And give her her first orgasm and take her virginity. I could teach her about the male body and I could learn about the female body. It would be the best thing ever. Then afterwards we would cuddle up and go to sleep.
btw chances of ever doing a girl early enough to give her her first orgasm is very low.
Girls as young as 9 months old have acted like they're having an orgasm (of course no one can tell for sure), and girls start masturbating extremely young.
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VIPPER2006-07-18 4:49
>>17
Don't come back to this thread, you're slashing down my dreams
>>17
sure, it's physically possible for baby girls to have orgasms, but how many actually do? probably about 0.1%. And by the age of, say 12, probably only 20% max have ever had an orgasm (number estimated simply by doubling the 10% of 12yo girls that masturbate)
Oh, and I looked it up, 18% of girls masturbate by the time they're 10, so you assume that, on top of the amount of girls raped, or who were fooling around, or who didn't admit to it, or who just had a random orgasm, and yeah... i'd imagine at least 60+%
>>42
I am inclined to beleive that girls don't frequently orgasm during actual rape. And what constitutes "random orgasm"? Just suddenly orgasming? I don't think that that is all too common.
Speak for yourself faggot. I also get laid daily with very hot girls.
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VIPPER2006-07-22 3:16
Copied from my blog, footnotes in parenthesis:
It's a hot summer night, I fall asleep watching the History channel. It's a seamless transition. I'm lying on the davenport watching herr Goering do whatever it is that crazy Prussianophiles do and I blink and the room is suddenly silent. I sit up in the suddenly dark room and the front door opens. Accompanied by a veritable wave of sound, friends flood into the house. I would normally be perturbed at this turn of events, but hey, it's a dream.
Someone sits next to me on the couch, and asks me to turn on the set. No problem, I take the remote control in hand and depress the power button. Zilch, nada. I think, maybe the batteries are dead, so I excuse myself into the kitchen (keep a stock of batteries of various types in the drawers). I'm stopped dead in my tracks, however. In front of me stands Brian Hanson (High School Drama Teacher), leering, perpetually grinning face distorted. To be perfectly clear, I'm not sure what it is about his face that is distorted, but there is something disturbing to his countenance. His unnatural smile splits and he begins to talk. Unlike the others, I can't hear him. Though it is obvious that he is discoursing at some length, there is no sound coming from his mouth. He presents me with a bowl. I look at it and it's filled to the brim with water. He starts talking more rapidly, and tries to force the bowl into my hands. I run away from the kitchen at this point, the Hanson-thing does not follow.
Back in the living room, I see Brenden Lee and Branden Messerschmitt (classmates) are having an angry argument. They rush out the door into the parking lot, and I follow intending to break up the argument. When I leave the safety of the door I'm overcome by a strange sensation of unease. The darkness of the parking lot isn't friendly. To my sharp surprise, The parking lot is filled people, all sitting in pairs and facing away from me. It is deadly quiet. I start walking through them, and peering at faces. to my growing horror, they are all Brenden and Branden. Each pair of them glares at me as I pass. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, at this point. I walk away from the scene to the side of my home, which is completely black. I don't remember what happened to me then, with the exception that I feel queasy recounting that part of the dream. It could not have been pleasant.
The next thing I remember is being completely encased in inky black stillness, and my entire body being cold. Suddenly, a light appears above me, and I'm warm again. The light is good. I'm lying on my back, on a row of desks in my old Health classroom. Students busy themselves around me, some of them are holding instruments. Sharp, metallic things, Scalpels, maybe. I don't know why, but I have the overwhelming impulse to trust the expressionless faces moving around me. I blink, and the scene has changed. I'm in my science classroom, still prone on a line of desks. I sit up suddenly, and the my jovial Biology teacher is seated at his desk. The classroom is otherwise empty, I think. A shiver of cold grasps my mind, he has no head, his body lies splayed crudely in his customary desk chair.
Suddenly, I see that the room is not empty. Seated everywhere around the room are attentive housecats, peering unblinkingly at me with human eyes. This is the shock that wakes me from deep sleep to awakeness. A scream is pulled from me: "Cats!". I say that because I did not consciously decide to scream, but it happened on nstinctive reflex. It's difficult to describe, but I cried out both in my dream and in reality at the same time. The effect was disconcerting to me. I had the impression for a moment of having two mouths, two stomachs, two bodies that reconciled into one, both screaming. I'm lying, face up on the couch, the room is silent and dark (neither I nor my parents turned off the television...) and I'm staring up at the silhouette of Lynn Gaither (another classmate), maybe? I say maybe because the person's face was completely in shadow, I could only make out the profile of a feminine figure standing above me, grinning with the exact same unnatural smile that adorned the Hanson effigy in my dream. For a second, I'm lying there, completely back in awakeness, but with this strange faceless product of my dream standing over me. I blink and it's gone, but except for no longer being able to see it, I can almost still feel it standing there watching me.
Andy Mcmillan (friend of mine) thinks I was abducted by aliens. I don't take much stock in the supernatural, but after lying there completely still (and completely freaked out) for what seemed like an eternity (I could not tear my eyes from the spot where I saw the figure), I screwed up my courage and turned to face the electronic clock. The entire experience, from the last time I checked the clock before I started dozing off to when I checked the clock after waking up, took only eight minutes. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, and whenever I faced away from that spot by the couch, the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood straight on end.
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VIPPER2006-07-22 5:11
>>1
stop being a bitch and manipulate a loli to do what you want.
simple.
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VIPPER2006-07-22 8:20
i am the loli you have been looking for all your life
>>50
i'm a girl, thank you very much. hard to believe, but yes.
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VIPPER2006-07-24 0:45
i am eating a funnel tube
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VIPPER2006-07-24 4:56
#17, you are actually right.
We as human beings, actually start stimulating ourselves inside our mothers wombs.
this is before actual birth. It is a natural process of learning that we don't even think about. Now we actually don't produce any fluids until a few years older, but the act of self simulation/masturbation is done now and for the past, well since human beings have been human beings.
Don't let those moral, short coming, religous, self-rightous, judges tell you any different. it is a proven fact.
Shouldn't be easy to find during research, especially if you have had any basic biology, medical training, etc...
One thing I would like to point out, me being a christian, but against those religious zealots.
Even in the bible, some girl named Mary, hummmmm, wasn't legal either.
That is how far our society has declined over the past 2000 years. It was good enough for our christ, for elvis, for buddah,etc... but for the common man, it is called perversion.
say, if a grown man and a loli have a sexual relationship, and both enjoy it, and no one ever finds out, and the loli isnt mentally or physically traumatised at all, even in the future, is it still wrong?
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VIPPER2007-01-23 4:40
yep. go do some research on child abuse victims that grow up
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VIPPER2007-01-23 8:42
you win the interlolibutts.
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VIPPER2007-01-24 6:10
>>65
No.
But it can't happen, so your argument is void.
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VIPPER2007-01-24 6:40
Oh god, I wish someone would have sexually abused me when I was younger :'(
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VIPPER2007-01-24 10:08
Don't worry you have a chance in your next life.Just kill yourself.
I think we should like this:
1. Hurdle all the pedophiles into one giant room.
2. Hurdle all the christfags and moralfags into the same room.
3. Hurdle all the lolis into that same giant humongous room.
4. Tie all the christfags and all the moralfags up.
4. Kill off everyone OUTside the room.
5. Film the despair of the christfags as we save humanity from extinction.
6. Release as boxoffice hit.
7. Watch your daughters grow up.
7. Rent the boxoffice hit.
8. Buy some popcorn.
9. Pop the popcorn.
10. Seat the daughter of your choice into your lap.
11. Make her have her first little orgasm to the screams and cries of the christfags and the moralfags.
12. Train her to get turned on by the lament of christfags and moralfags.
13. Give her a big gun.
14. Send her off to defend humanity against any possible origins of these faggot scum.