I stand near the mirror and look at my reflection. The body is still wet after a shower, and the hair is disheveled. Small, it's nothing that they are the first size, sharp breasts with decent sized nipples, such as men love to twist gently. Beautiful face with green eyes, thin neck, neat, like chiseled hands. Flat belly, with visible waist, narrow hips. A thin strip of hairs, shaved pubis, and long, as they say, "from the ears" legs. Small feet. Against the background of white breasts and tucked up buttocks, the rest of the body appears dark. Well, summer, and there is something to sunbathe, although, of course, this can be done in the solarium. Very clear lines between the tanned areas of the skin and the remaining virgin white. Although no, they are in places, as if outlined by a piece, but there are also blurry ones. Well, can't I sunbathe all the time in the same bathing suit? And time and place for sunburn are different.

Lines, lines, lines. Straight lines, curves. They are present everywhere. Our world is just obsessed with them. They form the basis of being and our behavior. And what is strange that they are present in all the realities of our life: the line of conduct; skyline; transport line; and much, and much, and much ... first, second third ...

So why be surprised if they are present on our body? There are many of them, but I am only interested in one, the line of tan! There is something in her that makes the heart tremble and makes you crazy ... It would seem that an adult person, quite adequate behavior, having seen her, begins to act at the level of the most base instincts responsible for the continuation of the race. After all, no one will deny that these instincts are actually the alpha and omega of our existence. Without them, there would be no prostitution, there was no need to have a prestigious and well-paid job, the house is like a full cup, beauty contests, and in general, everything! Why all this? A person needs a little: there is; drink; sleep; simple, but enjoyable occupation or work ... And these instincts excite our soul, make us do scary and unpleasant, and sometimes beautiful things. To commit acts that we can be proud of or be ashamed of, not even admitting to ourselves that they have been committed.

But on the other hand, the line of tan can not cause any emotion at all, except envy and even aesthetic pleasure. And this does not apply to the line itself, but in fact to the sun that created it. All business together and the moment of her seeing. It's one thing to see her in the mysterious twilight of the bedroom, and another in the pool. And I will be right, those who say, you can not reduce everything to one given instinct! Of course, everything is much more complicated and easier than you think.

Smart people talk about progress, technical revolution, the need to learn about the world. What's the point? People live in palaces and huts, in the mountains and on the plains. And what unites them all, but simply they all have the same instincts, given by nature. They all eat, sleep, defecate and have sex! The latter may not always be necessary for the continuation of the race, but the mechanism of awarding for sexual intercourse is the highest incentive! But the bisexuality of our species implies slightly different approaches to the causes of sex. Men do this to leave the largest number of children to solve the problem of procreation. And women, for more healthy, and adaptive to the external environment of the offspring.

Of course, you can come up with more serious reasons for treason, prostitution, rape, but if you thoroughly understand, they will be reduced to these basic reasons. And why should I invent, suck them out of my finger! "To fuss a garden" on a flat spot, if everyone understands everything perfectly, but refers to morality, ethics, and customs. On all this external, contrived superstructure, which should supposedly cover up the “indecent” side of our life. What is easier? I want him, he me! Everything is clear and understandable, but no, it is not for us.Why just when it can be difficult!

While the thoughts are spinning in my head, I have already wiped off, and begin to apply cream to the skin. (Especially for eroticspace) With smooth movements, I rub it in my chest, involuntarily touching it, and, maybe, specially nipples. Which respond to my actions, excitement, sweet burning in the lower abdomen. So it all starts, first you massage the breasts, rubbing the cream in them, then the tummy. And you can no longer stop until you get what you are aiming for. This can be obtained both alone and with a girlfriend, but I am still old-fashioned, and I prefer a man for receiving pleasure!

Although they are certainly womanizer! Do not feed them with bread, but let them gaze at a nude female figure, and even better to stroke ... and it doesn't matter who it is! A wife, a friend of a wife, an outsider or a neighbor. And a stranger girl is clearly preferable. What to hide, we women themselves are. See, feel, hold on for ..., and ... the more the better.

"Expensive! Will you soon? ”, I hear a familiar, impatient voice to a shiver! All thoughts, as if erased by an eraser, disappear: “It's time,” I understand. My hands themselves are made ready before the shower, transparent loose trousers and vest. The last look in the mirror, there is a thin figure, as if shrouded in a transparent haze, hiding nothing, but giving free rein to the imagination. "Cooming soon! Honey, ”I, turning my back to the mirror, and leave the room ...