Write about your first crush

Ok, but this is private, yes?

Her name was Tressy. She had beautifully smooth skin and looked fantastic naked. She lived in my sister’s toy box and when my sister was elsewhere, playing with the emotions of real people, me and Tressy bonded. She let me stroke her firm buttocks and turn the screw in the small of her back that made her silken hair grow. That was far more erotic than it sounds, so you can imagine the heartbreak when one day I visited Tressy’s cluttered abode to find her with no head. It laid awkwardly to one side, next to the panda with the squashed nose, her glorious mane in tatters. I still sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with that sad scene in my head. And I think about Tressy and what we had, and what might have been if things had turned out differently.