I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... I discussed that. But I couldn't leave these little girls now. With your traveling, they need companionship. My mother is also in agreement with this, and she said you should go speak with her, please." "Fine. I'll go speak with your mother now. My job is getting bigger again. I will be gone most of every week, and it would be much better if you just moved in permanently. You would have to stay overnight much more. Of course, your pay will be increased. Is she home now?" "Yes Sir, she is," I said. Mr. Gross and Mama spoke at some length that evening. I had the strangest feeling that there was more going on than just my work situation.. My feeling's for the family were much stronger than when I first started and to my surprise, I looked forward with delight to the days he would be home with us all. I could feel a pull to him that was hard to explain. In retrospect, my darling, loving Mama and Mrs. Mazzeti must have been very pleased with the progress thus far. ooo Little Lilly, dear granddaughter I must now become very candid with you. You and I have always been very open to discussing your boyfriends and what they wanted from you as you grew and developed into the sensuous young woman you are today. I know the advice I gave you about your virginity, sexual awareness, and activity often seemed old fashioned. Bear with me now, my dear, and you will see why I tried to guide you as I did. Your sexual development and experience and mine are very similar. Are you surprised? ooo My ...

... feelings for Mr. Gross were quite intense at times. Many nights when I performed my evening ablutions, washing my body with cold water from the basin in my room, my fingers would stray to my sex. I don't know when I became aware of my sexual feelings as a young girl, but it was some good time after my menstrual period began. The pleasures of my fingers seeking their way through my hairy bush were so intense at times. If I were thinking about Mr. Gross, they could make me swoon as the pulses shot from my waist to my legs, and even to my breasts. Putting my fingers deep inside myself and exploring brought me such added pleasure that I sometimes played with myself for more than an hour. I was not worried when he wasn't at home about anyone hearing my soft moans of ecstasy. Now when I had moved in permanently though, many weekends I had to stuff my nightgown into my mouth and chew frantically on the hem to stifle them so he would not hear. You may be shocked that a young maiden such as I could behave this way in an era of supposed innocence and purity of young women. Not so. When I was still in school several girls left in shame and secrecy after their pregnancy 'bump' became noticed. We girls talked about boys a good deal, and the intimacies that were revealed were anything but 'innocent and pure.' There was also a good deal less privacy in the days of my youth. Smaller houses with thin walls did not prevent us from hearing our parents engaged in passionate lovemaking. The last ...