I'm a lesbian with tendency toward pedophilia. Apparently.

Or at least this is what I've concluded from a short 5 minute prompt in Creative Writing from earlier today.

The assignment was to carefully characterize a description from the board, in order to help build our skills for later short story writing.

After debating between the "cranky, spinster, old woman" and the "young, innocent girl", I decided to go with the latter.
Little did I know that I would soon be verbally raping her via pen on paper.

Allow me to share a small, amateur excerpt to better convey the origins of my post title:


"She was at the tender age in which she was quite aware of the attention her budding body claimed but didn't yet know what to do with the strangers gazes and glances that came her way. Her countenance beamed rosy cheeks and bee-stung lips with hair the color of the forest's autumn leaves, and two almonds, swirling all the greens of it's summer beds, flashing beneath a silken brow. Her smile was timid and seemed to make more of a frown at the corners than a grin, still her blushing face glimmered upon every flash of teeth. Her torso moved as though she had just left a meadow at dusk, and it was this air that filled her white linen dress with swaying hips evocative of a grandfather clock's pendulum. Her name was Ava and never before had three letters dripped with such sweetness of breath that perfumed my lungs with glee. After a while my pulsing organ of fire slowed to the pace of her pelvis so that I was synchronized to the beat of her virgin midriff..."

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Virgin midriff?!
Wtf, Leah. Wtf.


I wonder if this means I'll have to resign my babysitting jobs.
Though this concoction of my imagination is the obvious product of too many Lifetime movies and a long-lasting appreciation for Alice in Wonderland, you know I wanted to get on that shit.

Ah, well at least I found out before I continued down the wrong path of heterosexual exploitations relations. Who know, perhaps I was a Catholic priest in a past life.