{ASS} The Lolita Method, Part II Case Studies - Romantic Artists (4b/7) .. by PRED
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Humbert: Scott/PRED, age 24
Technique: Personal Ad, Poet's Pitch
One of the great Lolita hunts I ever pulled off involved a
"forbidden" Thai girl I met through a Personal Ad I placed in the
classifieds of a local free weekly tabloid:
Bored writer, WM, mid-20s, new to the area, ISO of sensual yet
innocent poetess to resurrect me. I'll be your Muse if you'll be
mine. Age, race unimportant.
A week after placing the ad, I received a whole P.O. Box
filled with epistles from Romantic Artists who considered themselves
the next Sylvia Plath. Most of these girls were in their 20s,
however, but there were a couple from bona fide Lolitas. One included
a yearbook photo of an adorable Asian girl named Suni who's father
worked as a doctor at one of the prominent local hospitals:
Dear Bored Writer,
I saw your advertisement in the *** magazine today. Although
you are a white man in your twenties, I thought I would write to meet
you because you said age, race unimportant. I hope you are serious
saying this because I am sixteen year's old and a Thai-American girl.
My name is Suni. I hope you are not upset by this. I will know you
don't want to meet me if you do not write back or call me. You are
perhaps looking for a woman closer to your age. I understand. The
girls I know my age are so immature that I can see why you wouldn't be
interested in us. I am very mature, though, and I like older men and
not boys my age.
In Thailand, where I am from, this is the normal way. I am
not like American girls. I appreciate wisdom and maturity, and I find
older men more handsome than boys my age, although not so old. Your
age sounds just right. I hope I am not talking too long about this.
I just want to explain myself to you.
I write to you because you are a writer, too, just like me. I
am a poetess, just like you say in your ad. My teachers say I am a
very good writer, even though English is not my first language. I get
straight A's in school for my writing and other tests. I write love
poems and small stories. I write most in Thai, then I put them in
English. I want to show you some of my poems. Please tell me what
you think.
Untitled
The dry place is dark
We stand on the mountain
Where the wind comes from.
Nothing moves us.
Then birds scatter
From the trees like ashes.
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Let us kiss until dawn.
Let us lie in the dark field
Like constellations in the night sky.
Man and woman
Eternal, our whispers
Melting like snowflakes.
For You
We meet in our dreams
In a dark restaurant
Lit with candles.
I am drunk on wine
And your eyes.
When our hands clasp
We both awaken.
I hope you like these poems. I try very hard to write. I am
new here like you, so I don't have many friends yet. This is why I
write so much. I am hoping we can become friends and meet. Then we
will both have a friend and not feel so much like strangers.
Please call me or write back. I would like to hear from you
every much.
Love,
Suni
Okay, after reading this letter my dick was practically
radioactive. I couldn't believe my good fortune. All that innocence
and desire primed and ready to be pounded out of her virginal
16-year-old body. I looked at the photo about a thousand more times.
She looked just like a porcelain figurine. This would be the kill of
lifetime.
The postscript of her letter listed her address and phone
number. I waited until I was sure she'd be home from school, and then
I dialed her up. She answered the phone, and the sound of her nervous
voice told me she was waiting for my call. She seemed very excited to
talk to me, and we chatted for over half an hour. Somewhere in our
conversation, I made plans to meet her in two days at a coffee shop in
her part of town.
When the day arrived, I was nervous to say the least. I
really wanted this tender piece of sushi and was determined to close
the deal ASAP, that day if possible. She looked absolutely priceless
in person. She came walking meekly through the doors wearing a black
turtleneck, tight jeans, and a beret. Her eyes lit up when I called
her over to my table. She looked more than relieved to see I wasn't
some 4 ft. 3 inch troglodyte. She looked positively pleased as punch.
We ordered some coffee, sat there and talked for over an hour.
I had brought along some old poems I'd written in college, and let her
read them. She got all wet reading that drivel, and then listened
intently as I explained to her how I didn't have a chance to write
poetry anymore. She asked me what kind of writing I did now, and I
told her I wrote for a travel magazine. I produced three copies of
the magazine and pointed to MY articles.
The articles were actually written by some guy I often posed
as when pulling my Poet scam. My story was simple - disillusioned
writer now cranking out commercial tripe and looking for creative
redemption. Of course, the Romantic Artist suddenly envisions herself
as the Muse who can set everything straight again. She sees herself
as a soulmate, and believes we can both HEAL each other.
Suni was playing into my trap easier than any Romantic Artist
I'd ever bagged up to that point. She had no shame about boldly
stating that she thought we were "meant to be together." With no
skepticism at all, she had thrown herself headfirst into US. In her
naïveté, she had quickly convinced herself that I was the love of her
life, and we would be together forever. When I asked her if she would
like to come back to my place to see some more of my writing, she
quickly accepted.
Now at this point in my life, I was still married to my first
wife. We had a house which her rather wealthy parents had helped us
finance. When I began seriously Lolita hunting a few years before, I
knew I would need to get a "safe house" where I could bag bimbettes
beyond her ever-present radar. So, I established a false ID and
rented a modest studio apartment in an old neighborhood across town.
I paid the rent and financed my Lolita hunting with my teacher's
salary and a lucrative bartending job I'd managed to land through a
friend. My wife never paid much attention to our finances, focusing
most of her energy to her career. She made money enough to support
the both of us in style, so she never looked at my paychecks or
questioned how I spent my money.
So, I had the wherewithal and means to create a secret life
far away from my wife's sphere of influence. My neighbors knew me as
a friendly guy who was "on the road" a lot. Some thought I was a
musician, others a writer, others a photographer. I always paid my
rent, though, and offered a hearty "hello," so despite my air of
mystery I seemed to be a decent, albeit reclusive sort. None of them
ever seemed to notice all the Lolitas I brought home with me, although
I'm sure if I'd ever been busted they would have been brimming with
stories to tell.
I took Suni back to my apartment, then, and we shared some
wine while I got out some more drivel I'd written in college. She
cuddled up to me on the couch, and we started kissing. She offered no
resistance as I worked her turtleneck off and kissed her firm budding
breasts through her plain white bra. As I worked off her jeans, I
stopped and asked her if she was "okay" with everything.
She smiled up at me and told me she wanted to make love to me
more than anything in the world. I had her naked in a minute, and I
stripped, too. She was very excited when she saw how muscular and
endowed I was. I told her I wante dto make her first time special, so
I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bathroom. I set her
down on the toilet and ran the bath water for her.
The water was warm and I dumped some bubble bath and bath
beads into the water. We kissed and fondled each other's naked bodies
as the tub filled. Then, when the bath was ready, I lifted her upand
set her down in the tub. Then I preceded to give her a bath,
massaging her luxurious skin and firm "forbidden" flesh. I then
soaped up her pussy and ass and started working my fingers inside her
holes.
She lay back in the tub and groaned as I fingered her to a
HARD cum. I then lifted her oit of the tub, dried her off and carried
her to my bed. I lay her down on her tummy and massaged her back
again, kneading firm ass-cheeks and working my fingers into her holes
once more. When she was wet and ready, I turned her over so she was
staring up at me. Then I balanced myself in the air above her, and
put the tip of my cock on her forehead.
While she lay there shivering in anticipation, I traced my
cock-head all around her face like a paint brush - teasing her
eyelids, her nose, her dimples, her mouth, her chin. I teased her
like this for a few minutes before moving down to her torso. I then
swirled my dick around her pointy nipples and flushed aureoles,
spanking her firm tit flesh, before gliding down her flat tummy.
After almost fifteen minutes of this play, my nine-inch dick hovered
at the entrance to her virgin slice of sushi. As suavely as possible,
I reached over to my nightstand, opened the drawer and drew out a
condom. She watched with bated breath as cracked the pack, and
unfurled the latex sheath along my rampant cherry pricker.
Full protected, I now pressed my bloated prick-helmet between
the rose petals of her labia. Her whole body shuddered. "This is
going to hurt," I told her.
"No it won't," she gasped as she waited for the pain.
"Because we love each other, and we can never hurt each other."
"I don't want to hurt you," I repeated. "I'll try to go slow
and gentle."
"Just make love to me," she moaned. "Don't worry about me. I
will be fine because our love will make me strong."
* Have it your way, * I thought to myself. Then I just ripped
into her with one quick, savage, decisive thrust. Her hymen ripped
like tissue paper. She groaned in agony as I started TAKING her
tender body with passionate pace. She hugged me and drew me deeper
inside her.
"You are so big," she moaned. "So big inside me."
I pounded her for about ten minutes until he tight pussy just
clamped down and milked my pulsing prick into the reservoir of the
rubber. After I came, I stayed inside her and we lay in each other's
arms for quite awhile. She prattled on the way Lolitas in love do,
suddenly that my cock was still hard and throbbing in her pussy. "You
want to make love again?" she giggled.
"I want to make love to you forever," I told her. I put on
another condom, and this time I took her from behind. My pelvis
slammed into her skinny brown ass-cheeks so hard, I bruised them. I
came again after quite awhile, and she just curled up into a ball
afterwards, falling asleep.
That was the beginning of a two year relationship that only
ended when she went away to college. By the time she came back to
town, I had divorced my wife and relocated to New York. Sometimes I
wonder whatever happened to Suni. I also wonder if she ever thinks of
me.