FOREWORD

`Idyllic Island' Episodes 1 and 2 give the full backstory but are not necessary to read. This diary series chronicles the sexual relationship of a 43-year-old man and a blonde and pretty 8-year-old girl. On the island, marriage between two such ages is legal, and he (Mark) and she (Amy) are husband and wife.

Yes, it is of course fantasy, and the author does not condone sex between adults and children - but only the private dreams of it. If the topic is uncomfortable to you, do not read, otherwise... enjoy!

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PEDO ISLAND DIARY     Monday 26th March 2012.

`Sofa-lovemaking' with my 8-year-old wife.

Hi, I'm the guy who has regular sex with an 8-year-old girl, and is not ashamed of it. Why should I be? It's a cultural thing, and ONLY a cultural thing. On this island where I live, a former Russian oil-magnate has set up a society where pedophilic sex is practised and is the norm. Obviously it's not always easy for the girls and the hardest core things do not come naturally - but this can be said about many things in life such as learning to play the piano or doing their homework on time. It's just one of many life-skills for them to acquire and, here on the island, they are taught to view it as a kind of cross between a `hobby' and a `duty'. They learn by experience that many aspects of sexual fun are just that - `fun', such as having their clit tickled or licked. And they are taught to respect the authority of their elders - a perfectly sound principle in ANY society, hey? It's only a short stretch from that, to teaching them it's right and proper to serve a man sexually. Which it is.

`My Amy' - my wife, that is - is becoming a prime example of this philosophy in action. Now three weeks short of her 9th birthday, I would say she basically has `mixed' feelings about sex. This isn't surprising, as we only married on Saturday March 3rd (3 weeks ago), and that night was the first time she had even seen an erect adult penis and what it does. It was definately the first time she had one put in her little bald vagina (I only did 2 inches at most). Since then I've done that 4 times, and it's always painful for her even though I try to be careful. Hence her mixed feelings. Some of the other `fun and games', she enjoys: general nude frolicking around, tickling, kissing her body, naked tag [as in diary 3]. Often she probably can't even distinguish whether it's just `a game' as such, or part of the overall package of this thing called SEX.

I'm told by the island psychologists that it's a perfectly good thing if the distinctions are blurred for her. It's vital that she doesn't grow up compartmentalizing sex in her brain as `bad', `messy', `scary', `painful' or whatever. It's important that she discovers a lot of it involves laughter... and love. Yes, `love' - my island casts a 2-fingered salute at the unthinking masses in the regular world who view it all as that dumb word, `abuse'. It's not `abuse', it's called raising them (kids) in a different culture, period. Christ, the Japanese in WWII and Saudi Arabians NOW had/have beheading as part of their `culture'. We westerners are expected to grimace a little and then nod in tolerance and open-mindedness to this form of punishment, are we? `Ahhh, but it's normal to THEM, it's the way they've done things for thousands of years'. Okay then, on Idyllic Island where I live, sex with preteen children is OUR culturally accepted norm.

Enough of my rambling, I'm getting carried away - but I do feel strongly about this subject, as you might imagine for a guy in my position: sharing a marital bed with a little girl of 8. Suffice it to say that I'm her `lover', not `abuser'. Tonight what I really wanted to tell you about was a new activity/position I've been working on with Amy. So I hope you've stayed with me this far...

It's called (I've called it) `sofa-lovemaking', and we've been trying it Saturday, Sunday and tonight. Therefore it's still very much a work in progress, but Amy is a sweet girl and very game, and is improving already at it. Basically, we are both nude (well, that's the proper way for any couple to make love, yes?), and I sit on the sofa. Amy plants herself on the sofa too, kneeling, around my thighs. This requires her child-legs to be very open, as you might imagine. Her bum is more or less settled on my lap, and her torso is a bit raised compared to mine. This almost `equalizes' our height difference and my face is only slightly higher than hers. A pair of adult lovers can do this position too, but in the case of a fully-grown woman she'd be looking down upon the man's face, and also would be squashing his lap rather uncomfortably depending on how over-weight she was.

The fun starts. I did call it `lovemaking', and that was my prime purpose for inventing the position (well, hell, of course I did not `invent' it, but it's new in our marriage let's say). I look into Amy's timidly smiling face and caress her head, shoulders - pretty much anything, really - and kiss tenderly at her young cheeks, forehead, nose and mouth. I encourage her to put her soft little hands on my sides, or up under my hairy man-armpits as I show her all his slow, easy affection. Of course I have a big boner by now. If I pull Amy closer into me, or get HER to shuffle in (a part of the whole deal of proactiveness which has to be worked on with a child), it rests and throbs up against her tender pale belly. Damn, it looks huge and crude on her, and this arouses me even more.

At this point, let me remind you how she looks. She is fair-skinned with a slightly freckly, summery type of face. She's a kind and gentle girl by nature, not just because of her age. She has all her teeth now. She generally wears her blonde hair in an Alice band (the broad type that clips over the scalp), and it teems down like strands of sunshine over her narrow kiddy shoulders. It's flat on her scalp and drawn neatly behind her ears by the band, and all the overhanging stands are slightly clear of her cute ears. If I take the band off, which I often do once we've got `started', the whole lot spills down erotically and hides her ears from sight. But that's okay, because I can still obviously slide my hands in there and play with those ears if I want to. That's a part where she often giggles - reinforcing the `sex is fun' ethos.

Oh, hell, the kissing - I need a paragraph for this alone. This she giggles at in a more nervy, overrawed type of way, but of late she's getting more accustomed to it and even reciprocating in a dutiful, `learnt' kind of manner. Try to picture a pretty, 8-year-old face pecking tentatively - occasionally even `mushing' - at a grown man face, with an expression of semi-bewildered cooperation. Gradually, though, she's looking more like a knowledgable `miniature woman' as she does this. I try to graduate the intensity of my kisses from day to day, but I can't always restrain myself and sometimes I just have to clamp on or burrow into her sweet little mouth. On Saturday I came while doing this. I thought to hell with it and, with one hand holding her head and the other pressing on her back, I pulled her tightly into me and splatted the whole mess up our bellies.

On Sunday evening I held myself back much better. I devoted a lot more time to pleasures such as kissing her flat chest - all I have to do is tell her to go higher up on her knees for this - and sucking and licking where her breasts should/will be. Also, groping her arse is a big big convenience in sofa-lovemaking position. Really, this only needs one hand but I often use two - swapping them around, taking turns with them to gently slap her butt, or `sharing' the limited buttock space between them. She frequently giggles at all this, but not at my pushing a finger into her anus.

She whines endearingly. "I don't like that." She's becoming quite the communicative wife/lover, but I like that. ANY good sex book would tell lovers to 'communicate'. 

Anyway, on Sunday, I ejaculated all over her soft little hand with her working me `like a gear stick', one of my hands clutching her bum-crack and the other coiled in her hair while I devoured her child-mouth. 

Tonight's action included most of the above, with the principle difference that this time the `focal skill' was for Amy to thrust her abdomen against my penis while I did all the other stuff. The skill with which an 8-year-old can do this has to be seen to be believed! Maybe there's an inbuilt motor-neurone skill for little girls to do this, but her hips rolled exquisitely at me and her lower back arched forward like a little whore. I hesitate to call her that, because she is anything but - she's the archytypal sweet next-door type - but I'm sure she did this action as well as any adult wife in the world would do.

Well, I did tell her "Grind your belly on it, hard." Maybe that can only result in the actions coming out in that sensual way.

"Good girl," I kept saying, or gasping.

I often make sure I laugh during any kind of sex with her, but I didn't need to try this time. The very physicality of it engenders giggling. Especially when what seems highly erotic to me as an adult male often seems, simply, `funny' to a girl as young as Amy. I don't think it matters; the point is, the end result is we are laughing/giggling simultaneously just as any lovers should.

"Harder... harder," I grunted, as my tingle approached. Her little body slapped faster on mine, and her face wore a flustered but eager-to-please little frown.

Her impacts on my underside shaft, and the very intimacy of our position, soon climaxed me. I was not kissing her this time, as I wanted to drop my head back and cry out in the pleasure of my orgasm instead. I closed my eyes, my hands cupped round the sides of her lovely small face, as I treated her to my man-groans and splattering of my warm man-juice over her tummy.

"Okay," I grunted, "stop now. Just... ughh... press against me hard... ughh... and stay there."

The sweet and pungent smell of our carnal activity wafted up between us, but she is getting used to this. "Did I do it well?" she asked, unbearably cutely.

And that is how I made love to my 8-year-old wife tonight. I'm building up to using this position for penetration, in other words lovemaking in the full sense. Perhaps I'll aim for Friday of this week, after a nice meal out or something. I do love `dating' my child-wife, and being seen in public with her in the island restaurants with other pedo-husbands and their wives. But that's another story.

Bye for now. Please don't judge me, especially if you're a non-pedo. I'm sure a fair proportion of guys in the regular world would have a lot of sex with children, if it were allowed. Also, only about 5% of what I do with Amy actually causes her any pain.


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   Feedback or discussion of points raised by my stories welcome at Mazeppa1968@hotmail.co.uk

Suggested things to discuss:
How would you handle sex and marriage to a child?
Would you be content to have only one little girl to lavish your attention on for a year?
Just how important would vaginal penetration be?
Do you have any thoughts on 'fun games'?
What would be your preferred age of girl to marry?
Amy is fair and English. What would your racial type be?

