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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: A Proper Little Slut 1
Part: Part 1
Summary: Not all little girls are innocent, not even the ones who appear
to be perfectly behaved little ladies.
Keywords: Mg (9)
Date: 07/07/2016
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   He didn't even realize he was doing it.  At least, not until she moved,
causing his own eyes to move, and he realized she was looking at him -
*straight* at him.  That was when he realized that he'd been staring
straight at the little girl's panties for...  well far longer than he
*should* have been, that was sure!  Ten seconds?  Twenty?

   His face flushed with embarrassment, all the more so when he saw that
hers didn't.  If anything, hers seemed *pleased*.  As if she'd accomplished
a goal.  And perhaps she had.  The skirt was really pretty small for so
young a girl, though he knew they were wearing them short these days. 
Still, she couldn't have been more than what, eight?  Nine perhaps?  And
she sure has *hell* shouldn't have had the fabric of her panties tucked so
deeply between what must have been quite puffy labia!  That was what had
really caught his eye.  He'd always been a sucker for cameltoes - pun
notwithstanding, and when the little girl had plopped down into one of the
chairs in the waiting area, her legs splaying wide, she'd shot him a view
his eyes had shot to automatically.

   The reason for her moving became apparent as she got up, grabbing her
bag, and heading for the boarding gate.  The chime had sounded, and now the
announcer was telling them to begin boarding.  Clark grabbed his own
carry-on - a satchel filled mostly with papers and his tablet, and made his
way to the crowd as his hand sought out the ticket in the side pocket.

   He was tired - exhausted really.  The week-long seminar had taken its
toll.  He was really too old for this sort of thing.  Even at forty he'd
been able to party and whore with the younger crowd, but it seemed like
once he'd hit fifty, he'd lost interest.  Not so much in the girls - they
were always young, attractive, and willing to do some really interesting
things - but the partying no longer appealed, and really, to get seminar
groupies, you had to do the seminar parties.  So in recent years, he'd
generally satisfied himself with calling an "escort" to his room for some
good - and less rowdy - exercise on a more intimate level.

   This time though, the last few days of his schedule hadn't really
allowed, and he could feel himself growing restless for some sex.  He was
looking forward to getting home to that cute little intern Emily, who had
some sort of "Boss Crush" on him.  She was only seventeen - far, *far* too
young for him.  But as long as she was willing to give it out, he sure as
hell wasn't going to turn it down!

   After getting his ticket scanned by the conductor, he made his way to
his cabin.  It'd cost far too much.  Every year the rates went up and it
seemed like the cabins got harder to find.  But he'd managed to get a
single-solo this time, and was looking forward to a good meal followed by
several hours of uninterrupted sleep.  He wasn't so much physically
exhausted as *emotionally*.  It'd been a harried trip so far, and the
seminar hadn't gone according to plan.  They never did, but this time had
been particularly bad, and he'd had a ton of stress.  As he opened his
cabin door, he felt eyes on him, and saw down at the end of the car, the
same little girl he'd locked eyes with in the waiting area.  He stumbled
hurriedly into his cabin.

   After the train had got up to speed and the utilities were available, he
spent a productive time washing up.  It was refreshing, and he felt more
human as he made his way to the dining car.  This particular line, though
modern, had some old-fashioned ideas about their trains, and still had
dining at tables available - to those who could afford it.  The rest
generally ate at the counter or in their seats or cabins.  Clark took an
empty booth and was tucking into a wonderful veggie lasagna.  Part of the
reason he liked this line was the cooking.

   He was almost finished when the same little girl slid into the seat
across from him.  "I'm Julie," she said as if he'd asked.

   Clark frowned.  It was bad enough she'd caught him staring at - well,
where he shouldn't have been staring.  But now apparently she thought that
had made them friends somehow.  It wasn't that he didn't like kids, it was
just that he didn't really *like* them much.  They were typically loud,
rude, and far too energetic.  Still, common courtesy pretty much dictated
that when one met someone on a train, one was as pleasant to them as one
could manage.

   "Clark," he said gruffly.

   "Nice to meet you Mr.  Clark," she said politely, extending her hand. 
It surprise him both because the tone was so polite and cultured, but more
because her hand wasn't angled for shaking.  She expected him to *kiss* it
- or he was grossly mistaken.  He took her fingers between his fingers and
thumb, and as expected, she didn't even flinch as he brought it to his
lips. He was surprised to find that she smelled of lightly-scented soap -
she'd clearly washed up before dinner, unlike most people did these days,
and his estimation of her went up a notch.  She apparently wasn't one of
"the great unwashed", in either the literal or figurative sense.  His smile
was actually sincere as he released her hand, and he was again surprised to
see that hers was both sincere *and* calmly accepting of the kiss just
above her knuckles, as if it happened to her every day.

   He released her hand, and she spoke again, her voice calm, measured, and
yet still bright and fresh with her youth.  "I'm *terribly* sorry to
intrude, but I was hoping you could help me out," she said.  It sounded
like something out of an old movie.

   "Sounds like something out of an old movie," he accused.

   It elicited a merry laugh, almost a giggle, that brought a smile to his
own lips.  "Busted!" she said.  Then in a lower voice, "But you seemed like
such a gentleman that I didn't want to come across as some dumb kid." She
had a conspiratorial look to her eyes, like they had some sort of shared
secret.  It was probably some silly kid-game, he figured, but she *was* a
charming little thing.

   Her eyes were huge and deep golden-brown, high-quality caramel while
it's still in the hot, liquid phase.  Her hair was a deeper brown, though
with highlights of a similar deep golden-brown tone, and not curled, but
more curly than wavy.  It covered her shoulders in a beautiful mane and
fell half-way down her back.  Straight, it probably reached the vee of her
behind.

   Her face was too pink to be called tan, but too tanned to be called
pale, with a brief scattering of freckles which were already fading.  By
the time she hit mid-teens, they'd likely be gone.  *Pity,* he thought. 
They added something to her appearance which while pretty enough, was
otherwise fairly standard in terms of what "pretty" meant.  She still had a
bit of childhood roundness, and it was clear that she'd end up with
laugh-lines early in life - her demeanor was far too happy for it to be
otherwise.

   Naturally she had nothing to speak of in the way of curves yet, though
when he'd seen her walking ahead of him in the station, he saw enough to
know that under that little skirt was a very nicely-rounded behind - not
big, like the kids liked them these days - but *round*.  Her legs were nice
enough as well, for a kid, and her posture was far better than most girls.
She must go to an excellent school.  Or perhaps she was a model or
something.  At any rate, she carried herself well, which did wonderful
things for hear appearance.  Even though he knew she couldn't have anything
under her top to speak of, her *bearing* made it seem as if she might.

   The outfit likewise spoke of culture and class.  It was simple linen for
the most part, snow-white and with only enough embellishment to actually
*embellish*, without overpowering.  The skirt was some sort of blend, a
dark beige that went well with her hair and eyes, and light enough to flow,
even though it was short enough to reveal - as he'd discovered at the
station.  The thigh-high white socks and tan Mary-Janes completed the
ensemble, making the whole greater than the sum of it's parts.  The only
jewelry was a gold chain which fell into the opening in her top, hiding
whatever the pendant was, and a pair of gold studs in her ears. 
All-in-all, she was very pretty, as well as damned cute, though in a
somewhat subdued manner.

   "So what am I rescuing you from," he asked, his tour of her form and
fashion complete.  "Highwaymen?  Some sort of dragon?  A plague of locust?"

   "I *wish!*" she rolled her eyes.  "Try utter and complete boredom!  My
parents are schmoozing - daddy is hoping for a promotion - and they expect
me to completely disappear after making a good first impression." She took
a sip of his untouched water and Clark noticed for the first time that she
was wearing lipstick.  It was so subtle and well-matched, that he hadn't
realized it until he saw it on the rim of the glass.

   Clark's patience had suddenly run it's course.  He was *not* about to
stick around an entertain a child, no matter *how* charming she might be.
He'd nearly finished his supper, and was looking forward to that nap,
though at the moment he didn't feel the least bit tired.  "I'm very sorry
Julie," he said, managing to keep the irritation from his voice, "but I
won't be staying long.  Now that I've finished," he tossed his napkin on
his plate indicating he was done, "I'll be returning to my cabin for a
much-earned rest.  Now if you'll excuse me..."

   He was starting to slide out of the booth when he felt her foot on his
leg, stopping him more in surprise than anything else.  She leaned forward
and whispered, "Did you like the view in the bus station?"

   Suddenly he got it.  She was going to *blackmail* him into keeping her
entertained!  Why, of all the low-down, sneaky, underhanded...  he could
feel his face reddening, more in anger than embarrassment.

   But she'd read him well, and spoke again before he could attack.  "Don't
worry Mr.  Clark," she said mildly, "I'm not going to make any fuss.  I
just wanted to know if you enjoyed looking at my panties as much as I
enjoyed showing them to you.  Was the fabric tucked deeply enough?  It was
hard to tell by touch, but you seemed to think it interesting enough to
keep looking."

   "I...  er...  uh..." he said, fumbling, caught completely off-guard by
her admission of setting him up that way, as well as her claim to *enjoy*
showing him.  "I guess," he finally got out, "it was fine.  I mean, not
that I..."

   Her smile lit up her face, and the foot on his calf slid upward.  "Oh
good, so you *did* like looking between my legs!  I tell you, if the chime
hadn't sounded, I'd have given you a lot *more* to look at!" In an even
lower voice, she added, "It makes me really horny when men look at my
naughty bits - or when I look at theirs!"

   Clark was beside himself.  How the *hell* was he supposed to respond to
that?  He tried to think, but that attempt was cut off by the feel of her
foot on his crotch, where he could feel his manhood swelling at an alarming
rate.  Apparently she'd slipped her shoe off, as she was lightly kneading
him and, he though, "feeling him up" with her toes!

   Like a deer, Clark fled.  He went from the table to his cabin door with
no recollection whatsoever of having traversed the distance.  He didn't
*think* he'd run the distance, but the way his heart was pounding as he
leaned against the cabin door, closed behind him, it wasn't impossible. 
After a moment to calm himself, he shook his head.  *Was he having some
sort of hallucination?* Thinks like that didn't happen in real life!  Or
maybe she was having some sport with him - probably laughing her arse off
back in the dining car.  Yes, that was probably it.  She'd seen him looking
at the station and really *was* bored by her parents' inattention.  So
she'd availed herself of a ready target for some entertainment.

   Well he'd brought it on himself, he thought after the searing heat of
anger had dissipated.  He shouldn't have been looking at the gusset of a
preteen in the first place!  By the time he'd washed his face and brushed
his teeth, his hands had stopped shaking and the pounding of his heart had
subsided.

   But what *hadn't* subsided was his painfully-hard erection.  Truly, it
*had* been too long since he'd been laid, if that tiny bit of stimulation
had so aroused him!  He couldn't recall that last time a little
footsy-under-the-table had increased his heart rate!

   He still needed the nap though, so he folded down the bed and stripped
down to his underwear, smiling at the reflection in the mirror.  His
erection looked *huge* the way it was sticking his underwear out!  Laying
down in the bed, he reached for his tablet, dimmed the lights, and turned
it on.  A little porn was always nice, though he didn't think he'd need it.

   None of his usual porn sites were appealing to him tonight though, which
irritated him.  He started four videos in succession, lightly stroking
himself as each started, but none appealed.  The fifth had just finished
buffering when the door to his cabin clicked open - in his confusion and
haste, he'd forgotten to lock it!

   Julie slipped in, closing the door quickly behind her, and he barely got
the blanket to cover himself before she turned around.  Her eyes were
bright with mischievous excitement as she giggled.  "Made it without anyone
seeing me!" Seeing the look of shock and fear on his face, she calmed down
and tried to calm him too.

   "Oh, stop fretting, Clark!  I'm here for you, honest!" She began to undo
the buttons on her top as if it were the most normal, natural thing in the
world to be doing while standing in an adult's cabin on a train while he
tried to hide his erection.

   "What?" he asked, quickly replacing it with, "How?" followed briefly by
"Why?"

   She grinned at him.  "Slow down old-timer.  One question at a time." The
top came off, exposing her braless bare chest to him.  As he'd expected,
there was little enough there in the breast department, but like all men
since time began, his eyes automatically locked on her nipples, which
seemed to him to be large, ripe, and tightening even as he watched.  "What
- That's easy.  I want to make love with you.  How - I'm pretty sure you
know how.  And Why?  That's easiest of all.  You're a nice guy.  I could
tell that immediately by the way you blushed when I caught you looking. 
You're clean, smell nice, and have been very nice to me even after I
interrupted your dinner for no good reason.  I think you'll make a great
lover.  I'm *sure* you'll keep my secret.  And I *know* your cock is large
and hard for me." With one swift motion, she slid her skirt down onto the
floor, and stood before him in nothing but panties - still tucked into the
crease to exaggerate her cameltoe, her socks and shoes.

   Despite years of conditioning, Clark's basic nature was asserting
itself. A lovely young lady was standing before him, offering herself to
him, and his libido was all in favor of taking her up on the offer.  His
cock sent shocks down his spin with every slight movement of the blanket
against it, and he couldn't have torn his eyes off her with a jackhammer.
Then she dropped the bomb.

   "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she said, her eyes full of sadness at his
implied rejection.  Of course, he *hadn't* rejected her - yet - and it was
unlikely she could actually bring the tears her expression indicated to
bear, but the male conditioning runs deep, and he couldn't help but reply
immediately, "Of course I think you're pretty - hell, you're *beautiful!*"

   Her face lit up, and he realized how he'd been played.  Clearly this
little girl knew enough how to manipulate him!  One of his
married-with-children friends had once told him that his daughter had been
*born* with the knowledge of how to wrap daddy around her finger.  Clark
was getting a taste of that now, and wondered if *all* girls are born with
that knowledge.

   It was too late to do anything about it though.  Julie had already
hopped up onto the bed, jostling the blanked against his pecker enough to
make him shiver with pleasure, and was quickly divesting herself of shoes
and socks.  In a few seconds she turned to him, flipped over, and crawled
to him on hands and knees wearing nothing but her panties.  "Don't worry
Clark," she said in a voice that should have belonged to a much older
woman. "I'll be gentle," she grinned, then, reaching him, pressed her lips
to his.

   The sensation was like an avalanche.  Her lips were soft, warm, and
opened immediately, her tongue slipping into his mouth before he could even
think, and then it was too late - his own tongue responded and he was lost
in the deep, sweet, and very, *very* adult kiss.  Her mouth was fresh,
warm, liquid, and much smaller than he expected.  When he realized that, it
drove home the realization that he was tongue-kissing a *child*, and it was
an odd sensation to realize that *it didn't matter*.  Or rather, it
mattered - but in the exact opposite way it *should* matter.  Instead of
being turned *off* by the fact, instead it seemed enormously stimulating!

   Somehow he'd gone from sitting up to laying down with this sexy little
girl atop him.  Clark had always had a particular fondness for the
woman-superior position, and his hands automatically moved up to caress
her, once again finding the *smallness* of her body to be exciting rather
than the opposite.  Her skin was smooth, her body lacking the curves that
would be there later to soften the bones beneath.  He could feel the
muscles of her tummy, the ribs of her chest, and the rock-hard nipples with
little behind them.  His hands ran down her back, feeling the muscles, the
dimples above her behind, and that exquisitely rounded and quite firm
behind.  Gliding over her panties, he continued his exploration, finding
her calf-like legs, sans the rounder musculature of maturity, also
exciting, and when he touched her feet, she jerked and giggled like a
ticklish little girl - because she was one.  Granted, many grown women have
ticklish feet too, but their reaction isn't nearly as *sharp* - she almost
bit his tongue!

   For her part, Julie was busy getting the sheets and blanket out of the
way.  She wanted to be pressed *against* Clark, and soon she was.  With
practiced motion, she positioned herself so that her cameltoe pressed down
on his shaft, and pressed his cock firmly against his tummy.  Then, as she
continued to kiss him, she grinded on him gently, the warmth and dampness
within her panties transmitting though the fabric to his cock, sending the
clear message of her arousal, leaving no doubt whatsoever of her desire and
intention.

   "God, but you're a sexy little...  thing," Clark said as their lips
finally parted.

   "Slut," she corrected.  "You meant to say it, so say it." She shrugged,
then dipped her head, shaking her hair down on his chest to tickle him then
flipping it back.  "It's true too.  I am!  And I'm *proud* of it!  Don't be
a fraidy-cat Clark, we're in bed together.  Treat me like a *woman!*"

   It was all the permission he needed.  She gasped with pleasure as he
grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back, and attacked her chest
with his mouth.  Clark quickly found out that while she might not have much
actual *mass* there, the nerve endings were there in plenty, and she was
soon gasping and panting at his licking, sucking, and biting her nipples
and the surrounding tiny mounds.

   He could feel the warm wetness seeping through her panties to soak his
cock, and suddenly he *had* to sample her.  Flipping her over onto her back
like a little girl - because she was one, he knelt between her small, thin
legs, and whipped her panties off.  An instant later he was lifting and
parting her legs and shoving his nose deeply into her cleft.  She was so
*smooth!* And she smelled delicious - and tasted even better.  She didn't
resist at all, moving *with* him as he thrust his tongue deep into her
encountering no resistance other than that caused by the narrowness of the
passage.  But the quantity of juice made it easy to push in, and her body
adapted quickly, stretching to accommodate his eager, thrusting tongue.

   To his amazement, the little girl's juices increased, and in a
remarkably short time, she was mounting the final rise to her first climax.
Clark was good at this sort of thing, but he'd *never* seen a girl cum so
easily, and it was invigorating!  He increased his tonguing of her cunny,
not even focusing on her clit, and marveled at how her body quaked and
shook as her pussy milked his tongue, coating it again and again with her
sweet nectar!

   Her second climax followed the first even quicker, and though not quite
as intense, led into a third and fourth almost before the prior ones had
subsided.  It buzzed in his brain, *this child was multi-orgasmic!* He'd
heard of such things before, but he'd never actually seen it - at least not
to *this* degree.

   After several more - it was hard to say how many as they flowed
one-into-another, she pushed his head away.  He looked down at her, his
face shiny with her juices, as she panted at him, grinning hugely.  "Wow
Mr. Clark, you eat pussy like a champion!"

   "Julie dear," he said with complete sincerity, "I have to tell you, I
have *never* had a finer meal than this exquisite - and quite beautiful -
pussy of yours!" It was true too.  Now that he took a moment to look her
pussy was a work of art, pure and simple.  He could have gazed at it for
hours, save for the fact that Julie had other plans.

   "Can I suck your cock now?" she asked in the direct manner of children,
never mind that question was one no child should ever ask.  He wasn't going
to argue though.  Her words brought his attention to his cock, now so hard
it actually *ached*, though in a pleasant way.

   Still, he needed a moment to regain his composure, so he delayed with
playful banter.  "I don't know little girl, do you think you can *handle* a
full-grown cock like mine?"

   To his surprise, she grinned and shot back, giving as good as she got.
"I don't know Mr.  Clark.  I *think* so, but it's hard to tell, since
you've been keeping it from me!" She made the *cutest* little pouty-face as
she added, "Mean ol' Mr.  Clark won't even let me suck his dick - and I'm
sooo huuungry!"

   He fell down beside her, laughing.  "Awww you poor thing!" he said,
letting his hands fondle her.  She looked *so small!* Hell, she *felt* so
small.  Hell, she *was* so small!  One hand could almost completely cover
her chest, and he was pretty sure he could circle her waist with both!  And
yet, she was so *vibrant* and *alive* - she seemed completely capable of
using him up and tossing his husk to the winds.  And he was of a mind to
let her do exactly that.

   Rolling onto his back, he gestured invitation, and gasped in shocked
pleasure as she made good on the invite, flipping over and engulfing his
cock with astonishing eagerness.  "Holy *fuck* Julie!  Go easy girl, or
you'll make me blast off before you even get started!" She popped it out,
looked over at him, and stuck her tongue out like a kid.  "Too bad!  It's
*mine* now!" she said, and that was completely true.  She had both hands on
it, and even without the warm, wet mouth, he felt she could make him cum in
seconds!

   But she didn't.  The girl had talent.  Using her hands and her mouth,
she brought him lovely waves of pleasure, stopping shy of climax several
times.  The exercise made his precum flow more readily than he'd ever
known, and the girl lapped it up greedily, as if it were the nectar of the
gods, often looking him straight in the eye as if to thank him for the
gift. Not only was it erotic as hell, it was also an amazing tonic for his
ego, making him swell with pride to be able to provide such a *beautiful*
girl the thing she so obviously adored!

   It was on the seventh - eighth?  - such cycle that, just as he expected
her to ease off and lick, she instead dropped her head, engulfing his cock
and shoving it straight down her thought with only the slightest hesitation
to control her reflex.  His fat cock felt like it must be stretching her
throat mercilessly, and he was *certain* he could see the shape of it!  But
she didn't slow one bit.  She sunk to the root, then beyond, pushing her
cute little nose hard into his balls.  Then she backed up and he could see
it vacating her throat - but she only went about half-way before shoving it
back to the root!

   The first couple such strokes were slow, but she quickly increased her
pace, fucking his cock with her mouth and throat, her skills on par with
the best full-age "escorts" he'd ever employed.  He didn't have a chance of
preventing the inevitable, nor did he want to.  Julie knew what she was
doing, and what would happen.  And Clark was learning that she was going to
get what she wanted, so he best just enjoy the ride.

   Still, it would be rude not to warn her.  The pleasure she was giving
him was interfering with his power of speech, but he did manage to finally
gasp out, "Gonna.  Cum.  Soon!" Without breaking stride, she managed
somehow to nod, and changed her position slightly so that she could look up
at him as she bobbed her head up and down his turgid shaft.  Her big,
beautiful brown eyes, framed by her lovely mane, bouncing with her
exertions, was the most lovely, sexy thing he'd ever seen.  Their eyes
locked, and after a few more strokes, he erupted.

   It was unlike any climax he'd ever had.  Her throat was so hot and
tight, it was like fucking a virgin.  Her eyes were so sweetly expressive,
screaming of her joy in making him cum, like it was the completeness of her
existence, that it ratcheted up his pleasure many times.  And the
sight-and-knowledge that he was firing his cum into the mouth and throat of
a nine-year-old girl inflamed his climax as if someone shoved a firecracker
up his ass.  He literally *exploded* into her, his cum shooting so hot and
fast it felt like it was searing the inside of his cock, and in such rapid
succession he felt like his balls had been replaced by machine guns!

   Despite it all, the intensity and the sheer *violence* of his climax,
the little girl took it all.  Steadily, *greedily* she sucked his cum out,
shot after shot power-driving down her throat.  After the first several
shots, she backed up, her hands working his shaft as she sucked the fat
head, catching his cum in her warm mouth, building up a reservoir of the
fluid, swirling it over his cock head with her wild tongue, and swallowing
hungrily when her mouth got too full.

   Clark couldn't even blink, it was all too sexy, too *beautiful* to miss
an instant.  When she'd sucked out the last drop, the girl grinned - quite
a trick with a fat cock stretching your lips, but she managed it - and let
the cum leak out from her lips to drool down his shaft and over his balls.
She then played a cute-and-sexy game of catch-the-cum, her tongue dashing
all over his cock and balls to seek and slurp every drop of his seed.

   Finally finished, she gave the head of his cock one last kiss, then slid
up into his warm embrace with an air of complete satisfaction, resting her
head on his shoulder as if they were old lovers who'd done this a thousand
times.

   Clark held her, caressing her as he slowly came down from the rush of
his orgasm.  He wanted to tell her how amazing she was, but just couldn't
find the words.  Hell, there *were* no words for what he was feeling. 
Sated, confused, blissful, scared, contented, and a whole range of other
feelings were playing through him.  Eventually though, he figured it out.
She'd understand, though the actual words could be misunderstood by anyone
else.  *She* would know what he meant.

   Tilting his head, he kissed the top of her forehead, squeezed her
shoulders, and said softly, "Honey, if you were nine years older, I'd
totally fucking *marry* you!"

   It was right.  She giggled happily, not taking it as a proposal, but
rather as intended - as the highest compliment he could think of.  He was
of a different generation, where that was the best he could give a woman.
So she accepted it that way, snuggling closer, then lifting her head up to
kiss his cheek.

   "Take that nap you wanted Mr.  Clark," she said gently-but-playfully. 
"You're going to need your strength for round two!"

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mailto:dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com?subject=Feedback_ProperLilSlut_1

   Note: MAILTO links open your default email program, which may include
your real email address.
2.  If you have a Reddit account, you can leave me feedback there.  My
username is Dayvid_Notellin.  The following link will start a message for

you on Reddit:
https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=u%2FDayvid_Notellin&subject=Feedb
ack_ProperLilSlut_1

   3.  There are a number of free anonymous emailer services out there.  If
you use one of these, PLEASE include the subject
"Feedback_ProperLilSlut_1". A quick search found some examples:
http://anonymouse.org/anonemail.html, http://5ymail.com,
http://www.sendanonymousemail.net, http://www.sendanonymousemail.net,
http://send-email.org/, http://gilc.org/speech/anonymous/remailer.html
Note: I am not affiliated with any of the above, nor have I researched them
thoroughly.  I'm only offering them as some examples.  Please do your own
research according to your own security concerns.  I take no responsibility
your actions!
   4.  If you have another method to recommend, I'm all ears!  Thanks!