By sending the story “Man and Woman” to the site, I had no idea how many people care about the topic touched in it. Of course, among the responses were those that did not contain too clean sentences. However, it was not they who interested me, but first of all those where it was said about loneliness - physical and mental.

It turns out that many are wondering: how did a young woman get into this situation? Meanwhile, this situation is probably typical, just not everyone is willing to share with others the most intimate. One of the scenarios is in front of you.

... She had a very Puritan-minded mother, who considered that which was below the belt was a forbidden and shameful topic. Therefore, it was necessary to reach everything with your mind, making your own - often irreparable - mistakes. She gave herself up for the first time only because she was looking for heat and protection, which she did not get at home. All her knowledge of the physical side of love was drawn from books secretly given by her friends, and from meaningless conversations with adolescents like herself. She did not go on dates, she didn’t know how to flirt, and all she could afford was only secret meetings. From this, her first feeling bore the imprint of guilt and shame.

Married at 18, she was no longer a girl, but never became a woman. It was not the fear of self-manifestation, but only ignorance of oneself. In marriage, for her was the main escape from the yoke of maternal care. But neither she nor her boy-spouse ever managed to fully enjoy intimacy. Although this happened quite often, it was more like a rabbit hairstyle: hastily, almost without caresses, and certainly without pleasure. She did not love him (however, she still did not love anyone except the first one), but was grateful for the opportunity to be away from her mother. She did not change him - there was no need, but she soon realized that she was not interested in living with this boy: they were too different. They parted painlessly, and after a few years she almost forgot him.

However, with the return to the parental home, all previous problems returned. And again a man appeared on her path, towards whom she reached out all the same - out of despair. It was then, when she was a little over 20, and the awakening of a woman occurred. It did not happen all of a sudden, she only gradually realized her desires, learned to feel her body, to understand and accept a man. Perhaps the passion that had arisen in her would have made her partner happy, but the bashfulness brought up by her mother did not allow her to openly talk about what she wanted. Meanwhile, it was discovered that her husband’s alcoholism (about which she was known even before the wedding and from which she naively dreamed to save him) began to progress, which affected not only the situation in the family, but also its potency. Now their intimacy did not occur more often than once every two or three months and was built according to the scheme: “Let's go faster to the bathroom, we have 10 minutes to the cinema”. Once she somehow calculated and with surprise and horror she discovered that they have sex 1, 5 hours a year. In year...

I think that was when she found salvation in the very bathroom, where she was periodically driven into a five-minute joke. Exploring her body, she found that a strong jet of water directed at the clitoris, causes a very pleasant feeling, but clearly something is missing. At the same time, trying to reassure somehow the organism requiring its own, she, like many, probably, began to experiment with objects that even remotely resemble a member. Finally, she combined both actions: a jet shower and a can from under the deodorant. Now she has the opportunity to get an orgasm, but after that she always feels empty and often has a headache.The fact is that she is a multi-female woman, but cannot “fly away” in the bathroom more than once: it becomes not pleasant, but disgusting.

Some time later, traveling on the Internet, she discovered anal sex, and she became interested. True, the first impression was spoiled by the natural excretions of the body, after which she always began to use the enema beforehand. The second spray gave her the opportunity to experience another orgasm, and, as it turned out, not in all similar to the vaginal.

Now that represents her life today. She left her husband, but the internal disgust does not allow her to start inconvenient tricks and "one-time" partners, and this is not interesting to her. She has a daughter, whom she does not want to repeat her own fate, and therefore calmly answers the questions arising from the child. And from time to time: when once a week, when almost every day - she sits down in front of the computer and opens stories, and after that goes to the bathroom, where “loyal comrades” are waiting for her. She turns on the water, sits down, spreads her legs, sends a strong jet to the clitoris, puts a spray into the vagina or anus (and sometimes both places at the same time), closes her eyes - and imagines that there is no soul, no hard-wearing cans, there are hands that hug and caress her, there are lips that kiss her, there is a member that enters it deeper and stronger. And then she screams, and the muscles contract, pushing a foreign object, a spasm passes through her body, and then she opens her eyes and cries because she turned over another page of self-deception ...