Five (5) Short Stories by Pia - Sex Stories

Five (5) Short Stories by Pia

Most of you know me, Mariel, and for years I have mentioned my daughter, the precarious and wonderfully uplifting Pia. Teens are not blank canvases for your fantasies, as many writers try to convey in their stories, yes they can and some will allow that extra step, but more for their own curiosity, than the man's pleasure, but when put together, they are both the same, as from my own experience, I wanted to see the man cum because of who I was, just as much as he wanted to put his seed into something considered i*****l. I now hand you over to my girl, and through her short stories I hope she will convey the confusing life a girl goes through when looking and interacting with men, I think you might be surprised, and pleasantly encouraged.Because it's my daughter, I urge you to communicate your thoughts with her thinkings, after all, it might be the only time you get to chat with a girl of 14, please comment seriously. Hi I'm, Pia and I would like to sit down with you and talk sex. As mother has pointed out I'm just 14, but yesteryear's 17. Thanks to the internet we learn more, see more, and experience things sexual, that were locked away and out of sight. Now it's open, and if you visit sites, you can see openly, girls my age fingering themselves, and if I am going to be honest with you, I am no angel, I have done it a lot myself, and gone a bit further. A girl is wonderfully complex person with her own perspective. She’s still trying to sort herself out and figure out what ...

... she wants and who she wants to be, when it comes to sex, masturbation is natural and a release valve for a girl of 14, but as I have said, I have on occasions, gone further, these are my short stories, please comment, I plan to read the them.1. It started in the morning, in the aptly named 'Sweetie Shop'. I learned quickly one day, as I framed myself in the doorway to my favourite sweet shop. I peered through the glass door at all the mouth watering jars filled with sugary delights in jars filled to the brim. What I was unaware off was the morning sun shining through my thin summer dress, from my back, illuminating my thigh gap and the girlish contours to the old man who owned the shop. He came to the door and opened it, invited me to step inside, and choose some sweets, gratis free. I soon learned from another girl what it was he was doing, and as I had a sweet fix, I entertained his perversion. 'Why do you like to look at me like that', I asked him openly, and he showed me some photographs he had taken when I stood in the doorway. I looked at them and saw he could see me as if I was without my dress, 'What would you give me if I took my pants off? His face darkened and his mouth opened, 'Anything in the shop Pia' I reached up under my dress and dropped my panties, walked back to the door, and opened my legs wide, letting the sun warm my inner thighs, and his eyes see the outline of my delicate lips, and curvature of my buttocks. He reached into a Jar and took out a handful of ...