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Unforgettable


Dark room with nothing but the television on sitting next to each other in a lonely house... No one there but us two... Your hand on my knee but slowly making its way up "what's going on?" my mind going thousand miles per hour freaking out at this sudden movement, I'm only fifteen what do I do what do I say... You stare at me and I feel my heart start racing in fear you lean in and softly kiss my cheek your hand now on my inner thigh. I'm afraid, afraid of what will happen next, afraid of what you will do to me, afraid of the darkness in your eyes. You unbutton my jeans putting your hand inside touching me I want to scream but nothing comes out of my mouth, wanting to run but my feet don't seem to be functioning.
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