So where are we staying? Oh yes... “Fisting is fun. But the blowjob is still better. ”. Blowjob is yes, it is five at once ... But before turning to the planned presentation of impressions from priestesses of unfree dislike and their skills in such a delicate matter as an ICBM (note, these are not intercontinental ballistic missiles, as Google interprets, this is a blowjob without gum), allow two unscheduled maxims.

On our and a number of other resources there was an impression about the author of these lines as a fan of anal sex. I don’t rush to dissuade, even more so, this option has brought me a lot of nice bonuses when I personally met those women, the virtual acquaintance with which happened on the designated sites. Yes, with the goodwill of the lady, I will be happy to get acquainted in an intimate way with all her holes (excluding vaginal penetration for girls, for whom it is important to preserve virginity before the wedding, and for women, whose physiology exactly “celebrates” something these days even true that in quotes). Yes, given the choice only between anal and vaginal, I, with a very high degree of probability, other things being equal, would prefer the first. But if we assume that a certain magician deciphered my desired look, turned to a familiar or unfamiliar charmer, and, deciding to become a fairy for Cinderella (having arranged in exactly the same way the fulfillment of desire with a bunch of foolish conditions), would have addressed me with a loud proposal:

- Your thoughts are heard, mortal! Your dreams will come true! But - one time only and one way only. Choose ...

... then, once at a time it is not necessary, of course, dreams and aspirations are whimsical and unpredictable in each individual case, but if you try to believe harmony with algebra, then in 75% of cases with 75% so far unknown, but desired by my brain and body, I modestly looking down, whisper to my benefactor:

- Let her make me a blowjob!

Now the second maxim, in the genre of “memories of the unimplemented,” is also, as a reinforcement of its own credo, “blowjob is better for a man.” In the fall of 1988, I was demobilized from the army, returned to my homeland, reinstated myself at the institute, and began my third year of studies. Settled in a hostel. Three girls were neighbors behind the wall, two I knew well from pre-conscription times, I met the third one soon. I do not know how legitimate the word "make friends", but it turned out that the guys in our room got close to the students of the next room. There was no intimate background in real life (and could not be). So, purely student. Bail out a piece of bread if the buffet is closed. To help move some burdens. Help with studies, who is what is strong. To chat about current political events and global perspectives, the time for which the perestroika was full of turmoil. All decorum and decent. But what was happening in my dreams ... I imagined how to fuck one, and the second, and the third. Together and separately. In the mouth, in the pussy and in the ass. In proud loneliness and in the company of their roommates. Scenarios rushed through my brain, how I save one from hooligans, help out another one on the exam, and the third one helps me to get some deficiency. And in gratitude, of course, they tell me: “Dear DD! We are grateful to you! Fuck us soon! As you want, wherever you want. Only about this and dream. I dreamed and jerked off ... and it’s not excluded that the girl dreamed and jerked off on the other side of the wall, but the wall between us was impenetrable, the very idea that it’s possible not in dreams, but to have a girlfriend in love (not a wife ), seemed wild and utopian: not those times, not those morals!

So here. Imagining having sex with neighbors during jerking (I, of course, did not shy away from the images of odnogruppnits or other girls, but nevertheless I represented my neighbors more often, because I was in regular contact with them from the beautiful half and I saw them not only in street-work, but also in home clothes , in a domestic situation, which, by the way, teased additionally), taking for granted that for one reason or another (not the essence that they were phantasmagoric) they became my unfailing partners, and I have the right to fuck them there and wherever they please a few months later one realized what an interesting pattern has developed.Most of the time I liked to imagine how they sucked me. Quickly, skillfully or slowly inexperienced, depending on the specific fantasy. Dressed or naked. In solitude or in a group. How do I finish them in the mouth, and they (with rare exception) swallow. In our and their rooms, in the corridor and the red corner, in the university classrooms and in the lap of nature. On the one hand, such a commitment was explainable - at that time, there was no intimate sensation of oral sex in my real piggy bank. On the other hand, it is not clear why there was no fixation on the fucking ass? My first and at that time the only sexual partner Lucy rejected both screaming and anal. But ... as it happened, it happened, let psychologists give reasons for it, if that is the desire, and my attachments from those times were formed after the fact as is.

Many years later. In my life, there were various peripetia, attachments arose and were torn, appeared and went beyond the horizon of the relevance of the mistress, youthful spermotoksikoz with zero number of available partners remained in the distant past. And despite the fact that I have not been experiencing a shortage of sex for a quarter of a century, for a small Hamburg - depending on the geography and length of stay in the edges remote from the place of permanent residence, as well as the mood for this particular moment - sometimes there was a desire to get sexual detente with a new woman and a minimum of tension, know just fork out.

Therefore, in a notebook appear prostitutes. And among them there are a lot of those with whom I agreed (or they offered, and I agreed) to suck without sex, in short - ICBMs. The list is attached.

Natasha - the first in this list. Unfortunately, the line in the notebook at number 24, with the city of Moscow and the year 2004 does not evoke any memories in my memory. I do not remember her appearance or the circumstances of dating and sex. I would venture to suggest that the next trip to the capital was nearing its end, normal sex did not happen to anyone during this time (but it was an incident, described in the first episode of "Chi sex, Chi is not sex"), but I wanted to. And, most likely, due to reasons of a financial nature, I rang the calls to the ads in the “MK”, found out that the ICBM is cheaper than the classics and even more so than anal sex, and I have nowhere to go - I agreed.

Bumping into a record named Lena (number 65, year 2008), circumstances are recalled. It sounds paradoxical, but if in Moscow and other megacities of the ICBM it is cheaper, and the blowjob itself is considered to be a natural part of sexual intercourse with any prostitute, in our area you can still look for whores who agree to take by mouth. Judging by the place of the incident of the first sex (the suburb of our Ensk), Lena was an employee of one of the salons that I visited sporadically. Judging by the fact that my memory did not preserve persuasion and additional cash promises, if only Lenka began to suck, the brave girl didn’t open, and maybe even consciously went to violate the pimp's instructions. And judging by the fact that we haven’t seen her anymore, there are two options (and maybe two in one): either I wasn’t impressed with this suction, or Lena quit and went to look for a shelter where there is a relaxed sex corner.

But it starts me kolbasit in earnest, if suddenly carefully adjusted for a long time internal brakes, fuses from dangerous memories fail. And they allow the owner to plunge into his old thoughts, when he sees the record: “69) Nadia (after Alena) - Ensk, 2008 ”.

- It was, you had a shameful spot in the biography! - gloating inner voice, the eternal opponent and mocking mockingbird. - When the type of "love" and almost did nonsense. Tanya remember?

I remember, who does not remember the "Girl-Winter"? And Lena and Alena, my sex therapists, heroines ...