I am a little gun-shy about releasing this kind of personal info about me, but I figured I need to come clean sometime even amongst a community I don’t really care for. As you are aware, I am a registered sex offender as stated by the New York City Department of Justice via 12-04-2005. Most of you are that I am a pedophile and that I like small boys, girls, adult females, and even adult males if they are attractive enough. I’ll get along the point of this thread though, as I feel I need to get this off my chest since I was arrested in Chicago and face pending prison time (gonna plead guilty).


A friend name Julio invited me over to his apartment because his girlfriend was out of town at her parents. I normally chill with him to play street fighter 3rd strike, as I am probably one of the best players outside of Team Rushdown for the east coast; however, we had to cut our session short since he had to run an errand (booty call) and needed a quick babysitter and I had nothing to do. His daughter is a year old and some change, brownish hair infant practically and very quiet most of the time. I did him a favor for free because I figured nothing is going on anyway and we could assemble the others later for some chaos matches in Magic The Gathering.

So there I was, looking down at the crib at my friend’s little offspring and I began to analyze her form as I do anyone I encounter long enough. I examine the dimensions of her curves, hair, eye color, lips, clothing, surroundings, toys, blankets, and even pillow for some reason. I have a condition I guess for looking into things, but I resumed some solo street fighter games and facebook shenanigans. I started to browse 4chan’s /a/ section as I usually do for some laughs and got really bored with Stein;gate threads because I have a majority of the female everyone likes (I always download her image dumps). So I click on /h/ knowing full well no one but me was here, the baby laying on her back making random noises. I start looking at very good material and started to get erect, “He’ll be gone for a few hours..” I thought to myself, though guilt tried to prevent me from doing this in the presence of his daughter – I couldn’t resist.

After a good time getting immersed, I stared back at the crib. It has been a week since my Minnesota trip that I last felt pussy. No one was here, just me and her. Felicia was her name, and I got extremely curious. I walked to her resting area and picked her up slightly and by the time she went to my waist, she brushed her diaper onto the tip of my head. My breathing stuttered slightly as I continued to grind her against me while she was clueless to what’s going on. The fresh smell of paper powder tickled my senses as I indicated she was completely clean. I laid her down on Julio’s bed with her legs spread apart, removing the plastic traps her with the wondering thoughts I shouldn’t have been feeling. What laid before me was an exposed slit taking up a good portion of her lower region. Her skin pale white and not a trace of hair on the pelvis as my finger gently slid up her labia. My index felt the dry heat from her vagina while my finger contoured when it pressed the digit on her clitoris.

I inhaled deeply as I dove in. My tongue we tongue smearing her undeveloped skin. There was a deafening silence from her as I heard her breathing change rapidly with each lick of my tongue. Over time I slide a smidgen of my index finger inside her and she began to gargle slightly. I stood above her and rested my appendage between her, but only a portion of my head could fit between these soft lips. My hand stroking myself as I rubbed her up and down because my attempt to insert my penis inside was met with resistance. When I was finished, she began to murmur sounds with my white coat lined her tiny vagina with semen. I used a baby-wipe, changed her diaper, and brought her back in the crib. The look of startled confusion on her face perturbed me, but I was confident I wouldn’t have gotten caught. Two hours later her father returned and asked how board I was, taking the precautionary measure of deleting the firefox history (he isn’t very bright with computers anyway). We played Street Fighter and he thanked me for doing him a favor. I told him it wasn’t anything for a true friend, and that the pleasure was mine.