I've decided to start keeping a diary because I want the journey you are about to read about recorded.

We all pretend. We all lie. We pretend that we don't want what we truly want. We pretend that we're not desperate. We pretend that we're satisfied. We pretend that we're happy.

I had wanted Clare for some time. Since she was born, actually. She was my brother's daughter and I pretended that I loved her only as an uncle should. I pretended that her naked body did not turn me on. I pretended that I was indifferent to her bare vagina when I was bathing her. I pretended that my feelings for her were purely platonic. And I certainly pretended that sex with a five-year-old was something I would never - not in a million years - consider. Then I stopped pretending.

I have just licked Clare's incredibly delicious snatch for the first time. I am in heaven. She was asleep. She was lying in her bed with the covers pulled back. It's been a hot day and the evening hasn't brought much relief. Clare was asleep with only her little pink top on and no panties. I entered her room quietly, knelt beside her and licked her belly. I circled her belly button with the tip of my tongue and tasted her soft, tender flesh. She tasted delicious. She was warm, too.

I parted her legs cautiously - being careful not to wake her - and lifted them slightly. Then I began to kiss the top of her slit. I kissed it slowly, lovingly and passionately. I sucked it as I kissed it and I worked my tongue between the puffy, little girl lips and showered some real attention on her baby clitoris. I loved the way she tasted. I smelt piss and sweat in her slit and I noticed that the area immediately surrounding her fuckhole was like a cauldron. It was as if all her heat was centered there.

I stopped a couple of times to check that Clare hadn't woken. I was being very careful. I didn't want her to know what I was doing. I was turned on by the idea that I was "molesting" her, but I didn't believe that I was doing her any harm. I wasn't. But the specter of "molestation" made what I was doing all the more exciting. I'd only read about molesting a child before - and I'd seen pictures, too - but I never thought I'd get to experience a little girl's body myself - not first-hand, anyway. Now I had.

As I licked Clare's cunt (I love calling it that), I kept thinking about her other hole just an inch below. I wanted that, too. I wanted to know how her child's bottom would taste. Would it be as hot as her vagina? Would it be as tender and yielding?

But first I opened Clare's "petals" up because I wanted to see her cooch up close. I'd seen plenty of cuntholes before and I'd loved and adored them, but I'd never seen a five-year-old's cunthole - not for real, anyway. I spread Clare's soft lips with both my thumbs and stretched them until her tight little pisser was visible. It looked amazing. It was pink and moist and an acrid, overpowering scent emanated from it. It was strange. Although little Clare was only all of five, her cunt already made a statement. It was well worth my efforts......(cont)