"Children are sexual".

I used that phrase today on GC, in some thread or other. I've used it many times on GC over the years, as most of us have. I've used it, invoked it, preached on it, ruminated over it; joyously meditated upon, and riotously masturbated to, its wondrous truth. At least, where the latter is concerned, the half of it that relates to little girls...

It's the sexiness of little girls (and of one particular little girl, of whom more in a minute) that I want to talk about here. I'm obsessed with, and utterly adore the cuteness, cuddliness and fluffiness of little girls, but girl love is a stew of many different flavours and textures, and there is in the mix at times a spiciness which fairly takes your breath away and provides some illustration of the divine truth with which I began.

And no, anti-ped lurkers, I am not about to describe some illicit act of illegality - I've none to describe: sexiness is no less sexy when it is not acted upon; in fact, it is in some delightful way, even more sexy when it is unspoken, understated, un-acted; just evident in the spirit of the moment and the play of the eyes.

OK, on to the detail. The little girl who has inspired this post is a member of the class which I am teaching at the moment. She is nine, a beautiful brunette with a killer smile and giggle, an infectious sense of fun and an affectionate sexiness about her which has the capacity to nearly knock the sense out of me in one glorious swipe. In the absence of my beloved and much-missed Saoirse, this little wild beauty is doing pretty good at keeping me alive...

And, to return to the point of the post, she knows it. That unspoken 'connection' is evident and alive in the little sparks of magic she is giving me. She began just by holding my hand and telling me she liked me. Just held my hand and snuggled into me a little. That was nice. Next day she did a little more - by doing less. She placed and lightly pressed her hand against mine, but without taking hold. And the way she was looking at me.... whew. You want to hold my hand, don't you?. She didn't speak it in words, but she said it nonetheless, clear as ringing crystal. And when I took her hand, the spark in her eyes and the triumphant swirl of her shiny bobbed hair, the mischievous but delighted smile on her face - just about said it all.

There were lots of cuddles after that - sometimes she would wrap herself around me and hold on tight, gazing up at me or burying her face; other times she would back off and only give me a little of the closeness she knew I wanted. Until, that is, she saw enough need and desire in my eyes (actually I think she sensed it somewhere deeper - she is reading my spirit) to respond to with a gift of her affection. And she gave it generously. This little girl really knows what she's about;)

In the classroom, she takes me lightly by the hand and over to where she is sitting. I kneel beside her and look at her book; she is looking at me - there's no way I can describe that look, but I doubt I need to;) She is taking my hand in both of hers and caressing it.

She alternates between smothering the breath out of me with cuddles and hugs and a light touch to the hand and a back-off (with a sexy smile).

She is teasing me, of course (though with a purpose in her teasing). Affectionately...yes. Sexily... ? Hmmmm:)

This kind of self-awareness in lg's - it's rather more common than would be acknowledged I certainly think. She reminds me very much - both in looks and in character - of a girl I once knew, years ago who used much the same tactics. The sweetest memory I have of her was from a certain Christmas time, when the children were giving me gifts - she presented her box of chocs, or whatever it was, and told me she had another present for me. It was a cuddle. One of the others looking on asked her what the other present was, and she answered, with such a look of sexy teasing in her eyes, "Me!" That is a memory out of which I daily drain the nectar, and never tire of doing so. As Christmas approaches this year, more of the same I hope:)