Repressed Desires

If you aren’t 18, you can’t follow my blog, or blogs like mine. You can’t contact people who run adult blogs, you can’t submit or dominate or anything.

You’re messing with stuff that can ruin people’s lives. It’s malicious. You CANNOT pretend that you are ignorant; almost all blogs like mine have 18+ in their bio.

On at least two separate occasions someone under 18 has pretended to be an adult so they could talk with me. I always ask for age, and both of these people lied to me. I always cease communication once it becomes apparent that they aren’t 18. Nothing makes me angrier or more frightened. Not only do kids who do this put themselves at risk, they also place a legal question mark over the people they interact with.

I am this close to simply interpreting “18″ as code for “under 18″ and blocking people on sight.

“Damn.  Not bad…” I say with my math teacher’s sexy voice.  

“Didn’t know you were hiding all this muscle tone.  Just thought you were thin and fit,” I keep saying out loud as I get some good pics of that shit.  

Mr. Winter was actually a really nice guy.  He stayed late to tutor me, and he protected me from the bullies…but that’s what made me want to use him for some bad boy fun…