Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I don’t like to tell this story, but I think if I do, it may save just one little girl or boy from going through what I did. So, I’m going to be brave and tell you about how the grinch stole my virginity. Just like every Christmas eve before, my mom told me to go to bed early so that Santa could come. She would always say, “He knows when you are sleeping, and he won’t bring you any gifts if you are awake.” I didn’t understand why Santa had to be so sneaky or why he didn’t want to be seen, but I tried to go to sleep as she said.
Only I wasn’t tired. I never go to bed early, plus I was so excited about my possible presents that it was nearly painful to close my eyes and lie still, but I tried! I squeezed my pillow tight and closed my eyes, willing the night to pass quickly!
How The Grinch Stole My Virginity
Seconds seemed like hours and minutes like days. Christmas was never going to come at this rate. My restless body tossed and turned until I heard a noise that came from downstairs. I froze instantly! He was here! Santa was dropping off my gifts, I thought. Next, I tried to slow my breathing and pretend to be fast asleep.
What started as a shuffling sound downstairs turned to footsteps coming up the stairs. Then my bedroom door creaked open, and it was so, so hard not to move. If Santa caught me awake, according to my mom, he’d take my gifts back! The footsteps got closer and closer until they were right beside my bed. I felt the mattress dip as someone kneeled up on my bed. My body rolled a little towards them, but still, I pretended to stay sleeping.
What I thought was Santa’s soft glove, began to group my breasts through my sleep shirt. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I started to breathe heavier. Then, those soft, fuzzy hands pulled down my panties and flipped me over onto my tummy. That’s when he took it. When the grinch stole my virginity, he forced his way inside of me, and my eyes popped open. Thankfully I was on my tummy so that he couldn’t see me, but I saw him in the reflection of my bedroom mirror. His big green body was mounted on top of my teenage body, just plowing himself into me.
I want to say no, Christmas eve has never been like that again, but that wouldn’t be true. Every year the grinch comes back to visit me while I pretend to be asleep.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410