The peak of my youth came in the 70s. In the 73rd year, I went to the army and served two years near Moscow. But I recall the story that was before my military service. This is a funny, reckless time when you are 18 years old and you have blood and milk - you practically do not feel your body and as if you are soaring above the ground, you have lightness all over your body and you should think about the girls and their bodies, then the reaction immediately ends with squirting blood into your dick . For as long as I remember myself at that time, desire constantly haunted me. And accordingly I was attracted to feats. My first sex was in the summer of '70 in the park in the evening. At first, we sat down on a bench and kissed passionately, and I became inspired and did not hesitate to climb into the most secluded female places of her body. Her name was Anya, but for some reason she didn’t love that name and her name was Gassia.

We didn’t notice how it started to get dark and when I woke up, I realized that it was dark in the park, even if my eyes were poked out. I was wearing a bolonyev raincoat and all my peers can remember that time precisely for this sights - the bolonevogo raincoat. My head immediately got the idea that you need to retire away from the bench, put a raincoat on the ground, or rather on the grass, and now the bed is ready, Gassia did not resist, and even according to my observations, she wanted to quickly engage in such an intimate affair with my participation. I pulled up her dress and lying on the raincoat for me opened the view of her young female body, but still in shorts, although this is on the contrary for some reason more exciting. While she did not resist, I certainly decided to act quickly, pulled off these most charming girlish panties and for some reason put them in the pocket of my trousers. Then everything was like in a fairy tale, I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled out a member that was ready to climb into any hole and slipped into her vagina languishing with grease ...

(I didn’t even know then that the name doesn’t piss or pi. Yes, but the pretty name of this woman’s beauty is a vagina, and much later I learned what a clitoris is, a vulva and a vagina with small and big lips). Before this knowledge, I was still living and living. Then there was no literature about it or maybe it was, but only for a very limited circle of people! ..
But the process, as you understand, was so lightning-fast, because everything happened for the first time and time flew unnoticed ... But then the memories were magical, I presented this picture of my first sex several times a day that sometimes people torn me out of my reverie me people I just swam in a dream, but it was real. Sometimes I didn’t even understand where I was and what was happening to me ...

But all this was then, and then I was fascinated by kisses and crucified with the passion of the coveted female body and that which is in the woman and with which she can bestow, enjoy with nothing comparable pleasure of pleasure !!!
This set me an example in the subsequent formation of me as a man. It gave me an understanding of true love delight. Only tenderness needs to bestow on each other in the relationship of a man and a woman. What we inherited as adults is formed, it was the morality of shyness and it was not for nothing that I, like most of my peers, wanted liberated women. Prostitutes and what we mean by whore touched me always and I was on their side. Of course it was a dangerous neighborhood, but they stepped over sanctimonious morality, loose women are often shameless and of course where can this question lead?

And yet recklessly we were striving for fallen women for their reliability ... I now and now, when writing these lines, do not know how right I am by encouraging paid love. A lot of misfortune is involved in this, how many ruined women's lives, and how much pernicious this sinful “business” surrounds. How many horrible people speculate, deceive and involve into their networks a lot of young and not knowledgeable people of both sexes ...But let's leave it to the moralists, and once again plunge into the merciless passion that burns us with a love flame ... Although this is another story of my love adventures!