| Mom's Journal Hi. You may recognize me from a reality series about moms and their daughters caught up in the lifestyle of competitive dance. In all honesty that noteriety does nothing for me. I would rather not even mention the drama and animose that goes on both on and off camera. My love and my passion is dance. More than that there is a comaraderie that is created by the dedication and sacrifice required in the pursuit of excellence. I share affinity with the other girls in our studio and the sacrifices they and our moms make every single day... But the true revelation that put my life and my desires in context was the epiphany that occured after I found my mom's private journal... Although I am only 13 (bear with we - let's all assume this is fantasy) I have heard enough profanity and animose to have become thoroughly jaded about lost innocence and not having an actual childhood. Not that I miss the mundane and petty banality that other girls my age seem to revel in. Their obsession with social media and sexting each other or their boyfriends has seemingly robbed them of any chance of innocence as well. Trust me -- preteen girls LOVE sex. More than sex, I believe we love the attention and adulation that proceeds the act of really 'doing' it. It is electronic forplay gone awry. So much for a normal childhood I suppose. Nonetheless the ambition that drives me and my mom is the same kind of energy that other like minded dancers have brought forth in our endeavors. We are all so willing to show everyone our deepest expressions of beauty and motion. And if the truth be known; dancing is like fucking in public. So much can be said with thought and movement. So...now that I have come to grips with who I am and why I so love being unique; I feel compelled to express my joy. People can feel me while I am on stage. And knowing that my mother is feeling my every desire and emotion vicariously both through me and with me, makes the thought of making love with her as soon after my performance as possible just downright exihilerating. It is these thoughts and expressions that brought me here to this outlet...to share these incestious and sapphic desires with those that will want to 'have' me in spiritually sensual yet carnal fantasies. Okay -- The beginning of a new world -- Time: Three years ago. I have just turned ten years old. Preparations are being made for a party at our house by the pool. All my dance class and friends from school wll be here. My mom has run to the store for last minute decorations. Soon after she had left I sneaked into her locked bedroom closet to peek to see if I got the shoes I had been begging my mom for. My dad, whom is never around anymore, was away on business, but had left his closet door unlocked. An attic access panel connected to my mom's walk in closet. It was so exciting being in the midst of all her opulant dresses and night gowns. Instead of my birthday presents, I stumbled upon a gift far more thrilling and life altering -- my mother's private journal. She had been writing about me turning ten that day -- I read that last entry first. "Oh Chloe, I am so proud of you my love. You have grown to be so graceful and beautiful. I wish that I could tell you how much I want to protect you and be with you always. I fear that you will grow up and leave me...and that all the closeness we have shared since your first dance class years and years ago will grow ever more faint in your memory. Or that how I have grown so apart from your father...that you are the only joy and love in my life. -- though I would never have the courage to act on my deep feelings for you. You will never know how I feel imagining kissing your lips and smelling you fragrant neck...taking you to my bed and making passionate love to you...Instead, like always, Tonight I will replay your last dance routine in my mind and masturbate while imagining you turgid, sweating and naked...while you seductively move ever closer, beckoning me to suck your glorious pristine vagina"... to be continued - with Mom and preteen friends... |