For several years I have written words of erotic pleasures, my once provincial ways now etched deeply within those folds of life’s choices. It could... not have happened as I once was, but now I have changed and so has my way of thinking things such as incest wrong. So, I am guessing the best way to tell the tale is to begin at the beginning and then tell of the happenings on a day fated for remembrance, Easter Day 2010. I am older now, actually 60 years young in mind and body both. I remain fit. Obviously, if you can't admit what you are then you will never be happy. I'm sorry if I'm being bitchy, but don't you think you should?"I paused, realizing that this teenager had hit the nail on the head, and then said, "You don't know my story, it's hard for me. I've been through a few things that have messed me up." It's not easy for any of us to be gay and face the ridicule. I've had it better than most, being raised by an understanding mother. But don't even think that we don't notice the. “I’m going to call them, then I’ll probably head to the hospital.”“I’m going as soon as the police let me,” she said.I said goodbye and hung up the phone.“What’s wrong?” Sofia asked, sitting up in bed.“Becky tried to commit suicide. She took an overdose of something.”“Oh no! And you’re going to the hospital?”“Yes. But I think I’m going to call her parents first. The police will call, I’m sure, but I feel the need to do it.”Sofia got out of bed and came over and put her arm around me. I dialed. I get undressed and lie on my bed. I caress and rub my breasts. I twist and play with my nipples. Then I’d rub my pussy lips and play with my clitoris. I slowly put one finger into my wet pussy and just fuck myself with my finger. It felt so good and then I’d slip maybe two fingers and play for a while. My pussy got so wet, when I played with my wet cunt.I like to imagine that maybe some man out there is eating my pussy. I play with my breasts and fuck myself with my fingers. I’ll tell you that.