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 Title:My Personal Mona Lisa
Part: only part 1 (completely)
Author: Curious Cat
Keywords: Mg
Summary: Every man seeks out his own ideal woman, or young woman as it
is in my case.  I am a sculptor who loves to feel the curves and plains of
a young woman's body.  And then I create a masterpiece.  But this darling
little child was to be my own personal Mona Lisa of love.  I couldn't take
my eyes off of her.

















   ==== This story is meant to be totally fictional.  The author believes
that all sexual acts between consenting adults are natural and acceptable
as long as both\all parties are in agreement to the appropriateness of
their actions at some point in their relationship.  Obviously, this story
is not intended for minors (individuals under the legal age) or for that
matter, anyone who might be offended at reading a story about an adult who
engages in all types of sex with children, non-consenting sex, mild S&M,
B&S and rough sex.  So, if this subject matter offends you, please read no
further.  For the hearty, read on... ========





   "My Personal Mona Lisa" Written by Curious Cat











   Day One...



   The first time I ever laid eyes on her was at an art show in Greenwich
Village.  She was gorgeous.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  Petite
and brunette.  Long, lustrous sable curls cascading down her thin back. 
She barely reached mid chest on me.  I measured, of course, as we stood
talking.  Her mother and I.  Mona Lisa was only twelve.  From time to time,
I pulled my gaze away from her vivacious mother to stare down at the child.
Each time, big round brown eyes stared me down.  I found it incredibly sexy
to have this beautiful child assessing me back so boldly and assertively.



   Quietly and quickly her mother and I made arrangements for me to do the
child.  I'm a sculptor and my models are always young girls on the brink of
womanhood.  Sometimes as young as nine and as old as fifteen at others. 
Before they bleed.  I prefer virgins.  They are so much more fun to seduce
and train.  So pliable.  Mmmm...



   Our arrangements made, I turned to smile down at my new consort, "I'm
looking forward to sculpting your body, Mona Lisa." She stared at me for a
long moment before replying, "Mona Lisa?  Like the painting in the
L'Ouvre?" I grinned at her, "Yes.  Just like you, dark and mysterious." She
smiled broadly at being compared so favorably to one of the most famous art
beauties ever.



   For my part, I was simply impressed that the child had even heard of the
Mona Lisa.  Showed that she had some class.  Silently, I thanked "Mommy"
for that one.  It was always easier to seduce the "cultured" ones.  Better
manners; less willing to scream out for help.  "Mommy" herself would be
quickly and efficiently cut right out of the equation.



   Besides, I already realized that the mother knew the score.  She had
been looking for a man just like me.  Someone to teach her daughter about
her body, and her sensuality.  She's European and they always have a
healthier attitude about sexuality.  I really like that too.  I'm no
rapist. I am a seducer.  There is a vast difference between the two, which
I would endeavor to show my little Mona Lisa.



   Her price was high but I wasn't concerned about that part of the
transaction.  All I cared about was that I was attracted to the girl and
she to me.  From the appraising glances I was receiving, I had no doubt of
my ability to woo her easily.  She would be in my care for the next few
months.  It would be a challenge I welcomed, to teach her about her
gorgeous body and its reactions to being stroked and loved by an artist
like me.



   Especially since we would be nearly alone for the entire time, at my
estate in Connecticut or here in Greenwich Village at my loft studio. 
Standing there that afternoon, I allowed myself the supreme pleasure of
reacting to her loveliness.  Small swollen peaks straining against the
stretchy material of her leotard.  I imagined the irritation of the rough
material as it rubbed back and forth across her tiny nipples.  Exciting her
young body into that hunger for pleasure.

   Day Two...



   She came to me on a Thursday afternoon.  Late in the day.  Her duffelbag
grasped in one hand and a small pillow in the other.  She was a little bit
disconcerted to be with a relative stranger.  A male one at that.  I moved
forward to grasp her right hand with both of mine.  "Thank you for coming,
Mona Lisa.  I have been looking forward to your arrival for days." She
smiled then.  A rather adult smile for one so young.



   "How much?" she inquired, surprising me somewhat.  I looked down into
her lovely, flushed cheeks for a somewhat lengthy moment, "$5,000...cash."
She seemed disappointed, "That's all!  Supposedly I'm worth much more than
that."



   I threw back my head to laugh loudly, "Worth more than $5,000?  Ha!  Ha!
That is so good." She pouted then.  Such a tempting little pout too.  Her
full lower lip invited mine to claim her.  I lowered my lips to hers.  She
was hardly fazed.  My warm, hungry mouth met her smaller, cooler ones.  The
stirrings began in the pit of my stomach and shot upward at the contact. 
Hot.  Extremely hot, tasting that delicious child's lips.  I just wanted to
bite into that full, lower lip.  Tasting it.  But...I resisted that
particular urge...for now.



   She already knew how to kiss.  I could tell that from her reaction. 
"Who taught you to kiss like that?" I murmured softly into her hair.  I
really didn't care at that point.  I was busy breathing in her sweet
natural smells and a slight apple fragrance clinging to her heavy length of
hair.  "Danny." Was her simple response.  "Who's Danny?" I asked curiously
as I lifted her hair to expose the hot skin at the nape of her neck.



   She waited for a long moment before replying.  I was almost convinced
that either she hadn't heard me, or at least that I had failed to speak
aloud.  Bad habit with me.  Thinking instead of speaking.  However, this
time, the fault lay with her; not me.  "My mother's lover.  Well, her
female lover.  She has male ones also."



   "A Sappho?" I inquired, quite surprised at the cool demeanor of this
worldly but innocent child.  She grinned at my choice of labels.  "I like
that; a Sappho.  Sounds so much better than "Dyke," or even "Lesbo." She
giggled.  I smiled at her, eager for her to share more.  However, once
again, she surprised me by smiling back at me.  No further revelations were
forthcoming.  I was in a minor quandry.  Eager on one hand to know all but
reluctant to be the nosy inquisitor.  So, I waited...as did my petite
Lolita.  Smiling angelically right back at me as though she had just shared
an innocent childish adventure instead of what she had intimated about her
mother's femme lover.



   "Is that all?" I heard my voice ask.  Breaking our combined silence. 
She smirked at me.  It was a charming smirk but a smirk nonetheless.  It
grated slightly.  I felt disconcerted by this child-woman.  "No..." she
admitted at just the right moment.  "She taught me other wonderful things
too.  I quite enjoyed her attentions."



   Raising one curious eyebrow, I heard myself inquire, "Attentions?  What
sort of attentions, my darling." "She loved me with her lips and tongue. 
Lapped my pussycat, as she called it.  It felt deliciously wonderful."



   As I gazed down at her, I felt my cock surge appreciatively.  This
beautiful child stood there confidently telling me of her woman lover's
pleasuring and I was becoming hard.  I wanted her naked body on top of
mine. Skin to skin.  Small muff opened to my gaze.  I wanted to taste her
all over.  Feel the smooth, supple skin of my newest "conquest."



   "Mona Lisa, my darling.  I'll show you to your room." She smiled that
incredible close-mouth smile again.  So mysterious and adult for a child of
twelve.  "Allow me to carry your bag, my sweet." Grasping it easily in one
hand, I motioned for her to walk ahead of me down the hallway.  I watched
the gentle sway of her slender hips and buttocks as she proceeded down the
unfamiliar hallway.  "Turn left at the last door on your left." I murmured
quietly.



   She did as I had directed, pausing to stand outside the last door. 
Reaching around her, I turned the knob and pushed open the door.  "This
will be your castle, sweetheart." I am next door, with that connecting door
the only impediment between us.  It is never locked on your side; only on
mine when I so choose."



   The imp had the audacity to raise only one shapely eyebrow at my words.
She remained silent as she walked slowly around the room, sizing it up as I
watched.  Her tresses cascading seductively down her back as she glided
from one key point to another.  Her whole demeanor very mature and
accepting.  No childish questions or comments about wanting her mother.  I
liked that about her.



   Turning near the bed, she smiled at me, "What's our schedule to be,
Sir." My cock surged as she called me, "Sir." "Up at 7 each morning.  A
quick breakfast and into the studio by 8.  Some days, when we've had a late
night session, I'll allow you to sleep in until 10 or 11.  On others, I'll
want to lift you right from your bed.  I love the thought of all those
glorious locks tousled from our lovemaking."



   Lifting one tantalizing sable curl, she sucked on just the end of it,
"Tousled from our lovemaking, Sir?  Sounds delicious." I stood there,
tenting painfully, as I feasted my eyes upon my own personal little Mona
Lisa.



   "Come to me, darling child.  I want to feel my arms around your body."
She grinned wickedly, knowing full well the effect she was having on my
senses.



   "May I have a few moments, Sir?  To freshen up?" Although, I was
surprised at her request, and by her audacity, I was also pleased by her
pluckiness.  I nodded my assent and she turned to search for her bag.  As I
watched, she quickly and efficiently withdrew several items.  It was like
watching a miniature woman in action.  Her movements fluid and sure.  It
excited me to see her confidence and assurance as she unpacked.



   As I lounged in the overstuffed chair by the window, I was pleased to
see that within a mere five minutes, she had settled in.  Smiling at me,
she asked, "Almost ready, Sir.  Might I be excused to do my ablutions?" I
grinned at her choice of words.  As I do even now.  The child's training
was exquisite.  "Please.  Ablute!" My darling grinned impishly.  "Yes,
Sir!" It was a distinct pleasure to watch her small butt globes undulate as
she moved toward the small, private room with her toiletries.



   It couldn't have been two minutes before she returned, quite tidy.  Hair
neatly brushed but still curling wildly around her face and draped over one
bare shoulder.  I surged uncontrollably to see the child walking toward me
clothed only in a pair of white cotton panties.  My small Salome seducing
me with her walk to where I waited.



   Spreading my legs apart, I motioned for her to kneel before me.  I
hardly needed to waste the effort.  Smiling up at me with such innocent
guile, I happily noted that her small, slender fingers easily freed my
manhood from its prison.  As those small, cool fingers grasped me, my
eyelids floated shut.  I had chosen well.  My darling little Mona Lisa was
prepared to serve me submissively.



   Continued...Part 2 ?

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incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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