FOREWORD

In these dairy entries, a 43-year-old man chronicles his marriage to a blonde and pretty 8-year-old girl, called Amy. They will run, in real time, for at least 1 year with entries 2 or 3 times a week. Amy is a typical height and figure for her age, and is a fair-skinned girl of English origin. She has fine blonde hair, just past shoulder length, and normally wears it an `Alice headband'. She is blue-eyed with a pretty, smiley and gentle sort of face with a few nose and cheek freckles.  

Yes, it is of course fantasy, and the author does not condone actual sex between adults and children in this world - but the private dreams and fictionalization of it are our right to free thought.

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PEDO ISLAND DIARY     Thursday 29th March 2012.

`A Game of Two Halves'.

I didn't want to do too much to Amy tonight, as it's going to be a big weekend. Tomorrow evening is our double-date with a fellow islander called Glenn and his wife, little Sacha. She's `little' because she's 7 years of age, but Amy is only 2 inches higher. When we swap wives for the weekend, it's almost certain that he'll want blowjobs off Amy and probably will want to penetrate her. It's not easy even to get half an erection into her, and the act always hurts and leaves her sore. Therefore I'm saving her for her time with Glenn. That is not say I did not `want' her tonight, because I did - very much - just as I have every night this week. I've been all over her, it's just that I've layed off `love-making central' - vaginal intercourse.

It's hard to explain why I crave the 4 foot 7' body of an 8-year-old child - the skinny ribs, flat chest, non-existent hips and tiny unready vagina - even more than a woman. I'm not even going to try just now, and probably only like-minded guys would understand. Suffice it say her personality plays a big part, as symbolized by her smiling, pretty little face with its utter meekness. I'll tell you briefly about this evening's husband and wife love-making with her:

It happened broadly in two parts, altogether lasting 45 minutes. First I sat in the armchair with Amy on my lap, sideways across, whilst watching soccer on TV. Our faces are almost exactly level in this position. We were both clothed at this point, she in her school uniform: flowery blue cotton dress. I enjoyed holding her, having her close and soaking up her smell - do you know the smell of a little girl up close? All I can say is it matches her blonde and fair angelic looks and reminds me of the old rhyme: `sugar and spice and all that's nice'. Little girls are sure as hell that.


Of course I soon start fondling and kissing when I have her like this. First it's caressing of her narrow shoulders or stroking of the side of her hair, teasing it off her ear. It could almost pass as fatherly and innocent - until I sensuously lift off her headband and begin pecking her face. Then, when my big palm lovingly clutches around the side of her skull and I put my lips to hers, everything is pretty damn obviously sexual. Teaching her to kiss is a very bit-by-bit thing: `little and often', or `often and often'. Sometimes I give gentle instruction as we go along, but increasingly I'm just leaving her with the one rule: `imitate me'. Tonight she puckered as I puckered, and closed her eyes and let her mouth go open when I moved in. However, she still did her old thing with tongue: simply sticking it out a little bit and giggling stupidly. She really doesn't `get' the sensuality of French-kissing, and maybe that will not come until she hits pubescence, which is still 2 or 3 years away for her. No matter; child-kissing is sweet in its own way.


There's always a big hard thing poking in her rump by now, and of late she's started to get giggly and almost teasing about it - because she knows only too what `it' wants and what it does. 3 weeks ago she was an innocent child, but since NIGHT ONE - the wedding - she's a very crudely and regularly sexed little wife. She's a very `loved' little wife too, though, and I think she is understanding that, kind of. Sometimes I just close my mouth on hers to shut her up, and I put my hand up her dress to grope her little cunt through her knickers. Other times I will put my hand INTO her knickers to do this, and patiently tweak her little button to work up her immature version of female orgasm. Tonight I could not be bothered, and I moved straight onto part two:

"Let's do horsey," I said.

If you've read the original `Idyllic Island' episodes, you'll know what this is and can get the full description. I'll summarize it here. I get my man-body naked with her little-girl body (although I guess it does not require full nudity - but it's good for effect). She goes in doggy position, and I grind my underside-cock on her cute little bum. Ohhhh God, I love her bum! It's got no real feminine shape yet, and I probably could not distinguish it from a boy's in a photo (an interesting test I would like to try). But I don't care! - I find it one of the sexiest aspects of a girl-child. I pump at her like this, clutching her shoulders or sides, and she has to buck back against me if she can: hence, `horsey'.

At my grunting climax, I put my arm around her crotch to pull her snuggly into my final big heave, and I decorated her lower back in my thick white spillage.

This type of session only has a very low `guilt quotient'. She is not hurt - unless her buttock flesh is bruised by an over-exhuberant horsey - and it does not require her to do anything as carnal as gobbling a load of semen. However, she kind of looked at me as if, `oh is that it, then?' It's a slightly unsettling change of atmosphere: my quick return to normality (and the soccer), while she has that `little-girl-finished-with' look on her face.

"I'll go and have a little wash," she said, dress and knickers in hand, white trickles running onto her butt.

"Okay darling," I said, smiling at her like a father again. 

 
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