Your Little Lolita
The man living next door is watching me again. I am his obsession. He is quiet, serious, and smart. Mom has a crush on him. She is hilarious, throwing herself at him the way she does. Baking for him, running errands for him, hanging on his every word, annoying him with her mindless chatter. She is like a stupid puppy begging for a pat on the head. She is kind of ditzy, frivolous and dowdy. Mom thinks the man is interested in her. I see the way he looks at me. He goes for a walk at night, right before my bedtime. From the sidewalk, he watches me as I undress. I strip in front of the window. I blow him kisses. He has a taste for something forbidden like me. I shouldn’t be such a cock tease, but I am. I blue ball him. Teasing him when I crawl into his lap or tickle him behind his ear. He fantasizes about me, not my Mom. He knows my name is Lucie, but when we are alone, he calls me Little Lolita. He whispers it in my ear. My Mom is asking him over for dinner this weekend. He will be grateful for the invitation because it is an excuse to be with me. I will sit across the table and run my little toes along his leg under the table. He will cough, almost choke to death when my toes caress his balls. I feel him hard through his pants. That will be hilarious. I have this man right where I want him. During dinner, Mom is going to ask him to tutor me this fall with my school work. He will gladly accept and rearrange his schedule so he can spend an hour alone with me after school. I will make him do my homework for me while I sit on his lap texting my girlfriends. I am just a tiny little teen who dominates him.
Written By: Lucie
