My name is John Silas Ecks and society tells me I am a pedophile, that I am sick. I am not. I reject the word “pedophile.” I do not love only children. I love love. I am a philiaphile.
How do I know? I have tasted my own daughter’s sweet secretions since I could first wrest the babe away from her mother’s arms. As she has grown I have tasted and explored and made love to her in every way imaginable. I have given her this gift because I love her.
There is no greater gift that a man can wring from this existence than tasting of that virgin fruit, before any cracks can form in a young gem. I know you have lusted after this in your heart. I assure you, my friend, to deny yourself that pleasure is a sin.
When my own fruit is not close I pluck from the trees around me. With my perfect pitch I play a siren song and lure them close to shower them with my love and emissions. They love me for it and I love them.
It is better when one can penetrate without blood, though I’ve cracked a few eggs too early, I’m afraid. It pains me because I am loathe to hurt them. I love them. To see their eyes widen as I enter them is the ultimate gift for both of us.
So have at it, friends, I John Silas Ecks invite your to post all of your fantasies both imagined and real in this thread.
