Oleg silently looked out the window, watching people hurrying down the street. At first glance, they all looked the same. All wrapped in "identical" jackets, coats or fur coats. All equally in a hurry somewhere for their business. Each of them is part of the crowd, the country and the whole of humanity. Nevertheless, each of them had his own life. Their experiences, dreams, secrets and "skeletons in the closet." Oleg loved to watch people. Every time, whether otherwise looking at some random person, he tried to guess what he was hiding, what he was thinking, experiencing or dreaming about. Whether we managed to guess correctly or not, we probably will never know, and Oleg himself was never particularly bothered either. He was fascinated and amused by the process itself. This was his own game, in which he played with himself with the involuntary participation of others.

And of course there were secrets and everyone has them. Without exception. And she was with Oleg. The secret of which no one guessed. Which lived somewhere deep inside. In his fantasies and own experiences. This secret was called Olga. Olya, as Oleg himself called her.

Olya lived somewhere deep in Oleg's subconscious and personality. She mostly slept without giving out her presence. But sometimes, for reasons beyond the control of Oleg, she woke up and began to persistently remind herself of herself. Along with her, unusual sensations, feelings and desires began to wake up. For the first time, Oleg felt Olga's presence as a child. When casually in the dark, waking up, he pulled out of the dresser and put on his younger sister's panties. Several sizes smaller, they dug painfully between the buttocks. Of course, he immediately realized that he was confused. He took them off and found his own ones, but he remembered that feeling of pleasant pain and something unusual touching the ass. After that, he began to sneak in on girl's lingerie. Polka dots, with kruzhavchikami ... any. And the further, the more he liked it. It was all accompanied and the study of his body, touching himself. And later, and not only to yourself. But all this is probably worthy of a separate story.

Oleg was well aware that the society in which he lives will never allow him to open up. And Oleg himself did not want this. For a while, he hated himself for it. Pleased only one thing. “These feelings” were not permanent. They arose spontaneously and over the years, Oleg learned to live with it, put out and suppress them if they appeared at the wrong time. It only helped for a while. Olga's next awakening only became stronger. Insurmountable desires only accumulated like a snowball, until an avalanche fell on one "beautiful" day. It became clear that Olya would not calm down until she got her own. And then She broke out. He reconciled with her. He accepted himself as he is. And all at once it became good.

Oleg loved to pamper Olga. Chose the most beautiful underwear, stockings, belt, wig. Each time he walked past a store with underwear, he looked at the shop windows and mentally tried on all this on her. He loved to please her with something new. And when he dressed up, a happy and grateful Olenka looked at him from the mirror. Spent around the mirror for hours, they were both happy, Oleg and Olga. They enjoyed each other. And it seemed that it will always be so. But it turned out that everything is a little more complicated.

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Throughout all the years of her adult life, Olya remained a secret. For all. Oleg never told anyone about it. Even when I realized that besides girls, he also liked sex with guys. Yes, Oleg realized his bisexuality and had nothing against it. But Olya continued to stubbornly hide from all his men and especially women. It suited everyone, but over time it became clear that something was different.

From the very beginning, Oleg did not think about "roles" in sex.Just surrendered to feelings and sensations. But once he was “on the other side,” and from that moment on, with the guys, he began to prefer the passive role. Over time, he began to discover new desires and fantasies. He fell in love with vulgarity and rudeness on the part of a partner. Once in a fit of passion, Olya burst out. No ... not outwardly. Only internally, for a few minutes, he became Olya. And this is his wild (and of course her) brought. This was the moment when Olya felt the “taste” of sex. From a modest girl, she turned into a lustful slut. Thinking only about members, and preferably in quantities of more than one. On the next awakening, it became clear that in order to “calm her down”, She would no longer have just a new set of underwear. She began to urgently demand more.

Oleg was not ready for this turn of events. And for the beginning I decided to show it to the virtual world. Registered on the site, where they gathered hundreds of lovers to watch. And not less number of others who love to show. The experience was successful and enjoyable. Olya, however, showed only below the belt. But her legs and ass relished the audience. There are even some "friends." Enthusiastic comments in the chat were pleasantly exciting, but she liked even more rudeness and vulgarity. Orders to do this or that. Get up cancer, show a hole. Put something thicker in there. Olya meekly fulfilled this and because of this she took down the roof from pleasure. It became clear exactly what she needed. And virtual games were not enough and not interesting. It's time to move to a new level.

But the real experience was not at all what she expected. Tolley partner was too young and not experienced. Tolley, he simply was not ready for such a surprise. But it was not the way she wanted. And everything seems to be there. And a man and a strong member. And Olga diligently sucked him away, podmahivala ass when he entered her from behind. But still something is missing.

The second experience with another partner was even worse. He was also too soft and shy. And unlike the previous time, Olya did not experience even physical pleasure. About this time, as well as about the partner, she chose to forget forever.

It became clear that everything is not as simple as it seemed at first. Olya was a real girl (conditionally, of course) and, like any real girl, only physical sensations were insignificant for complete satisfaction. This is the difference between a man and a woman. Sensations. A man loves eyes and hands. For him, visual and tactile (that is, physical) sensations come first. And the girl loves with ears and something inside. Appearance and physical data of the partner here is not even in the first and second place. She needs emotions that he can give her. Even without an orgasm, without a climax. She cares about what he tells her and how she feels with him. That's what it is. That's the whole difference between men and women. Well, what exactly they (both men and women) want to receive and feel depends on personal preferences. Someone young, slender, full-breasted beauties with narrow holes. To someone the opposite. Someone modest boys or girls, someone depraved.

Olga clearly formed the image of her ideal man, and all that did not fit into it, brought disappointment. She was a maximalist, she needed all or nothing. She craved a really strong and domineering man. Not a boy, not a pimply teenager. A mature, adult and knowing what he wants. Strict, able to subjugate internal and physical strength. Who would like to obey, become a toy in his strong hands. Unquestioningly fulfill its requirements. Who would have thought only of his pleasure, turned Olya into her own whore, a lustful and insatiable bitch and fucked in all holes without unnecessary snot and tenderness. And most importantly, that all this was real, without ridiculous imagination. Without the need for tips from Oli.That's what she wanted with all her fucking gut.

But alas ... it was just a dream. Olya preferred nothing, than somehow. And desperate to meet someday ...