One lection part 2

I was pompous, and not only my mother liked what I saw in the mirror, whenever I finally put on perfume.

The result was that in the eyes of my environment I had become a pretty good-looking woman and man could no longer attribute to me the ‘format’ of my father.

I also set myself another strategy as soon as I got a good feeling with a man. From my flashing defiance, I began: ‘Wait for the first time, one after another.’

Interesting to me was the fact that the one or the other classmate, who had behaved against me often as an asshole, at the end of the school time with me seemed to have learned not to rashly judge.

It is, in fact, like this: Everything takes its time. She was ripe, and so for me, really everything was right, it was logical to do something. Let me finally get into a man, have the first sex, become a ‘real’ woman – and it should be ‘good’.

At the age of 20 I wanted to get to know a man, for whom I had always raved.

I learned why some men are as they are, and why they react as they react. That may sound cryptic. However, in this respect, I learned as much as I learned from the school. It seemed complex, and yet it was so simple.

During this time with him, I also got to know better. Not alone, as far as my sexual preferences and inclinations are concerned – in me to discover what made me particularly horny.

For the first time, it became clear to me that there are probably men with whom I am dealing with them with my appearance and my special kind of nerves. It can not only intensify and show in them – I am almost predestined to satisfy it completely.

These qualities are given to me, so to speak, by nature: not only long, slender legs, narrow feet, a tight apple nose and firm breasts.

No less my type of ‘counter’ can be given when I register that they need it, so want it.

In particular, for a certain “guy guy”, no way passes me as soon as they know about my insatiable lust for hard, absurd, playful sex, and that I am willing to admit myself to their peculiarities. This includes: My willingness to want to subordinate myself to them.

I allowed myself to be led too early to realize, with my miserable appearance and my “insensitive” way of having very low chances in men, and I would have to resign myself once and for all. Not even close.

Luckily, I came to a man with my “First”, who realized that you have only met the “wrong” men so far.

I am certainly not perfect as a person. But it is enough to be sure today that I am for a group of people, a chosen female icon of their special fantasies. Both in the eyes of certain men, as well as of many women. For her, I am the ideal playmate. Invaluable, but not unapproachable.

Ultimately:> For beautiful and desirable one can hold something, because there is> Unsightly <. What we consider to be one or the other is, however, always in the eye of the beholder. It is in the essence of every human being. It is found, my darling

An axiom, a guiding principle of my father, whom he once told me in his delicate and sensitive way, when he noticed that I was once again very desperate. Father was a rather restrained person in his feelings, and that was his way of telling me that he loved me as I am. I have not forgotten him.

Christian belonged to the permanent tribe of the masculine society of our volleyball club. I watched him regularly when we left the hall after the training and the boys ran to the field. We then exchanged a few words. On the tour of our club, Christian and I took the opportunity to have a longer conversation with each other, and it was not just about the sport.

A nice guy, who is always good at it, sprayed good mood, looks especially attractive and at that time no> Chance <left out. He landed with the girls always good hits and was rarely solo.

Every now and then we meet again, change a few words. Meanwhile he is married, and he seems to have arrived with his nice wife and two sweet children.

Christian is 1 year older than me, and at that time with his 6 years of experience in matters of sex me miles ahead. A man who did not only familiarize me with common sexual practices, but also had a predilection that I did not initially associate with me.

Although tall and slender, he also tied with women who did not necessarily reach his format. His preferred area was the volleyball club, the tournaments and, of course, the dance floors of the discotheques where he was often seen flirting with girls. Of course, I was enthusiastic about him.

Christian was the one who drove me to the top in terms of masturbation. When I think about it now, where, how often and in what way I was thinking about it, what harmless fantasies I had with it, I have to smile.

I came together with this handsome man, though I was warned that he would change the girls as fast as his jersey. But I finally wanted sex with a man, and Christian was my hot candidate. And yes, I was in love with him and dreamed with him a future.

As I quickly found out, he was not averse to me, but I let him – according to my motto – first fidget, because I enjoyed the fact that this man was raving for me and wanted to sleep with me.

On the contrary, our relationship lasted a year and a half.

For me, my first relationship to a man marks a turning point in the perception that I had not only of myself. With him, I became acquainted with sexual intercourse, which for me had no special charm at first. They seemed to me to have no great “value,” but I am curious by nature.

For Christian, our relationship was with a woman who was unprejudiced willing to deal with him and his preferences. Although I was inexperienced, it quickly turned out to be a surprise that I often wanted it, needed it, and was experimenting in many ways. I was obviously the exact opposite of what had been said to me before.

Under this impression, he once confessed to me that he had made his experiences with the “young” things, but now and especially in my case – as I said, I was already 20 years old! – was not to be expected anyway, since I would be known to always react “coolly”.

As it seemed to me, he was simply trying to “crack this Laila.” My reaction was appropriate. I was in love with him and felt the fucking fucking. Christian was a stupid asshole like all the other guys.

However, his confession came at a rather late time. We had had a relationship for six months, and that was a very long time for him as an out-and-out runner.

I stayed with him because I realized that he meant – for the first time – honestly with a girl and not only gave me a word that he felt more for me, actually loved me. His open confession was for me to be “proof of love,” and he did so in his own way-he could do it no different.

It was so for a time, but my “First Love” ended singing and soundless, which should not surprise.

Christian was never sure what he really wanted, could not decide in many things. In the end it was also about another, as I should notice. I always knew what I wanted. So I decided not only in his place and concluded.

But especially in sex, Christian was a revelation for me. Without foreshadowing it, he has shaped me, encouraged me to discover my own sexuality, to live out my inclinations and to look beyond the “box”.

While I had looked curiously through a keyhole all the years before, Christian opened the door for me.

The first cock in my hand and in my cunt was exciting. The first fuck, however, does not look very special, and the position is unspectacular. An ordinary fuck from the front – lying on his back while keeping his legs wide. But for the first time it had come to me because a man took me, I had a real cock in me – of course I also learned what it means to get a sense of closeness and tenderness from a man and give it to him.

The time, just from a cock, to dream of a real fuck, was over.

The feeling of my fingers on and in my vagina when I was sitting or lying on the bed in front of the mirror cabinet, looking at my wet pussy, touching me and coming, I knew. Likewise, I was accustomed to the little dildo that brought me to the climax.

Christians Lustspender was a different house number. It was clear to me at the time that there were different penises and a certain “norm” in which size and proportions moved. In the end, I also had pictures on my bed, which I looked at as soon as I masturbated.

I was dealing with a man who was above-average, not to say: Exceptionally.

A challenge, which I at first sight at first hesitant, but then brave. I had no choice. Christian knew about the visual effect that he caused at the sight of him in the minds of women. He was experienced and absolutely clear about what he could do with it in a wet cunt and conjure up. In short: I was frightened curious, and afterwards very quickly also fell in love with his cock.

For him, my growing enthusiasm meant: blowing and fucking at every suitable opportunity.

What he liked most was the fact that I offered him very often, no matter where we were. I was horny on sex with this man.

> You’re simply a natural piece, Laila, do you know? I did not really have any experience with any woman. “He once said to me when we were on the highway in his car, and I asked him unhappily whether he had ever blown or taken one of his earlier conquests while driving. I would not be reluctant to provide a bit of variety on the boring trip.

He twitched as if drunk behind a truck, while his cock and mouth were on the fast lane, I did not have to struggle long to get his belt on hand with his hand, then to inject his T-shirt and my fingers full.

In a sense, a knot broke for me at this time. I knew the theory from certain ‘media’ and, of course, through conversations with my girlfriends. Now I could and wanted to try it with Christian, experience it. I was horny.