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Original posting date: 
Sunday PM, January 16, 2000

A wildPage Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: ramsdal1.txt
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Story_codes: M/f

This begins a history of M/f and M/ff activities that were experienced by a Mr. Martin Trevors... from 1968 to the present.


RAMSDALE - THE LATER YEARS

By Cabin Woods

CHAPTER ONE

"TIMES SQUARE  -  42nd STREET"

There was a light rain falling as Martin walked out of his office building onto the street.  He stopped for a moment just outside the doorway and surveyed the people who were rushing past.  Although the rain wasn't coming down too heavily, the wind made for a stormy evening and this caused everyone to be briskly moving along on their way.

Martin on the other hand, was in no particular hurry this evening so he had the luxury of proceeding at a leisurely pace.  He pulled the collar of his jacket up over his neck and began to walk towards the corner.  

As he neared the corner, the traffic came to a halt as the light changed to red.  Martin stepped off the curb, crossed the street and walked down 42nd Street in the direction of the bus terminal.  He passed by Grand Central Station and a little farther along he took a moment to glance up at the lights shinning in the windows of the Public Library.  The rain lessened and it turned into only slight drizzle as he continued to walk his walk toward Times Square.

As Martin crossed Broadway, he noticed the new construction and revitalization that had begun to take place in the Times Square area.  This area that was now along 42nd Street between Broadway and 8th Avenue was not the same as it had been during his younger years in the late 1960's.  Gone were the X-rated movie theaters with their tantalizing posters and especially gone were the many pornographic book stores, each with their own variety of sex filled picture magazines and other sexy offerings.  

Martin stopped for a moment, looked around and remembered that it was exactly here on 42nd Street that in his late teens, he had first become aware of how girls could offer up their bodies to pose for the pictures in those sexy books, movies and magazines.  "Oh those magazines!" he thought.  "Each one had it's own set of pictures.  Each one offered its own story, picture after picture after picture!".

During those years, Martin had enjoyed the magazines that showed the older girls with their large and fully developed breasts.  He also enjoyed the pictures of the girls wearing high heels, stockings and panties.  He would move from magazine to magazine, thumbing through the pages, enjoying each picture, thinking that each girl had her legs spread open just form him.

Back then, it was only the older girl picture magazines that kept Martin's interest.  For whatever reason, Martin had always passed by the tables where the magazines showing pictures of the little girls had been.  Martin remembered how he would only take a glancing look at the magazine of the little girls.  The little girls, mostly naked, were probably 11 or 12 years old, sometimes younger and each one was usually with a grown up man.  Sometimes the little girls would be sitting or standing with the men.  Other times they would be lying down on a bed or a couch.  The men often had their hands gently touching the little girls.  Sometimes the girls' legs would be spread open so that their little hairless pussies would show for the man taking the pictures.

These days Martin was kicking himself for not buying some of these little girl magazines back when he had the chance.  You see Martin's tastes in girls had changed over the years.  Gone were the yearnings for the older girls with the large supple breasts.  Now his desires were solely for naked little preteen darling girls.  Little girls who looked just like the ones who had graced the pages of those wonderful picture magazines with their legs wide open.

Even though Martin didn't have any of the magazines from way back then, he smiled to think about the 'little darling' pictures of his own that he gotten to take a few years ago. 

Suddenly, Martin's lustful thoughts were interrupted by a strong gust of cold wind and he was awakened back to the present.  A cold wind blew as he continued walking down 42nd Street, but Martin was warmed inside by the thoughts of those little preteen girls with their panties around their ankles, openly posing for the camera. 

Martin rounded the corner and proceeded into the City Transportation Building where he went upstairs to catch the bus back to his home.










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