Hi, I'm 22 now, but I feel terribly confused by the feelings I'm having and I really don't know what to do. My story is not short, but I will start over. I was only 15 years old when I met a man by chance, let's say his name was P., who was 13 years older than me. Despite my age, I dare say that I took every step consciously and deliberately, and even now, going back, I would not judge my actions as a child, but as a conscious woman. Anyway, I went out with this man once, with a girlfriend and his boyfriend. He behaves like a real gentleman, but my parents were very strict, and before the evening began I had to go home because of my evening class. I made up a story so that I wouldn't pretend to be a child, but even I didn't believe it. Although, that I had never seen this man once before, I was left with an incredible impression of him - terribly charming, with the most incredible smile, great blue eyes, with a university degree, he spoke four languages and had lived and studied abroad for a long time. I was sure I wouldn't see him again after my lie that night, but I wasn't right. The next day I got a call from P .. He offered to see me again, but this time just the two of us. I must say that by this time I had already had sex and I guessed what this man wanted from me, but the truth is that I did not mind giving it to him. I would even say that at this stage I wanted just that and I had no other expectations of him. After he called me the other day, we met the night he took me home, asked me if I was hungry and if I wanted something to eat, I agreed to go to a restaurant, but first he had to go home to change. Ha ha and still laugh at his approach that night, we went to his house, which turned out to be a whole castle, he obviously took me there to impress me, I don't know, but the truth is that it wasn't even necessary to she slept with him. But what we did that night I would not call sex, but rather the apogee of pleasure. At the time, I thought that my very modest sexual experience made me use such words, but the truth is that to this day I have not had such pleasure with another man. Q. It was as if he was reading my mind, as if he knew exactly what I wanted. And even though I was convinced that the story ended there, I knew what would happen before I had sex with him, I was wrong again. He called me again two days later. Apparently his male ego called, because he asked me why I didn't call him during that time, I told him that I thought we had said everything that night and I didn't think he needed more words. And it really was, I had got what I wanted, he too. Our relationship continued, we saw each other several times a week, sometimes even every day, we borrowed almost nothing for each other, but gradually he began to share with me, told me that he was married, even shared my sympathy for other women, I met with his friends, we even spent the new year together. I was not in love, I never allowed myself such feelings, I wanted nothing more than what we had, but I loved him, he made me happy. Everything was so simple, I felt like a friend, and at the same time I was with him I felt like a real woman, not like a 15-year-old pickle. He is the reason I am this, what I am now, I have learned a lot from him and I am infinitely grateful to him for that. I knew he loved me too, not only because he told me, but also because I felt him, I knew he cared about me. Our relationship lasted about a year after that he left for Sofia, and things disappeared by themselves, without saying it to each other, it was clear to both of them that it was all over. I was a little sorry, but then I thought I had taken everything I could from this relationship and it's time to enjoy my youth, and I will meet many more such men. I have been living with a man for three years now, whom I love very much, and he is crazy about me. He tries to give me everything I need, he takes care of me constantly, I am sure of his love and that he will never cheat on me, but the truth is that no matter how devoted he is to me, he can never give me gave this happiness that I felt with P. No man has succeeded and I don't know if he will ever succeed. For 6 years now, I haven't stopped thinking about this man every day, even though I haven't seen him since. When I'm depressed or feeling weak, I recall these memories in my head, I dream about it, I just can't get it out of my head. I heard from friends that he got married shortly after we stopped seeing each other and has a daughter, which I am happy about because he really wanted to have children. And now I don't know what to do, I'm confused, but I want to meet him again, I want to experience that sexual pleasure again, and at the same time I know it's impossible. I don't even know if he remembers my name and if he will recognize me. From another point of view, I can't even imagine for a moment that I will cheat on my friend, he is all I have. Tell me what you think? Advise me something? Do I have to forget it,
1 kitty__cat_ answered
I read the article well 2 times. This is a pure fabrication of your Kven imagination ... She was 15 ...