not. And I hope many people know what a youthful hypersexuality is - after the eruption the “device” continues to remain in working condition. I probably now can’t say with certainty how many times and with what interruptions I had to give up this night, I just remember a lot. And here are some more details that cast me into doubt and excitement at the same time: almost every time I approached the peak of my pleasure and was ready to erupt another “vesuvium”, Svetlana managed to slow me down in the most banal way - firmly pressing myself and not allowing me to move some time. Apparently I wanted to extend the pleasure not only to me, but to myself. Because some signs of her orgasm - or his thorough imitation - I still noticed. Breaks for smoke breaks were already taking place in a normally lighted kitchen. We sat with her, wrapped in sheets and there, as it seemed to me, I saw on the flushed face of Sveta some kind of satisfaction. Maybe not all my efforts were successful - all the same, youth, lack of practice, and I suspect that Sveta's knowledge of other, possibly larger men's bells and whistles ... All this probably affected the pleasure that I hope I managed to deliver to my Light now. Ah, I would go there now so that I could work not only with the head, but also with my head. Of course, “my little one” would not have remained without work, but my head had definitely found a worthy occupation for itself. If I knew then, what can be done (in a good way) with a woman who has some experience on the bedside - I would have let it go. First, of course, cunnilingus - may the opponents of this forgive me. Well, I like to give pleasure in such a way - not only to the woman under me, but also to myself. Secondly, I somehow would have tried to unleash the “experienced” young lady on a blowjob, which, by the way, is also quite practicing at an opportunity. And I would also represent such a picture: my Light in the bed scenes with Viktor. After all, it was only in their words that nothing happened ...

And so, let us dream: “Behold Sveta takes my dick into her hand, and in the depths of her soul compares with a member of Viktora ... (I wonder what he has - more than mine or not?) Very much, you see, I want to be compared, and even more want to be preferred! Excitement at the limit, Sveta, so experienced in these matters, makes her choice in my favor and in a whisper, in her ear, tells me about it. ”But I wouldn’t even know what I would go for. It's one thing to naively consider yourself a sort of “macho”, and you believe me, there are completely different feelings when you know for sure about this! Hear from the woman moaning under you that you are BETTER! Yes, let those psychologists shut up who say that only women love with their ears. The muzhik - well, to me in particular - I also like it very much, it turns me on and turns on incredibly, when they give it to me aloud, comparing it with someone. Especially with whom I know, and I myself can be compared and evaluated. Certainly fantasy, but what to do: apparently it is hidden in human nature itself - the desire to be (well, or at least appear in your own eyes), if not the first, then at least a little bit better. See, therefore, that night, I remember from the best side! The only thing is very, very sad that we did not know then all the magnificence in the variety of sex, and did it at the level of naked physiology: I wanted to - they did it, for example, as a little need. And now please - any information, any fantasies, but ... as they say - at first did not know, then there was nowhere, later there was no one with whom, and now there’s no why)))). This is of course a joke, but after all in every joke ... There is now everything, but here's youth, something is missing! Some naked practicality remained, there is no burning desire to do some nice nonsense: you look back on the reaction of those around you - and suddenly the authority falls below the plinth, how then? So I’ll make up my mind (or will I die?) One day in the spring, I’ll spit on my own vow about alcohol - I don’t drink now - and I want to drink something normal, such as brandy. And who would make up the company, I would gladly “bulge” to the fullest with this man, and burn it all with a horse! "If the youth knew, if old age could" - the words of this song will probably be relevant at all times.

Such unbridled fantasies come to mind when I remind myself of memories in private. I will reveal a little secret for those who have not yet understood - I got married to the Light, regardless of any hints from the outside. And there were plenty of hints. Victor, when he found out who I was going to marry, asked: “THIS?! ...” I proudly called him a fool! Later, in the fall, her ex-boyfriend came, and she walked with him half the night, practically in front of my eyes, even saw how they kissed. She told me that "goodbye." Probably I myself wanted to assert myself in such a strange way - to suspect that she had everything with others, but she preferred me. Or maybe all this I made up for myself - about the fact that everything was ... You know, a lot of things happened in our life, but what is most surprising is that we still live with her like in a fairy tale. In the sense that they lived - there were an old man (ha) with an old woman (ha ha) thirty years and three years! And we outdid even the tale, not 33 years old, but 35 years lived together. There is something to remember with pleasure, at least I will not say to the Light, she may have her own opinion. The story has no end, so it probably will not, I will write, while in the head the cockroaches move))) You must agree that a living person cannot write about himself: “Everything, life is over ...” - well, at least I I do not agree with this. So, LIFE - CONTINUES !!!

P. S. Sorry for the copyright in my own psychology. So it turns out. Can someone tell me how to go without it? Who cares - write. Wait for the continuation, I hope it is not far off.