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Anonymous
This thing, this penis, is the thing you hate the most about yourself. God, in all his infinite wisdom, gave you a penis, on top of the parts every girl on this earth is born with. But for what purpose?
Growing up was hell for you, especially when you began to hit puberty. In a matter of months, it grew from an inch and a half to nearly 4 inches when erect. Girls clothes weren't meant to accommadate a cock. You had to devise numerous ways of hiding it, each method becoming obsolete with every growth spurt. The most successful way was using some cloth and double-sided tape, but peeling the tape off hurt your skin, and the constant arousal of knowing your penis was pressed firmly against your vagina, caused you to become so wet that the tape would occasionally peel off.
Your hand, as if it has a mind of its own, finds its way between your legs. It throbs gently in your hand, and a tiny bead of precum forms on the tip. Slowly you begin to stroke it, every motion sending a surge of pleasure into your nether regions. Before long your other hand finds its way to your other parts. Your fingers plunge into your vagina, covering your fingers with your juices. The precum has begun to flow profusely, and your hand begins to slide more easily across the shaft.
Your lungs struggle for air, and the sound of your own short, rapid breaths turns you on even more. Before long you can feel the pleasure rising up from your body, running down your legs and crawling up your stomach. You lose focus on your other hand, which continues to please your girl parts.
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