His name was Oleg, he asked to deprive him of virginity. He was twenty-three - at that time. In general, the age is no longer childish. I was special then - it struck me. You know, our world, has long been rotten - from the inside. And suddenly - such a bright soul. And he was wonderful. Imagine young light skin, athletic back, proud posture from the military academy, tall, trim, facial features are certainly not perfect, but pleasant, especially the outstanding chin was very powerful, like a rock.

True, with him for the first time I somehow subtly felt the difference in age, not physiologically - but in terms of thinking and perception of life. The peculiarity of his speech and humor, they were already from another generation, somehow elusive, and we liked completely different music, different books, different cinema.

The first two nights, it turned out funny - we just slept together, and he studied my body, and I did it. I had these very days, why traumatize the unprepared psyche, in fact. I liked his smell and especially - delicate skin, this usually doesn’t tolerate a tan, he lay quietly on his back when I studied his fingers and tongue, afraid to move and destroy the charm of the moment. He even breathed - as if through time. You know, the innocence of a man is very energizing, for real, you remember - his innocence, his first time, it is very important that this experience be positive. At that moment he looked like a pure mountain stream at the height of May. His gaze was so tender, a little frightened by these new sensations of his own body.

I wanted to do something special for him, and on the eve of the third night - I bought
imagine a ruby ​​red underwear and the same red short shirt with thin spaghetti straps. I wanted to give him a feeling of celebration, an event - unforgettable, because it is so important to be able to give each other - a feeling of fullness and richness of life. I spent a lot of time at the mirror, I didn’t want a lot of makeup on myself - I put on my lips to match the clothes, put on lenses and beautiful shimmering earrings, snaking along the neck, combed my hair into a ponytail. I do not like it when long hair falls on the face at the most inopportune moment. Seeing me in the evening in all this on the threshold of the room - he just fell out of reality for a few seconds. I myself - I did not think - that the effect of these not cunning manipulations - can be so strong. He was sitting on the bed, I slowly walked over to him, I put his hands on my hips and pressed his head to my stomach, I don’t remember how much we stood ... a few minutes or an eternity.

He was particularly keen on him - a very strange position, he often asked me to lie down on my stomach, and close my legs tightly, he rubbed his wand for my raised buttocks and back, breathing in my smell, then abruptly entered me from behind, did not move quickly, chasing the rhythm and very deep, dumbly moaning, he had strong arms, he could keep his body weight on them for a long time. But that was later, and for the very first time I was lying on my back, looking him straight in the eyes - I sent him gently into myself, unobtrusively setting the right rhythm, and when - he finished the very first time, very violently, shuddering with all his body - in his eyes - I realized that he now “fell” forever into these networks of “hunger” and passion, like all of us, he will never get rid of the desire for this eternal “flight up and down” and the desire to be deep in a woman.

You know, probably many ladies would envy me - young, military, handsome and innocent, as in that stupid song from the 90s - "And I love the military, beautiful, hefty ...", and with the biggest cock that was I was in size. It resembled a sail of a frigate, which gushed up the gusts of the sea wind, getting taller and stronger, I was often fascinated to watch - its full erection, my temples and my face were rapidly rushing blood from this spectacle.He once mentioned that he had not had a very good first experience with a girl of her age — she was apparently afraid — to take such a giant rod — into herself. I did not give out details, why should I? Now he had - everything was fine. He felt his inner confidence and firmness, so necessary for every man.

On one of our nights, I wanted to ride him on top in the same ruby ​​shirt, I laid him on my back, kissing his chest, stomach and groin, my nails slightly scratched the tenderness of the skin of the inside of my hands, I saddled what I wanted and began to slowly move on there, gradually accelerating the pace - at some point its powerful trunk - as if it pierced me from the inside to the larynx itself, there was a very strange feeling - of acute transcendental pleasure, on the verge of pain, and white flashes of small ball lightning lit up before my eyes how on a erikanskih rollercoaster I was moving up and down, again and again, until his nasazhivayas depth and exhaustion, scaring the neighbors or to get - his moans.

After some time, I elusively felt that he was moving away, quite understandable at his then-age. He then wanted new sensations and new women, new meetings and communication. I was not very sad - initially understanding that this would happen, you cannot hold a person - just spreading his wings. And it becomes an unwanted load on his neck.

Eight years later, he himself wrote to me, having found my profile in social networks. He wrote that he really wants to see, talk and those only. The first woman to man is difficult to forget. I think you know it. He wrote to me: “When I am alone, I make love to you — mentally, very often, and when I see a ruby-red girl somewhere, I see you, as if this color is your continuation.” I experienced a double feeling, I was pleased that he remembers me, although so much time has passed, but life is like a river, you do not know what awaits you around the bend, and you can never guess it.

Oleg, about you with tenderness, 2005.