{"id":229,"date":"2023-07-23T01:39:52","date_gmt":"2023-07-23T01:39:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/femdomworld.org\/index.php\/2023\/07\/23\/ride-me-remember\/"},"modified":"2023-07-23T01:39:52","modified_gmt":"2023-07-23T01:39:52","slug":"ride-me-remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/femdomworld.org\/index.php\/2023\/07\/23\/ride-me-remember\/","title":{"rendered":"ride me remember"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author: prretyfoot<\/strong>
\nWord count: 6699<\/strong>
\nFrom the beginning of my memory until now, it seems that I have been ridden by girls. I don’t know why, the girls are so special
\nDon’t like to ride me.<\/p>\n

When I was young, all the children of my age in our community were girls, and I was the only boy.
\n, I will play with them. We used to play a game called pommel horse and they said I was boy strong
\n, just let me be a pommel horse for them to jump on. I was very proud when I heard that I was strong, so I bent down and supported it with both hands.
\nSay on the lap, “Jump.”<\/p>\n

One of them ran towards me and put his hands on my back and jumped. Instead of jumping over, he rode on my back.
\nOn the neck, buttocks sat on the back of my head, they all laughed, and I laughed when I saw that she didn’t jump over
\n. As a result, the ones behind didn’t jump over, and they all just rode on my head. They were very happy and giggling. from
\nAfter that, they called me when they came out to play, and they jumped and rode on my head again and again.
\nI said, “You guys can’t jump, let’s do something else.”<\/p>\n

They laughed and said, “If you can’t jump, you have to practice.”<\/p>\n

I was right when I heard it, so I purposely squatted down to make it easier to jump, but they still couldn’t jump over. I see
\nThey are not in a hurry, so I should practice slowly with them, and I will jump over one day, but I remember
\nThey never jumped over. It can be said that the good times of those girls’ childhood were naughty riding on my head
\nspent.<\/p>\n

Later I went to elementary school, because I never played with boys since I was a child, so the boys in the class didn’t play with me.
\nAnd I get along really well with the girls. After a long time, the girls found that I was honest, and they all came to bully me. especially
\nEspecially my deskmate, she takes up more than half of the desk in class, leaving only a small piece for me, and she can do everything
\nIf I don’t listen to her, she will tell the teacher that I bully her. My class teacher just graduated from normal school
\nMy little girl, she likes my colleague very much, saying she is smart and beautiful, as long as my colleague tells my class
\nThe director definitely reprimanded me and said: She is a girl, I can’t bully her, I have to give her more. my colleague has
\nSometimes I deliberately put the eraser on the ground for me to pick it up, and I bent down to pick it up, and the same person stepped on my head with his foot and put the rubber on my head.
\nThere were many footprints on my face, and then I picked up the eraser and wiped it clean and returned it to my fellow, my fellow was sweet
\nlaugh. Sometimes the erasers rolled under the front table and I was asked to pick them up, so I had to crawl from under the table to the front table
\nNext, the girl in front deliberately spread her legs apart, and as soon as I got under her legs, she clamped my neck with her feet,
\nMake my face completely stick to her feet, and my deskmate will step on my back. Sometimes I have to go out after class
\n, the same position let me get out from under her step, and get in again during class. The head teacher saw it in his eyes, not only didn’t care but also
\nShe smiled knowingly, and said to me: “Boys, you should let the girls go, it’s okay.”

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Author: prretyfoot Word count: 6699 From the beginning …<\/p>\n

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