1. This is Not a story about sex It is a story of on


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Sex Humor, Author: cooltow, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    moved in together. Six or so later he begun to sexually abuse me. I don't have any memory of the abuse, I do remember the place that it happened and the brain washing. Him telling me that If I told I would get in trouble so I didn't tell as a matter of fact I stopped talking all together. I became withdrawn and standoffish. I tried to make myself smaller that I already was. My Teachers realized something was wrong but they thought I had a learning disability and so I was tested and placed in Special Ed. This continued till I was 11 years old and then it happened he gave me a STD. I didn't know what a STD was but something was not right so I told my 4th grade teacher. and all shit broke loss. The day after I turned 12 years old my mother boyfriend was arrested and charged with Sexual Abuse of a Minor, Contributing to the Delinquency of a Minor and ****. The District Attorney said I was an unreliable witness and refused to prosecute the case. The case was sent to the Grand Jury were bound him over for trial. For the next year it was Doctors and Lawyers playing the game. In the end I would plead guilty to one count of sexual abuse and sentenced 4 year in a state hospital to under go treatment he got out in one he would later violate probation and be sent back to prison to serve out his time. I never received any counseling or treatment of any type I was on my own. For this I blame my mother. A short time after the court case I came down with appendicitis. Late one night ...
    after mother had left the hospital in to my room walked the person that I hadn't seen in six years. There was Rick carrying a white Teddy Bear. He has never told me how he knew about me being sick or the court case but he had driven from Lakeland Fl to Chattanooga Tenn to bring me that Bear. He sat with me thru the night till I fell a sl**p and the next morning he was gone. I didn't know it at the time but it would be another six years before I would see him again. By the time I was 13 year old I was in the beginnings of my d**g addiction I was smoking weed and drinking just a little at first. Mother was a week head so it was easy to get, I just need a way to pay for it. I desided I could be come a d**g dealer or a whore and since the Fed's were handing out huge amounts of prison time for a tiny amount of dope. I decided whore was safer from a prison point of view. I also realized I didn't have to be whore per say just a slut. By being a slut I could get anything I wanted all the weed, cocaine, and whiskey I could smoke, snort, and drink free for doing something I liked. By the time I was 16 years old mother had be kicked out of her house for not paying the rent and we had moved into motel room. Mother decided it was better if I moved in with her youngest s****r. I drop out of high school and mover in with my aunt. Now I need a real job but who going to hire a 16 year old dropout. So I use my 22 year old aunts birth certificate and social security card and headed to Jackson Co ...
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