Call me mad. I am what you call a parents worst nightmare. Yes I am only 19, but I love to target eighteen year old girls. Girls who have their whole lives ahead of them and achieved a score of thirteen hundred on their SAT and are looking forward to college. Girls who are look innocent but want sex more than anything behind that sweet smile. How do I get them? Lend me an ear and I will tell you.
I am the hottest guy around. I am built like a stone wall, a pretty boy face with a shitty attitude. My parents have the money to buy me what ever I want. I have my own personal gym and high price tricked out ride. I spend part of the day working out and the rest pursing my interest. I go to college also. Dad needs me to continue the family business so I was forced to earn my engineering degree, but enough of that. Let's talk about my breeding habits.
I party a lot and get to meet allot of young women in and around the tri state New York area. I am an expert at warming up to them. They love my personality. I appear sweet and caring as first when I meet them. I find a topic we can talk about and get them totally interest in me. I never talk about sex first. I appeal to their sweet personality and complement them on what makes them tick. If a young women dresses well, writes well or other things I will make her feel like she is the most special person in the world. We date for a while and then I go for the throat. Let me give you and example.
Debbie was my last victim. She was about 5 feet 3in. brown hair and pretty face. She like to wear hot clothes that showed her thighs but never too short. She did have nice legs and her breasts are perky with smallish nipples. I met her though some friends. She just graduated high school and was going away in two months two attend a teaching college. Debbie wanted to teach math. I was taken by that because it is always the nerdy girls that loved math. Debbie was no nerdy chick. She always looked and smelled great.
I took her to museums, to plays and out to eat to win her confidence. She was like a plum falling into my hand. The night I gave her more than I took it was the most perfect night. We drove to a nice quite place to talk and I picked up a bottle of champagne. She drank it with out too much difficulty. She wore the same old pretty skirts that showed her lovely sexy legs. Debbie was perfect for me. It would take so little to rip her panties off and rape her. I put my hand on her legs while she talked. She was a little tipsy and did not notice my intensions. I was hot for her. Being eighteen and a virgin blew my mind away.