January 7th.

Marinka brought a cassette with porn. Somehow I have never seen one before, erotic watched more than once, but there was no such thing for real porn. Therefore, I took the tape from her, promised to give it back tomorrow. In the evening, lay down on the sofa and turned on the video recorder. I don’t know — I don’t know: Either this film is the worst, or pornography doesn’t work at me the way it should, but I didn’t like it, I didn’t even watch it. The plot is as follows: three men are walking through the forest (by the way, all three are completely unsympathetic), at some point they diverge in different directions, and everyone meets a beautiful girl, half-dressed and ready for anything. And after about 10 minutes sexual intercourse is shown from all sides, then from afar, then as close as possible. And somehow it shows that it quickly becomes boring. Conventional reciprocating movements, neither beauty nor diversity in this. Is it possible that during sex I look just as boring? No, the members of the men are really excellent: large, smooth, with a beautiful head. But, perhaps, this is all that can be worthy of attention. The girls honestly moaned, but somehow unconvincing, in my opinion. The men, too, were in the process pretty calm. Silently and concentratedly did their work. Tomorrow I'll ask Marinka, is it really all porn? And it is completely incomprehensible, what is it about guys?

January 8.

Called Vadik. Bearing in mind our last meeting, I didn’t want to talk to him, he insisted that I had to send them rather rudely. I hope that I will not call more. But Tyoma does not call, although he promised. Maybe he already left? Or are they with Arkasha for a couple there kololes so that they forgot about me and remember? Sometimes I imagine how, after some time, I accidentally meet Arkasha, and we will find ourselves in the same bed. And by that moment I will be already self-confident, sophisticated and experienced mistress. And I will drive him crazy with sophisticated caresses, his passion, tirelessness. I can imagine how he will lie, exhausted, sprawled on crumpled sheets, slowly return to consciousness and look at me in amazement and with admiration. And I: And what will I do? And with a sigh, I lift up my dignified dignity with a finger and say: \ "It’s a pity that you’ll have everything. You’ll have to look for someone who can still please me. \"

January 9.

Today Lilka called, who had disappeared somewhere. She is an adventurer with us, all the time getting into some stories. Well, of course, got stuck at this time. I decided to meet through the Internet. She posted her profile, photographs, and since she is a prominent girl, the responses went jamb. So she recently went headlong into this dating. She says that at first she only agreed to correspond with each other, then she grew bolder and immediately began to appoint meetings. I even slept with a couple. But it was impossible to fall in love. And then a letter came that interested her especially: instead of dry personal data, the author wrote a whole essay about himself. And pictures of him Lilka hooked. For a long time they could not meet, as a result agreed. We sat in a cafe, talked, she just melted, so he turned out to be good. He called her to him. And in his bedroom there are hooks on the walls and ceiling, collars, gags, lashes, ropes, handcuffs and similar entourage. Another would have flipped right there, but not Lilka. She decided to try. Honestly told him that there is no such experience, that the pain does not excite her, but light sadism is even interesting. He did without lashes, although he tied her and watered wax from a candle. In short, now we have Lil'ka - a masochist. He says that this has its own charm, its own zest. Adrenaline and fear excite her like nothing before. I wonder how long it will last? After all, he and the whips sooner or later in the course of flooding.

January 10th ..

By the way, here are some more about the myths that live in women’s heads.Today after the lectures we decided to go with the girls. Passed by the Intimate Salon, and someone offered to go. Logged in I was in such a place for the first time. We wandered past shelves with different devices, aromatic edible oils, perfumes with pheromones. I looked at everything with all my eyes. And the girls commented with skill, picked up vibrators, discussed the pros and cons. I was shocked! I was sure that only men enter such stores, and even those who have some problems with sex. It never occurred to me that I could find something for myself there. As a result, she came out with a vibrator, some kind of intimate perfume and a pack of condoms for oral sex. And how much is left there! In short, you should come here more often.

January 11th.

Well, of course, could not resist and tried yesterday's purchase. Those that do not require a man. Vibrator is super! It was just the right mood, some vague desires wandered through my body, I felt good in the bath, relaxed, then dived into bed. The skin after the bath was soft, velvety and hot. I touched her gently, only with my fingertips, pinched my nipples, caressed my stomach, thighs: I reached the pubis, then lowered my hand below, felt the clitoris, barely touched him and went on. The petals were wet with excitement, the cave opened waiting. The heat of desire swept over the whole body with waves, I closed my eyes and imagined that Arkasha was with me, that these were his hands now caressing me, that very close his strong big cock trembled in anticipation. I took a vibrator in my hand, easily pressed the button, turned it on, and held it over my stomach, pubis, pressed it to the clitoris. It was a very vivid sensation, I moaned, squeezed my legs with this trembling miracle, I did not have to bring him inside, I finished earlier. Now I fully understand the women who keep such things in the bedside table.

January 12th.

My God, I think I fell in love! A new art history teacher has come to us. At the academy we are accustomed to the fact that a male teacher is, firstly, a rarity, and secondly, an elderly or even an old uncle, in whom a man is already very difficult to see. And today we come to the audience, and there: Tall, blue-eyed, elegant, with a light gray in the hair. He is about 40, his name is Sergey Alekseevich, there is no wedding ring. Throughout the lecture, I, and, probably, not only I, dreamed about his body, imagining him naked, suffocating with desire. After the call, the girls, of course, surrounded him with clever questions. Do not come up. So I decided to leave the acquaintance for later. And this happened after only a few hours. I sat in the reading room until the evening, went home alone. Out of the door to the street, and he stands on the porch, smoking. I said that it was extremely nice to see such a man in our charitable institution. He laughed, and the look was very, very masculine, evaluating. And then he offered to bring to the subway by car. Of course, I dreamed of more, but he was restrained, kept his hands to himself, talked only about the academy. But I hooked him, I feel.

13th of January.

Thoughts about Sergei Alekseevich did not give a good sleep. Some nightmare! I decided that I had to switch somehow, went to Chocolate Breakfast to have a delicious breakfast. And met Dima, the one with whom we once had a tumultuous romance, which ended absolutely ridiculously, because of the nonsense. He was also alone, sat together, frayed, remembered the past, remembered before that at a certain moment they looked at each other in silence, got up, paid off and went to me. They could not resist, and they started kissing in the car, well, the driver got intelligent, did not climb with advice and exhortations. Already heated in the apartment, like teenagers, burst into the apartment. I myself wondered where my restraint and shyness had gone? Scattered clothes around the corridor and fell on the carpet in the living room. Dimka was just furious today: the desire literally tore him apart, and he, yielding to this desire, - me.When he in one sharp motion introduced his penis into me to its full length, it struck me like electricity. Dimka was unstoppable, snarling wild beast, slamming ...