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KISSING MR. CHELIDON GOODBYE Ho...ho.  . .oh! I don't know if I should be telling you this. I was just sweet as in 16 & never been kissed and my ******* hadn't yet arrived though I prayed and prayed to a God who did not heed my girlish plea. All the girls in my year had already budded. ******* to the right of me! Breast to the left of me! Into the valley of despair I rode my Raleigh alas alas breast-less! I practiced kissing by kissing the you know inside of ( the whatchamacallit? ) my elbow the chelidon so called by an old falling-apart medical dictionary. I clipped some hair from our Yorkshire terrier stuck it on the crick of my right elbow so that it became my first moustache'd kiss. And so, was born my Mr. Chelidon. Pathetic...yes...I know but the year after my bosoms arrived with a suddenness that took my breath away. I breasting the waves like a ship's figurehead as I dived into the sea a Venus for boys to see. I was my ******* and my ******* were me. Somehow I could then not stopped being kissed. And once kissed grew addicted to it. The bliss of the kiss. I was my own drug. I gave Mr. Chelidon the elbow. Discovered the joy of boys inventing various uses for them as they discovered me.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
KISSING MR. CHELIDON GOODBYE
KISSING MR. CHELIDON GOODBYE Ho...ho.  . .oh! I don't know if I should be telling you this. I was just sweet as in 16 & never been kissed and my ******* hadn't yet arrived though I prayed and prayed to a God who did not heed my girlish plea. All the girls in my year had already budded. ******* to the right of me! Breast to the left of me! Into the valley of despair I rode my Raleigh alas alas breast-less! I practiced kissing by kissing the you know inside of ( the whatchamacallit? ) my elbow the chelidon so called by an old falling-apart medical dictionary. I clipped some hair from our Yorkshire terrier stuck it on the crick of my right elbow so that it became my first moustache'd kiss. And so, was born my Mr. Chelidon. Pathetic...yes...I know but the year after my bosoms arrived with a suddenness that took my breath away. I breasting the waves like a ship's figurehead as I dived into the sea a Venus for boys to see. I was my ******* and my ******* were me. Somehow I could then not stopped being kissed. And once kissed grew addicted to it. The bliss of the kiss. I was my own drug. I gave Mr. Chelidon the elbow. Discovered the joy of boys inventing various uses for them as they discovered me.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
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