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Ok, so let’s just chill for a minute and recap what happened at her place.
Let’s do it objectively.
She offered me ice-cream.
She used her thigh to touch mine.
She complimented my looks.
She planted a kiss on my cheeks without my consent.
And she did it twice again without my consent.
She asked me to do the same and I did.
She then kissed my lips without my consent.
She touched and caress my dick underneath my shorts without my consent.
Finally she grabbed my dick underneath my shorts and held it for a prolong period again without my consent.
Next, she offered the same ice cream and TV package to me if I were to go back to her place again.
All the above happened to me at 11 years old.
Now let’s change the protagonist gender.
Let’s make Ivy a man and he is call Ivan.
Make me into either John or Judy, doesn’t matter.
And then the same narrative happened.
U will clearly see that Ivy or Ivan has now become a
sex predator
and
pedophile
.
They tricked me with the guise of a treat. TV and Ice cream.
For all honesty, I am not sure at all if Ivy really had the intention to trick me into submission in the beginning.
But if I were to go to the authorities, there is absolutely no way she can get out of it.
I want to emphasize this part is to raise awareness on the situation that involves a minor.
Doesn’t matter Ivy was a woman while I am a boy.
Most of us including me now would think that it was such a fortunate ‘incident’.
And let me be painfully truthful again, at that moment there wasn’t any sense of sexual gratification on my part.
I haven’t got the talk about the birds and bees yet from my parents.
No sex education for P5 at that time yet.
Of course, I don’t need any sympathy or judging on this.
I just want to share that a lot of times, the victims are unknowing victims, and they are not ‘asking for it’.
Let’s not place ourselves in the position of the likes of Ivy or myself knowingly.
There are ways to have fun and be legal about it.
Leave the young ones alone.
I love SYT too. But only if they are 18 and above.
And remember this, for a minor a consent is never a consent, and it will never be in the eyes of the law.
Ok, this is all I want to emphasize.
Will continue what happened next when I returned to Ivy’s place.
After I left Ivy’s place, for the rest of that day I was baffled.
I was delighted that she kissed me and said I was handsome.
It felt good.
I was also confused with her touching my thighs and dick which was a first for me.
At that age, my knowledge of boy-girl relationship climaxed at the kissing part.
That was the ‘peak’ to me, my 11-year-old self.
The touching and fondling of my dick left me really confused.
I kept the whole experience to myself.
I knew very well if I were to tell my gang, absolutely none of them would believe.
I kept mum about the whole thing and went on the rest of the day confused, delighted and curious.
Next day, I planned to go to Ivy’s again.
I was hoping she get to kiss me again but leave the dick touching out.
I was more ready to have the kissing part because it resembled everything I saw in the movies, romance.
And I want that part.
I was determined to get kissed, have ice cream and watch any HK drama.
I was also determined to let Ivy know that the touching and fondling of my dick must stop as I don’t feel comfortable at all.
As I was getting ready to go over her place after I have done my chores and homework, my mom asked me to run an errand for her.
To get rolls of toilet paper from the provision shop.
I grumbled and hastily made my way to the provision shop.
At the shop, I saw my classmate and he showed me his new electronic game from Nintendo, Game and Watch.
He showed me how to play and I was hooked.
I spent the next 45 mins or so totally immersed in the game and forgot about the time.
When I remembered, I quickly made my way back home.
My mom blasted me as usual and for punishment, I was made to go back to the provision shop to buy a bag of charcoal and deliver it to my grandma who lived just opposite of our block.
By the time I was done, about an hour had passed.
Ivy didn’t give me an exact time to go to her place so I thought given all the delays, I would still be able to make good timing.
I arrived at her unit’s door about 90 mins later than the previous day.
No one was home. Gate was locked and latched.
I was crushed. I was so looking forward for another kiss.
Tuesday bombed.
Wednesday, I already planned not be involved in anything else except for making good time to Ivy’s place immediately after my homework and house chores were done.
Lunched, homework and chores done by 12:30pm. Good time I thought.
I told my mom I will over at my one of gang’s place watching HK drama and will be before dinner time.
I went up 2 floors and arrived at Ivy’s.
She was home as I can hear the radio playing in the unit.
She answered the door.
She was dressed in the most casual way, tank top with bra straps exposed and those short shorts again.
She smiled at me and asked why I am late by a day.
Before I can reply she held my hand and pull me in her unit.
I told her by the time I came the day before, she was not home.
So I am in early.
She said there was no need to rush because it was her rest day and she let out a big smile.
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I would like thank all those supportive and positive comments here in my thread.
I will continue my sharing shortly.
Meanwhile i wish everyone a fruitful and fantastic week ahead
I noticed she just cleared her dining table, assumed it was lunch.
She asked me if I wanted the same flavour of Ice cream as before and I said ok.
She sat down with the ice cream scooped into the cups again and handed me with spoon in it.
I gladly took it and I asked why was she not eating it with me.
To that she replied she just had lunch and that was last amount of ice cream.
Not enough for two but she don’t mind.
I told her that we could share as I also just had lunch.
It was a genuine offer from me as I was taught to be polite and respectful to adults and elders.
Ivy was smiling and replied sharing the ice cream would be the best option.
And she went to take another spoon.
