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But...He's Within the Legal Age Limit!?

So, I've "dated" a wide age range of guys - wider age range is in the older direction but won't say how much older. But with a little brother who's just turning 21 it's hard to swallow when I realize a guy I'm talking to is that age. Ick! Makes me feel like a cougar...me-ow! Although 6 years is hardly cause for the feeling, still. Little brother...remember when he was in diapers...hard to think of HIM doing the dirty deed so to think about someone the same age that way, well, makes me feel creepy. But it has happened a couple times, once I knew he was that age and once I was lied to although I should have know better *shaking head at myself* Stupid party bus...

Anyway, there is one of the above mentioned that I still text/talk to back and forth on a fairly regular basis. It feels weird and wrong *shudder* to think about his age so I try not to think about it. But it's hard NOT to think of him that way...because, well, he's so...DIRTY!! I mean, he makes ME blush at times. I am suppossed to be the older one here, the more experienced one...more up to speed on the naughty side of things but I can hardly keep up with his dirty little mind! Dang porn...look what its done to our youth *sigh*. (LOL jk, that's the cougar side coming out in me). I mean, not that he's bringing up anything I wasn't already aware of or maybe have refused to do in the past ...you want to do what in my face??!? Uuh uh, not happenin!! Gross. Who gets turned on by these sorts of things?? Well, duh, I guess it would be cool for the guy. Wait, what was I talking about I got off track...

Oh yeah, my young boy...He's so cute, I even think his name is cute, so even though there's no interest of any kind of relationship with him, I still talk to him and egg him on when he's starts talkin like a freak. Sick aren't I?? I even went and hung out with him and some of his friends one night at a house party. A-W-K-W-A-R-D. Talk about feeling a little o l d. I just kept thinking, can we hurry up and LEAVE already... oh yeah, like that should have made me feel better. Come on baby lets get out of here, i want to take you home and molest you...want a peice of candy?? Ew...I feel dirty. o.O

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