Selena Gomez @ Disney & ABC Group Summer Press Junket

This shit isn't jailbait! Jailbait is a young teen who looks ready for hard sex! This bitch looks like a baby. A little baby cousin or something. Fucking adorable, sweet face, but it ain't fucking jailbait.

Yes, she doesn't look like she's ready for hard sex, but maybe she's one of those young girls who just can't express it properly. Perhaps if one got into the bed with her she would be down for anything, and then the man could show her the tricks up his sleeve.

And yes, I want to absolutely fuck the shit out of Selena!

I LOVE YOU SELENA

Ugh . . . I don't know how anyone could have sexual thoughts about her. She looks about 9 and still plays with Barbie dolls.

But that won't stop some of the pervs on this site from detailing at length their gross fantasies about her.

she's cute...very cute!!...a little big from the head area but cute!!

You white knights will never get a personal visit from her to thank you, so give over already.

She's a hottie. And has had sex; surprise!

Remember yourself at 16. Now add Hollywood privilege to that.

very average looking

Hey Selena - you know what goes good with tacos ? My spunk. Call me !

In all honesty... This chick seriously looks like a straight child. I couldn't care if she was 18 right now. Here appearence right there... Thats a straight kid. Get her outta here...

she looks like a 4 year old. kinda sad...

I told you people. Told you all and you laughed at me. Told you how vicious this girl is and you dismissed me as some fool.

She called me a poet. Yes, that was her. A poet.... Ha! This girl doesn't just know where to stick the knife, she knows how to twist it once it's in.

In another life I aspired to be a poet. I envisioned myself as Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, or Gertrude Stein. I wrote prodigiously of love, heartache, the nature of existence; I wrote of life. One summer I wrote what I considered to be a genuine masterpiece. It was a chilling free-form yet wonderfully rhythmic post-modern verse on human interrelationships and their asymptotic promise of completeness. I called it "All Up In Her Sticky." I submitted this "magnum opus" to a prestigious poetry contest, half hoping and half expecting it to be lauded as a singular achievement of beauty and brilliance. Instead it was disqualified for "encouraging criminally licentious acts." Put simply, the judges misconstrued my words to be promoting intercourse with various but specific breeds of dog.

Of course it was untrue. Patently absurd. It was just symbolism. I would have cried censorship but I'd actually plagiarized a lot of the poem from a little-known Ionesco work so I figured that in some circuitous way perhaps universal justice had ultimately been served. But of course none of that was the point. My dream had been smashed, irreparably damaged, the whole experience so disheartening and disillusioning that my erstwhile indefatigable quill, like my broken heart, thereafter went unmoved. (That was symbolism.)

Only an otherworldly demon like this girl could resurrect ghosts so long buried. (Not symbolism.) How else could one explain the precision of her cruelty?

But she is even more devious than that, as she delivered her tortuous, emasculating excoriation via the sweet sound of her lips so as to continually lure her victim back. (Symbolism. Well, wait. If you count those pictures I have of her with a hole cut out where the mouth is then I guess it's more of a double entendre.) For a sick, narcissistic mind, her ostensible kindness extends the sliver of hope that keeps one bound to unsatisfactory fantasy. Had she simply stated her revulsion for me, her words would have been hurtful but liberating, convincing even my delusional brain to accept reality, or what passes for reality, and forget about this beautiful, unattainable paragon. Instead, her words grant only enough to perpetuate the cycle of temptation, transformation, taunt, and torment. She forces me to relive my failure in the contest, both as itself and as a symbol of her view of me as a loathsome retch, over and over indefinitely. What a fucking cunt, huh?

No mere mortal could concoct such optimally severe punishment. No mere girl, however intelligent, stunning, and conniving, could conceive of something ostensibly complimentary yet so complete in its cruelty. Poet.... No single word could have been more painful, no combination more precise. This girl is some transcendent being. How am I to combat that? She has the power to resurrect personal demons; I can't get my cat to stop shitting in my closet.

(This was an allegory.)

Jailbait ??? ............................................yep!

she's alright, but i had overflow of things that made me worned out

she looks about 8, anyone having sexual thoughts about her is very wrong to do so.

Her head is disproportionately small compared to the rest of her body. Additionally, she is best friends with that insufferable Demi Lovato. However, her mother was in a Disney commercial with her and is a hottie.

I still want to adopt her (If I were 40 yrs old).

Dude, those sex storys are dirty and horny with sex for Selena and demi i get hard and cum too! LOL! the dickspitz is the much nasty storys are best!

Pt.1"When Mom's Away, Selena Will Play, ..... With Big, Hard Cocks!" Selena calls me and tells me excitedly, "She's gone for the day! Get your cock over here NOW!!". She greets me at the front door and sticks her backdoor in my face. ...

She lets one fly and has herself a few giggles because farts are funny. And so Selena thought, but no more. My left hand comes down with a loud smack across the asscrack forcing Selena to yelp. My right hand spreads her cheek and examines Selena's brown buttery butthole. ...