with only few, minor, cosmetic differences, like it involved minors.
As usual, they begin as friendships, most likely in secret because children has been over-warned by their over zealous parents that friendships with adult strangers are very bad and wrong. And dangerous. And should be avoided. But they did it anyway because everybody knows that parents are wrong, all the time.
Of course there're some truths to their claims, that adult-child romances can be bad for the child, in the way that these children are normally over treated with treats, and receive too many fabulous toys and gifts that made them the subject of envy of their peers. But that's all it and everything elses are just Hollywood over dramatizing and fake news over sensationalizing simply bacause
SEX SELLS AND VICTIM SELLS BETTER BUT ABOVE ALL SEXUAL VICTIM SELLS BEST - PERIOD -
Now back to the subject of man-child romances ; after a period of sometime, just like what happens with normie couples, man-child couples too begin to become intimate, and they begin to share their deepest, most intimate secrets. Now while adults have lots of weird, complicated secrets, little girls have on the other hand, only really simple, almost generic secrets.
And this little generic secret is that they all invariably like to be touched, here, and like this, because it makes them feel good, really good. Even old hags likeTech once carried this little secret herself. Just ask her. And so now, your little girlfriend decides whisper into your ear her lillte secret. Sometimes they won't even give you a heads up.
They just one day come kneading onto you on the couch and take your finger and begin using it as an implement to rub her little magical spot and then ask you to carry on because they like how the rubbings makes them feel. Of course being the gentleman that you are, you were shocked by her request and so you tell them that this is WRONG, VERY, VERY WRONG.
VERY, VERY-VERY, VERRIE WRONG !!!!
But they insist it's ok because they aren't going to tell anyone about this, not their dad, not their mom, not even God. And of course you have your doubts and so you asked them to swear in the name of their beloved pet rabbit, and which they did in a heart beat. So what else can you do if they already went this far and wanted it this much, other than to help, touching them like the way they want to be touched, where they want to be touched. See, no violations what-so-ever. Only volition ; hers.
But of course, these little girls, as innocent and as little as they are, are not completely without any intelligence or empathy, and so it's only a matter of time before they come to the conclusion that
hey, if it makes them feel good when you to touch them in their there, then you must be feeling good too if they touch you in your there, and so without further ado, and without any announcement, they extended their finger towards your there .... but
arrr ..... surprise-surprise, as they gasps to their new found knowledge that what you have down there are totally unlike what they have down their there, and it makes their eyes shine with wonder and bewilderment !
At first, being the kind gentleman that you are and not wanting to taint their innocence, you've decided to just let things happen naturally, and let them chips land wherever they may fall. And her first few attempts to please you are both awkward and comical. Initially she begins by rubbing you the way she rubs herself, but somehow her instincts just tell her that this isn't right.
Then she begins to pet your there like it's a pet. She begin to pet its head (dome), first from the front to the back, and then from the left to right. Soon, she's petting it along the shaft on its convexed and swollen "underbelly". Still this doesn't seems right, for some reason and she just knew it. It is then in this very juncture in time and space that you've decided to give in to the temptation and show her the ropes, on how to best deal with your rope.
And so you wrap your hand around your thing and stroke it. Like this, you tell her as she looks at you, her eyes glistening with joy. Slowly, stroke by stroke she improves her stroking skills, until suddently a tiny crystal ball begin to form at the tip of your dome (head). Giggling with curiousity, she gives the tiny crystal ball a good look before touching it with her little index finger.
Arrr, its water, clear as crystal and yet slimy like oil as she rubs it in between her thumb and index finger. What's this she asks, and you, sensing the futility of explaining what precums are, just tells her that it's a something that a mans pee-pee makes when he feels really good, like how she's making you feel right now.
All these go on for a while before again, her little creative mind springs into action !
"Hmmm .... " she thinks to herself, "if you feel good when I presses you pee-pee, and if I feel good when you presses my pee-pee, why not I just get on top of you and press my pee-pee against your pee-pee so that we both can feel good at the same time and free our hands to do other things, like tickling each other's tit-tit, which also makes me feel really good ?".
So suddenly and without any ado, she askes that you lie down and straddles herself onto you. It took her a few attempts to align her love button with the tip of your dome (head) and the right posture to do so, but eventually she gets it right and the pressings begin and you both are felling good. Really, really good.
It all goes really well and the both of you are having a good time until one fateful momment when tragedy strikes when she, in her over exuberance, pressed her love button just a little bit way too hard and a tad too fast and causes your head (dome) to slip and vectored into that soft spot you knew was verboten and has sworn to never go !
Uber verboten !.
And it all happened so fast it took you a few seconds to process what's happening and why is your head (dome) and a half of your shaft feel like they're being surrounded by warm jelly ? And then, slowly, the horrors begin to sink in as you gasps to the realization that you're now in a place where no other man has gone before, and having done what you've sworn to never do ; to have your penis halfway inside a child !
To be a child fucker !
And just like that, due to a poor twist of fate, an otherwise harmless and innocent man is now forced to see himself slowly transform into a monster from the reflection in the eyes of the little girl that's straddled on top of him.
Dr. Gonzo was right with what he told Raoul Duke while he was sobbing in the hallway.
" ... it never pays to help, man, it never pays to help .... "
He was sooo right. It never pays to help.
