boys and girls

Author: LSDG
Word count: 12615
As a child, I have always fantasized about being bullied and abused by beautiful girls. When I was a child, it was impossible to know what is sadomasochism, what is S and M, and I have these thoughts when I am not yet developed. Therefore, I often feel that the root of SM is not from sexual desire, but from a feeling deep in everyone’s heart that even we ourselves cannot analyze clearly. Is this real abuse? Some psychiatrists have said that even if an abused person accidentally presses his finger when closing the door, he will feel pain and annoyance. Therefore, from the perspective of everyone’s psychological acceptance, this is a permissive behavior, and the satisfaction of this process is definitely not one-way. Maybe among the turbulent crowd around us, the passers-by who pass you by, the passers-by in a hurry, or even the friends around you, there is an S or M among them, of course he (she) may never let you know.
I still remember when I was a child, I once went to the county with adults, accompanied by my cousin and several young girls. I was about 5 years old at the time, and they might be around 19 or 20 years old. All I knew at the time was that they were graduates of a high school in our county, and they were classmates with my cousin. They seemed to have just entered university and were planning to report to universities in other provinces. At that time, I was on a bus. As a 5-year-old boy, I was very excited and excited because I came to the city for the first time. I was even more happy when I met some beautiful girls. Some people say that men are born lustful, but I think it may be simpler for boys to be lustful before they are physically mature. Along the way, I kept playing with these big sisters, and the sound of laughter also added a bit of fun to the adults in the car. They were hugged by them in turn along the way, talking and laughing. After about a few hours, most people in the car were already sleepy, and they all lay down on the chairs in a daze and began to fall asleep. Some of the sisters may have been sleepy and began to ignore me. At this time, the one sitting at the back called me to play with her. She took me from the other sister, hugged me and kissed me hard on the cheek. I don’t know how beautiful it is to think about such a scene now, but it’s natural that I don’t feel it in the heart of a little boy. There were not many people sitting on the bus at the time. In fact, the eldest sister sat alone in the last row, because there were some luggage and big boxes beside me. Since I was a child, I was naturally very small, so my whole body was completely blocked by the luggage next to me, which formed the best environment for what happened next. Just in this corner, a five-year-old boy and a girl whose name I don’t know now happened that I will never forget in my life, and it is something that few people on this earth have really experienced.
theIt is said that after the big sister hugged me, she kissed and touched me. Although she is very beautiful, for a 5-year-old boy, there is no physiological condition to generate impulse, but to fight and hate. I was pinched between her legs, her hands were pinching my pink face and she kept touching me, she would kiss me a few times from time to time, I felt more and more disgusted, and began to struggle to get rid of her, to play alone, being confined by her felt very unfree, the nature of children is hyperactivity. But the more I struggled, the more she refused to let go. Hearing her panting, I thought that this big sister must be tired from playing with me, so I said to her, sister, you are tired from playing, go to sleep. I never thought that after I finished saying this, her cheeks turned red, she looked at me motionlessly, and said to me, do you like my sister? I replied, of course I do, my sister is so beautiful. At that time, I didn’t know why I was so good at talking. Maybe children were used to listening to adults patting each other, and they learned it subtly. Even if an ignorant and ignorant child uttered these words, any girl would still feel happy when they heard them. When I said that, of course she would be happier, so she said to me, since you like my sister, if my sister wants to play games with you, would you like it? I said okay, what shall we play, let’s play poker, compare the size, and lose to candy. In my impression at the time, this was the only way to play poker, because adults were afraid that their children would learn to fight landlords and so on, and they would gamble money in the future. When children were young, they used poker to teach numbers. The eldest sister said to me, you are so smart and can count. I pinched my nose and said, my sister won’t play poker with you today, that’s not fun, my sister wants to play something else with you, do you like it? I looked at my eldest sister innocently and asked her, what kind of game is that? She said it’s very simple, let’s guess the game, rock paper scissors is the easiest, if my sister loses, I will get out of the car and buy you ice cream, okay? I was so happy when I heard it, because ice cream is my favorite, this sister wants to buy it for me, I really like her to death! But just as she was having fun, she put her mouth in front of my ear and said, if you lose, you will be a puppy for my sister. What kind of concept can a child have for the puppy she said, I agreed without thinking, blinking my eyes innocently and said, being a puppy is very simple, I often bark like our puppy, isn’t it just Wangwangwang? Anyway, if you win, there will be ice cream to eat. That’s a promise, come and hang up with my sister and don’t change. After pulling the hook, I started punching. In the first few rounds, I really won, oh yes, one ice cream, two, three. . . I was beautiful, but I didn’t expect to lose this time. I wanted to be a puppy for my sister. I barked a few times like a puppy, and I said it’s okay. I didn’t expect my sister to shake her head in disappointment. How can this be a puppy? Isn’t a puppy like this? What is that, I asked my eldest sister curiously. At this time, the eldest sister made a movement, opened her legs, said to me, and knelt down in front of her. Why do you have to kneel? When I was young, I only knelt down after I did something wrong. Naturally, she refused. No matter how hard an adult is, she is more concerned than a child. She knew that I wanted to eat ice cream and said to me, youIf you don’t want to kneel down in front of your sister, I won’t buy it for you after getting out of the car, and you will die of hunger! When I think about kneeling down, I can eat ice cream, and it doesn’t hurt anyway, so just kneel down, of course, a child can’t