I was born and raised in a normal family. Parents from childhood taught me not to fall into a man’s arms because of a penis between my legs. It is below self-worth. Better to be lonely. And over the years, you diligently portray a strong, proud, independent and self-sufficient person. But the wild primordial desire to have a lover near almost every woman is very great. Because being lonely is scary. Of course, you can sometimes enjoy solitude. Well, after the tedious hustle and bustle of the working day, with her tedious chatter, go back home and enjoy the long-awaited silence. But when evening after evening, month after month, you are met on the threshold of an apartment by silence, you begin to hate her with cruel malice. The oppressive emptiness filling the surrounding space reminds only of one thing. You are lonely! Then you turn on the TV, computer, coffee grinder, anything, as long as it is noisy, ringing and playing. In order not to be lonely you make yourself a friend - a fat and always hungry cat or dog. Tired after a hard day's work, you sit in a chair, pick up your friend, and, stupidly staring at the TV, watch the three hundred and fifty-seventh episode in which Jose should fuck Juanita.

The thoughts of the inferiority of your being creep into my head As a result, you begin to fill the depressing void with various activities: decoupage, cooking courses, gardening, foreign language courses - in general, everything that can take free time.

And most importantly, looking at yourself from the outside, you do not understand why it all happened that way. Reasons to be proud of a lot. You are not ugly and not crippled, but rather a highly organized and highly intelligent person. Tall and pretty lady with gorgeous breasts, slim waist, tight ass and long legs. You know how to cook like a chef of an elite restaurant, quoting Kant, reading Shakespeare's original, thinking like a supercomputer. In sex, ready for anything, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, you can twist so that any gymnast will die of envy. And the man is not around!

As a result, at night you cry in a pillow or howl on the moon and begin to envy those friends who managed to jump out in marriage. Family is a divine gift. You have a number of loyal friends who can love and accept you with all the kinks and oddities. You can tell him all the cute absurdities that happened to you during the day, or ask for advice on any issue. It is so great to rely on a strong and reliable man’s shoulder at any moment and to know what to happen - you are behind him like behind a stone wall. And if you're lucky, he will become the father of your child. But the bitter truth is that it’s impossible to meet a real man, it’s almost impossible.

And you live all so independent and self-sufficient in complete solitude, waiting for fate to give you a prince on a white horse, and you will be happy for the rest of your life and you will die in one day. But the years go by, and the prince does not appear. And then you realize that in anticipation of the prince you are covered with dust. Not every woman can do this. The desire for sex in women over 30 is as strong as that of men. No matter how hard you try to be correct and smart girl, sometimes you want one thing: to be fucked. Anywhere and somehow. And do not love. Just sex, one sex to surrender.

One day, you take yourself by the collar and start looking for a man. A bald, fat-bodied and forever sweaty work colleague, lustfully devouring you with his eyes is not an option. Then you go to a trendy bar in the center of the city in the hope of meeting a male. You look great: exquisite hair, amazing makeup, manicure, intoxicating perfume, tanned body, in general beauty, would give herself to herself.And hour after hour you sit in a bar, drinking whiskey or wine, and with longing look at the same women as you unhappy women. Directly your copies: smart, beautiful, independent and hopelessly lonely. Sexy stockings, fashionable dresses, expensive manicure, intoxicating perfume. There are a lot of beautiful young ladies around: blondes, brunettes, redheads. Every hour they are becoming more and more. Every second looks like from the cover of a glossy magazine, the eyes run from the choice, but there is no one to choose. There are men in the hall, but they are homosexuals. When the number of females hungry for sex rolls over, every man is worth his weight in gold. And the fact that you turn up your nose from a work colleague begins to be perceived as the ridiculous pride of a fool who has run wild from loneliness.

But here comes the man. He has a “purebred” male bred right on his forehead. Among the women excitement. They hastily correct the folds on the dresses and remove the fallen curl of hair at the wrong time. Who will suit the male? One beauty does not stand up, quickly jumps up from the place and she goes to meet the man. You sit and envy her. I do not have the courage to first approach a man. But it takes another second and the shabby fat lady rolls into the bar and unceremoniously grabs the male by the hand. By her behavior is understandable - this is his wife. A woman's sigh of frustration sweeps across the bar. Jumping beauty turns around and slowly goes to the toilet, as if she had planned from the very beginning. When she passes the male, the shabby woman looks at her suspiciously. Beauty rivals mock her. Bad luck! In her place they could be.

In general, visiting the bar brings some frustration. Then you find a dating site on the Internet and choose the least disliking male person. All the beauties written by more successful rivals have already disassembled. You will smile fortune, if your chosen one responds to the message. You are lucky again if he agrees to go on a date. Then you are excited to go to a rendezvous with him and see that the man is not really trying. He doesn't care if you like him or not. He has many candidates who are ready to surrender to him on the first date. That you should make him sympathize. You should try your best. And you try, cute talk, smile sexually, give him gifts, make transparent hints. Such absurd dates are worse than prostitution, where everything is simple and clear: paid and received. And here is an ephemeral feeling of happiness and spiritual intimacy. But suddenly a man with a disgruntled look gets up and leaves forever, you're alone again, but this time with a feeling of disappointment and resentment. After this, you begin to understand why your friend works as a prostitute at night. She sells her beauty, receives money that she does not really need. She needs sex, only sex and nothing but sex, which she gets in large numbers: oral, vaginal, anal, any, with and without distortions. She is over thirty. She does not want to live an ethereal feeling of a miracle that one day she will have a husband, children, and all that is necessary. But you can not do the same as your friend. Firstly, because you cannot get into elite prostitutes, and meeting the needs of migrants is not for you. Secondly, you just can not. Sense of venality disgusts your upbringing.

It is difficult to get acquainted with a man, but this is still half the battle. We must be able to lure him to bed. The nuance here is that a woman has a sexual desire to disguise. In no case can not, having met with a nice male, say to him: "Fuck me as it should." The man is so boring. They want to play a game where you sort of resist, all so shy and modest, but somewhere inside you lives an indomitable and passionate tigress. Once, on one meeting after stroking my knee, I told the guy: “Come to me, I want sex wildly.” The guy was sharply stunned, turned pale and gasped for breath, like a fish suddenly cast ashore.He was embarrassed and fled, as it seemed to him, under the specious excuse. You need to be very careful in matters of sex with men. And you have to participate with joyful views in a ridiculous and unnecessary presentation to you, in the end, to snatch your tidbit of long-awaited sex.

Having failed to find a man, he rolls on you ...