“All the world’s a stage, and the people in it are actors”
We often flirt and forget to stop and realize later that you weren’t an actor, and just a puppet.
Want to tell a story, from the memories of which I am ashamed, that wave of passion covers your head, and panties have to squeeze.
My name is Lena, I’m 25 years old. So fate decreed that anything I really do, except that floated on the waves of life and rejoiced in it, while parents kept everything was great. In my life the asset was only a kick-ass body that I willingly watched, but would catch the drooling male and not bother with having guys, I changed the way consistently. Time flew, and now a couple of wrinkles under eyes that no one sees, but not me. No, they haven’t strained it just more excited by the idea that time would have become more serious, the case can what to do. Thoughts are thoughts, and the parents Continue reading
Psychology:the Long and detailed history of intimate relations with her husband.
Long thought to write or not to write. On the one hand, the subject is so intimate that I do not understand how it all words to tell. The psychologist we talked about it, but not so intimate, not as detailed. Moreover, psychologist — a man. And grieved — very, silent tired. In the end — I decided to write with anonymous empty account.
I my husband was the first woman, I have — the first man. We were 25 years old. I’m from a strict Orthodox family, he — no, why he kept her virginity — don’t know. When «be engaged», mutual caresses were, quite intimate, I — being very sexually excitable and sensitive, I managed to finish, though we didn’t even undressed. But my «sex education» not even enough to understand that he doesn’t get the same enjoyment that I did. And he, since he saw how happy I was, couldn’t understand why I don’t let him on.
From the beginning it was a mistake. He didn’t understand why I don’t give,and thought I don’t Continue reading
Statistics relentless — every year the gap between the number of women and men is growing steadily.
In addition, almost a quarter of them can be set aside by reason of alcoholism, drug abuse and complete inadequacy.
In the face of such competition, many women go on the hunt for the men, like our ancestors on the mammoth: war paint, a militant sparkle in her
eyes and in her purse “weapons of mass destruction”.
But for some reason all the tricks, placing nets and traps are not so good and work.
On the contrary, men are spoiled to our attention, become very choosy.
They get scared when the woman in the eyes of the “secular grief Continue reading