I don’t know what brought this memory to mind at one o’clock in the morning. Maybe it was a combination of uncomfortable heat and daylight saving time messing with my sleep pattern, but I thought about the boy who was the first person to touch me in a sexual manner before I really knew what a “sexual manner” was. I was 11 and he was 17, serving as the mate on a trotro my mother held the title for until …
Category: Underage
When I was a kid, I was physically more developed at a younger age than most of the kids in my classroom and my year group. By age 10, I was already 5’2″ and had started …
