Mark

I must have her, Another, pick a name that I may safely use when I write about her, because unlike the Pete Yorn song from which that name sprung, she's really not just another girl, but for now, it will have to do.

We have managed to advance to chat, via meebo.com. It's amazing when you don't have much, how much a little thing like that can mean. Since I have a cam and voice and mic, etc., she was also able to hear and see me, as well. I hope that helps her in her waiting.

It only just sounds and looks like she's 16; she's not. Mid-20's. But, except to say that she had to move back in with her parents, there are background issues that I will not cover for the purposes of this post. Well, I guess I will also add that her parents don't particularly care for me, and I don't suppose I can blame them, considering the 23-year age gap.

Nevertheless, things are what they are, and the point of this post is not our limitations, but rather, our possibilities.

So, yesterday, before meebo, she texted me that she has found some pictures of her as a little girl, "5, 7, 9" etc., and asked if I would like them.

Lol, hello?

I told her not to send the stark naked one of herself at 6, since that could cause problems, but that sometime she could show it to me in person, perhaps.

Then we managed the meebo thing, and finally, after over a year of text-only communications, were able to talk a little bit easier.

Anyway, I came over her to make a post about something in that conversation, that I found beautiful - one like me would, of course. I thought I would title this post, "What is beauty," and lol, when I opened up IJ, the little quote from squeaky at the top of the page was:

"OHHH! What a beauty!"

I laughed. She would probably say it's a sign!

Anyway, here is the cut-paste of one of the parts of our conversation that I found very pretty. The lead-up to it is that before she signed onto meebo, she went me the email with ten pictures of her as a little girl. I had decided I would wait until later to open the mail, so that I would have something to look foreward to later in the day. But as we talked, I couldn't resist opening it. When I did, I could see the thumbnails of the pictures she'd sent over.

They are very pretty, and the one is of her at about 5, lying on her tummy in her bed - really, really pretty. White nightie, and her white-pantied bottom showing. Pillows. Pink-bottle baby lotion on the nightstand, even.

There were others, too - really nice to see her in this state - to know her in the form in which we sometimes play, cum together. Owing to this, our conversation looked like this for the next several lines

Me: oooooooo, oh my
Me: these pics are lovely - I'm gonna wait!!
Me: lol, oh god, uh, heh
Me: um, yeah
Her: ...?
Me: yeah, very very nice
Her: oh.. hehe
Me: guess I'm saying it is not out of the question I cum sometime, looking at these, darling ;)
Me: habit, you understand
Her: i hope you do!
Her: that was... kinda the idea..
Me: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Me: k, k, baby thank you, then, for that

So yeah. Later then, in the evening, I texted her up. I wasn't looking at the pictures, nah, but I was definitely being with her. Behind her, both of us naked in the bed. Me big, she little. My hard cock in the space between her bare little cheeks, hand on her flat little chest; she large enough to whisper, sleepy-like, "inside me, daddy, put it inside me."

I did. Fucked her that way, over the phone, text-style, till she said, "oh god, daddy...yeah daddy...squirt your cum in me, daddy...cum inside me."

Fucking came a mile. Feel asleep till after 3am. Fucked her again, this morning in my head and in my bed.

What beauty looks and feels like to her and I, part of what love is between her and I.

You might not like us, but you can't stop us.