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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Twilight.27s_Confession.22.28EQG.29">"Twilight's Confession"(EQG)</span><a href="&quot;Twilight's_Confession&quot;(EQG)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Twilight's Confession&quot;(EQG)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have a confession to make, for the past month I've been sneaking into your house and stealing your underwear.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, that explains where they've all been going. Any reason why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-well..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm going to come clean, no more lies.. I took them, and then.. I smelled them so I could masturbate to them.. Masturbate to the thought of you that is.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you must be pretty upset with me now. And.. You'd be well within your rights to call the police on me. But I just want you to know I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make up for what I've done. I'm truly sorry, and I promise I won't ever do it again.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;...Well it's a good thing you aren't stealing my undies then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it'd be weird if I just found out you did that, and had to something about it. Good thing you never told me, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, Anon, I said I /am/ stealing your--&quot;</span><br />&quot;In fact, who'd know how I'd react if you had told me? I could've been seriously upset or angry! Yeah, you better just keep it a secret and not say anything. After all, I might even accidentally say the he keeps spare keys in the flower pot on accident. Oh, and whatever you do, do NOT go by my house tonight at <span class="nu0">8</span> p.m. because I'll totally not fulfill your fantasies and let you take as much underwear as you want. I repeat: DO NOT stop by my house at <span class="nu0">8</span> p.m. tonight!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's shameful face shifts into a sheepish smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Thanks, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With an inviting smile, you wink at her.</span><br />&quot;You're &quot;not&quot; welcome, person who is definitely not stealing my underwear.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk off in the hallway, realizing you can't wipe the smirk off your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew Twi very little, but well enough to have had small, minute discussions with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It all started with the Dazzling's, and how Twi returned and, yet again, saved the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since then, she's been, well, known as pretty fucking cool.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets a lot of attention, as one would expect, and she's become quite popular among who else but boys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you first met her the week after the Dazzling Incident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;See, she comes here on alternating weeks between HER world and OUR world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One week she's here, then she's not, then she is, then she's not...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get the idea, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, yeah, you met her when she officially had real classes assigned to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were practically made so she could have each of her seven periods be a class with one of her six friends, and one without any of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shared her first and second classes with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your first impressions were made on a Monday, the beginning of a week and the beginning of you and her's first meeting of one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;See, her first period is Drama, and when she had this class the first week after the Dazzlings, she enjoyed it more than she thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember a lot of her nervous chuckles, how she'd giggle and blush as she would stumble over her lines...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was cute, in all honesty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now of course, you're not going to lie; Twilight is really pretty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a lot of boys reeeeeaallly like her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, a lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, when Drama class ended, five guys all went up to her to start conversing with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing wrong with that, mind you, other than the fact that it was obvious with what they were trying to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walked past them as you saw her nervous smile, the awkwardness she endured...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she made quick eye contact with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You winked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she smiled back.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had the reputation of the chill guy--the one who doesn&quot;t fret too much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one who&quot;s easily forgiving, easily accepting, and easily open-minded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, hell, even Sunset when she was, like, evil didn&quot;t really know /how/ to bully you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One time (and you know you shouldn&quot;t be proud of this now that she&quot;s good and all) she tried to get these freshies to photoshop you so that it looked like you were having gay sex with Brawly Beats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she confronted you with that mean ol&quot; smile she used to have, you laughed, and said:</span><br />&quot;I mean, yeah, it was a better fuck than you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For two weeks, everyone was safe to laugh at the big bad bully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, no one really hated you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They think you&quot;re the school&quot;s big brother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They dude you go too and chillax with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight just so happened to like that&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the building of the school, looking for your car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, there it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to go home now.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Home is nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad and Mom are busy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pops is a pilot, Mom&quot;s a Stewardess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They first met on a train, fucked on a plane, and birthed you in a car crash as accidental as your sperm tearing through that condom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They loved ya though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you go upstairs into your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you&quot;re underwear is gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mental image of Twilight Sparkle, staying at whatever house she stays at, sniffing the crotch area of your spider-man undies is hilarious while arousing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your boner laughs with you at the picture of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time is 4:00 p.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d do your homework if you hadn&quot;t already in Study Hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeh boi, you get the shits done before you poop out, know what I&quot;m saying?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to go to your bookshelf, dropping you bookbag on the floor as it drops like a bag of hammers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What to read, what to read....</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nearly four hours pass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s been good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Relaxing, even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time is approaching 8 p.m., and you personally hope she sneaks in rather than rings the doorbell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve done yourself up, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Recently, you took a shower, used dad&quot;s expensive and exquisite cologne, put on your sophisticated as fuck robe, and sat in your room, reading your book while smoking Dad&quot;s pipe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My good sir, this, as many would say, is the life.</span><br /><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yat0VURSmCA <span class="br0">&#91;</span>Embed<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Footsteps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOUR hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smile creeps its way across the width of your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She really DID want it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interesting&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, the footsteps stop abruptly in front of your door.</span><br /><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tUlhM80ObM <span class="br0">&#91;</span>Embed<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s here.</span><br />&quot;Come in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a fuzzy, black hoodie on with grey sweat pants to keep her warm during the night, she timidly enters the room as you sit in your robe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Hi&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;S&quot;up,&quot; you say. &quot;Howzit going, f@m?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve never been embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever.</span><br />&quot;...Well, go on. The drawer&quot;s right there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances to it far too quickly before her eyes dart back to you, biting her lower lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her heart races like a running thoroughbred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blood rushes through her body as adrenaline floods her veins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She approaches the drawer, opens it, and grabs a pair of worn boxers you lazily stuffed in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another glance at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Go on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sniffs it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs the damn thing all over her face as if it were laced with heroin, and she an addict.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand goes to the zipper of her hoodie jacket, and she immediately unzips it, revealing absolutely nothing under it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast are bare to see, delicious b-cups made to be grabbed and held like gentle fruits, and sucked on just as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples are firm and erect as she proceeds to rub your underwear on her tits.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realize that if she does this every night, then there&quot;s a chance that if she leaves a pair she does this too&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...then the underwear you wear might have this exact treatment done to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spine sends a shiver up your spine at the thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, after five whole minutes of engorging herself with your underwear, she slows down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, sitting in your chair, erection under your robe poking halfway down the length of your thigh.</span><br />&quot;So you do that every night, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cheeks ablaze with fiery red, she nods shakily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-and then I masturbate...Sometimes in here. When you&quot;re asleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;That&quot;s hot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Most would say weird,&quot; she she says with a giggle.</span><br />&quot;The two are close enough for me,&quot; you say with a wink.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, um...can I take some of your--?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;But first, Twi&quot;&quot; you spread your legs out under your robe, revealing the huge member previously hidden from her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She freezes.</span><br />&quot;...I said I&quot;d fulfill your fantasies. You&quot;re living in one right now. What do you say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Twilight, don&quot;t zone out staring at it, I&quot;m right here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes to snap back to your own as her cheeks go scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry! It&quot;s just...thicker, than I imagined.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thatta bad thing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head in a big &quot;no&quot; with a cute grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, so what should I do?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, pulling off your robe as it drops to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your totally nude.</span><br />&quot;How about we situate ourselves, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods curtly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, yes! Of course, I knew that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes her jacket, and ditches the pants, and shifts to laying down on her hands and knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doggy style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, ready when you are&quot;&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hardly hear her though, distracted by the shape of her rear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You absolutely love it,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wordlessly place your hands firmly onto Twilight's ass, who in turn squeaks in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she realizes you are merely appreciating dat ass, she continues to calm herself.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was anxious, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The well-shaped rear of Twilight Sparkle isn't necessarily huge, per say, but it's very tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks&quot; shape look unreal in their roundness, a perfect pair of soft, untainted buns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are no indentures, no lines; just some nice, firm, tight booty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These cheeks, you'd say, are to be cupped in one&quot;s hand, massaged, then teasingly pinched and patted with gentle kisses to peck her smooth bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach your hand, feeling her smooth, soft skin and the fruitful shape it provides to appease you with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breath is shaky, a bead of sweat drops from the side of her head before she wipes it off with her forearm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is something you like about Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her maturity and intellect, her reactions to the alien experience of actually participating in these adult acts is so minute, turning her on easily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her kink, it seems, is not knowing for once, and allowing whatever to occur without knowing what comes next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because of this, she gets invested into the moment extraordinarily well, the slightest touch of your hand feeling up her ass causing her womanhood to drench the insides of her thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most girls you&quot;ve been with are enthusiastic, eager and prepared to throw themselves into the new rush with only minor hesitance&quot;.but Twilight&quot;s hesitance /is/ her form of that rush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, deciding to give her butt cheek a little peck, then a little...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YIPE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...pinch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shush her gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was going to be nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you just&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, sorry. Couldn't help it. It was begging me too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you a frumpy frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not sure if I should feel objectified or flattered.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Technically /I/ should feel objectified seeing as you fantasize over me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-true&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at her eager womanhood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh lawdy das real good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s tinier than most girls you&quot;ve been with, but every bit as delectable.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her small pussy is slick with liquid-arousal as it practically drips down her the insides of her legs&quot; thighs, trickling across the lavender, chill bump-riddled skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whole honey-pot is red and flared, aching for you to dutifully sheath yourself within her warm insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glide a finger between her cunt&quot;s lips, and curling smile on your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back arches as she thrashes her head up with an unbridled moan of animalistic pleasure, to afterwards she pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON JUST STICK YOUR DICK IN MY FUCKHOLE.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She covers her mouth, eyes wide and cheeks scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; she squeaks. &quot;I just...I dunno, maybe I'm on my heat cycle or something...just please, put it in me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flick her clit to which she literally trembles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The reaction just doesn't get old...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon&quot;.please&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at her quivering sex with hungry eyes.</span><br />&quot;Okay, okay...you ready?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yuh-huh&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly place your hands on her waist, her hips being nice to grasp onto, delicate and well framed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re dainty, cute hips that should be treated like a fine dessert, but not yet developed to be properly worshiped such as someone with the god-like hips of, say, Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel good to hold though, but you wonder if it's because you like being the big, muscular man holding a tiny, petite girl with a tight body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, you like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lining your length&quot;s tip at her entrance, you feel the heat she gives off as her twat shudders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks tight, if the size of her cunny was as small as it looked&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ll have to ease in more gently than what you&quot;re used to so she can accommodate your girth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the skin of her sensitive lips merely brush against the surface of your head, she begins to whimper like a bitch in heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her small cunt makes the tightness even more intense, and the softness of her lips were a definite plus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pop your head inside her as she sucks in a ton of air with a strong gasp.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her jaw gapes opens as sounds escape from her mouth, each noise becoming more squeaker and cute the deeper you go into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s so tight, it's actually making it difficult to pound into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, damn, it's tighter than a vice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But God does it feel good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you force yourself into her tight chambers of flesh, the slick, velvety walls extended by your member&quot;s girth taking up so much space in her that as her muscles try to contract and fits your size, they can barely manage to do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s drooling with the occasional barks and yelps escaping from her as her arms supporting her go completely limp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head lays on the floor as a result, her ass up in the air as her top body practically spasms with each inch deeper you go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to hold her hips more firmly so she doesn't jolt the wrong way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, as you reach her hilt, Twilight let's out a long, untamed moan as she begins convulsing in a seizure like manner, her body speaking more than her mind,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out from her, you grunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That pussy does not want you out of her...but it feels so good as it tries to suck you up inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warmth, the texture; it all engulfs your gigantic package as she moves around with random twitches, her face more vacant than a vegetable&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push back in at a steady pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You literally can't go faster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's so tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't matter, even the mere friction of your cock against her moist tunnel is truly a divine experience as it hugs your shaft tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s moans become mindless coos, babbles of no meaning other than the pleasured tones they carry to your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your stomach tighten as a strange feeling overcomes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a rock about to sink into a pond at a hundred miles per hour, the incoming rush of climax makes itself clear, and you find yourself about to face the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight has come more than once one, you noticed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First, the moment you were as deep as you could go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lost count after four.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you cum and</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s like a geyser that just went up, spurting powerfully with the force of a fucking tornado.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pleasure of this release you&quot;ve been denied all fucking night is indescribable, your mind a blank from such powerful waves of bliss wrecks your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out, and collapse next to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;That&quot;.was great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Same time tomorrow?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest is black.</span><br /><br />END</div></div>




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