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Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society such as ours.
Many an adult has smiled in remembrance of the time he snuck out back to puff on a forbidden cigarette. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.
Sally’s story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her sexuality in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every wanton new experience. Indeed, Sally makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the norm. But the truth is Sally is searching for meaning in her life, for love and affection, not just pleasures of the flesh.
MAKE ME COME — the story of a girl’s struggle to find herself, and the shattering experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
The day I was changed into a nympho started peacefully. After breakfast and chores I took a warm shower. Glowing from it and a brisk toweling I went to my aunt’s room to model in front of the mirror. It was only the third week of my two-month stay and already, every inch of my slender body had darkened with the start of a golden, back-yard tan. My waist-length brown hair was starting to streak a little and I couldn’t help giggling at the thought of ending the summer with sun-bleached hair on my cunt.
I was really happy and proud of myself.
It was really great. I had time to think, time to dream, time to plan and time to write long letters to my steady boy friend back in Los Angeles. I read the movie magazines and confession stories as they were brought to me with the groceries each week. I had even managed to read three of Rod McKuen’s poetry books.
Right then, looking in the mirror and vainly examining my big, well-developed tits and cunt-hair, I was about to start on what had become a daily ritual.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.