I Want Her So Much, And I'm A Woman!

   hahaha darling and I'm 23-girl and I'm heterosexual, but a similar story has happened to me twice ... it's again about women around and over 40 years ... at least I know I'm not the only one: D: D From about I've been asking myself a lot of questions for 5 years, hoping to find out what my hobbies are due to ... but I still haven't figured it out. What is similar to me is that in both cases it was about strong and independent women who arouse respect and so on. - as you described it, so at first I associated it with the fact that maybe my passions are due to the desire to look like them one day. Alas, later came the moment with the fantasies of "hammering" and so on. and I could not find an explanation for what was happening to me. In the last one, I even have the fantasy that I'm even a man ... And I repeat ... many would say that I would be homo, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case. I don't look at girls, but if such a woman appears and I go crazy ... I thought to go to therapy with the only idea to ask what these things are due to, because I had never met a person (especially someone my age) with the same phantasmagorias in my head hahaha I don't think it's a bad thing, and humans are such complex beings after all .. and I know that nothing will happen, and I wouldn't allow it, so I think we'll just stay with fantasies Greetings M23

   again M23 about the advice you want ... I wouldn't because you said it yourself - you don't want anything and you wouldn't allow it ... sometimes when we like someone we think that they feel the same, and often (for example in your case with a woman much older than you) may be a concern, etc. and you understand it as a sexual attraction ... I tell you because I had the same feeling, but I did not succumb to the temptation to say - the woman was married after all haha ​​and what is your relationship with her - I mean an acquaintance, colleague at work, teacher?!? I think that also matters ... if you know the man you know how he would react ... for example, I have received hints from women, but I would not accept all of them with a smile :) I don't think you will be happy if it pulls away from you, you remember, and the chance for it to radiate is always there.

   In fact, it is quite normal. Because the given older women are powerful, experienced and serious, you perceive them as men. You are additionally excited by the fact that you want something that is against the rules and stereotypes. Nobody looks at lesbian women with a bad eye. Gay men are another matter. If you have the opportunity - give yourself. I don't know just what you're going to do, but it's your job.

   From the author: Do you know how glad I am that someone understands me. She is very close to me, as a mother, but I also have a desire to have her even for one night, and I know that there is a possibility that if she understands exactly what I want to repel me. I'm trying to control myself, but I can't recognize myself. To have attention and behave in all sorts of ways. But her eyes feel that there is something in her too! You say you wouldn't allow something to happen, but would you? I wouldn't have taken a step myself, but if she had been more insistent, I think I would have given up. It's bad that I'm in love and I can't do without her. Sometimes in the evening I cry and it hurts. My heart aches that she is in the other room, and I can't go and even touch her. (I stayed with her for a while).

   It has happened to me, not with older women, with people of my age. We did it a few times, but it didn't change my sexual orientation. I'm with a man, I'm even married. But with this girl, the attraction from both sides was very strong. The sex was great. Why don't you try, so what? !! Don't tear it up like that, invite her somewhere in a more intimate setting, have a drink and ... act :)

   Read "Sputnik, my love" by Haruki Murakami.

   Don't film yourself .... fantasies are one thing, reality is another :)

   where does the chalga lead! ...

   Why is it not normal - you are free to do whatever you want, and others can watch their work.

   Interestingly, both the author and 1 are attracted to strong and powerful women - all masculine qualities created under the influence of testosterone. In my opinion, this means that they lack such men in their lives. A friend had told me that she had erotic dreams with another of her friends. When I saw her friend - a cheeky face, slightly stocky body, and then when I heard her - a voice with characteristic insight, it became clear to me that she was attracted to testosterone in her friend.

   What kind of chalga was crazy?

   And this if it is human .. To the moderators: is it normal to post such vulgar topics .. that she wrote unlicensed words .. and on top of everything it is as if she wrote with closed eyes. ;) ~ Katie ~

   where does conservative thinking lead! ...

   Здрасти аз пък съм момиче на 21, и при мен нещата са малко по различни аз също имам сериозен приятел но моето влечение е най добрата ми приятелка която е на 16.. просто има такова излъчване че ме побърква понякога, също съм си представяла всякакви неща, и аз не мога да си обясня от къде идва това нещо... Странно и сложно ми е, съвет не мога да ти дам, то бих казала че и аз искам съвет но не си сама :)

   From M23 again: Regarding the comment of Nr. 10 makes sense, yes, I don't know how it is with the author, but it's not like that with me. I've always fallen in love with super feminine and tender-looking women ... and I don't miss men in my family. Regarding the comment of Nr. 5 maybe you're right that you have to give in to the moment and try, but here it's not a haircut for a girl her age, who would be much more open to something like that without thinking ... after all, we're talking about a woman 50 and in my opinion both types of reaction are quite possible (given that the issue is not addressed verbally) .. Not to mention that if the woman knows the girl's family and knows that she was entrusted so to speak - hardly he will touch her, even if she wants to. Otherwise, next to the author ... yes, I fully understand you, especially the fact that you live with her makes your situation very colorful ... I'm convinced that at least you would save yourself crying if you just knew her and met her from time to time, but that's really naughty. The woman would hardly be the first to do something clean and tall so as not to scare you - after all, you are much smaller than her. Look, if there is no husband involved in the picture (at least that's how I understand it, correct me if I'm wrong) and you're the only two I think that if you admit your passion for her (but you have to think about how to present it to her in a more innocent way) I would immediately understand her attitude towards this situation. At least she is a great woman and I think you will talk openly about it. This is what I would do (here I rely on the fact that you still live with her and really know her to some extent). Then I, too, would act in silence and suffer. In no case, however, do not take up the conversation with the topic of sex and how you want it, etc. You can go to her room in the evening quite innocently and have a glass of wine (it always helps for such conversations haha) to tell her that you want to talk about something that has been bothering you lately and share your passion with her. I know that writing sounds very easy, and in practice it is not so at all, but at least you will not spoil your relationship after that, whatever her attitude on the issue. Imagine that you approach in the opposite way (which I am convinced you want), grab her by the waist one night, kiss her and who knows what else: D - then no one can tell you what would happen. And if it's not what you expect, I'm sure it will hurt you more than gathering strength and starting a conversation. :) :) :) I'm just telling you my point of course! Otherwise, you know best: P Share if there is a solution, and at that time I will keep my fingers crossed that everything will go well.

   I was open and I confessed. We didn't ruin our relationship, nor did she change for me. She loves me as her child and I understand and accept him. Now I'm better. I was relieved that she knew everything and that I had nothing to hide. I'll get used to the idea that it can't be done. I just want to say that a woman is a woman in the full sense of the word. Rather, it is a lack of overall attention. And now when I get it I get carried away, but I've been better for two days. We are in a wonderful relationship.

   Normally a person is not born heterosexual. He is born bisexual. So you're fine. And if you try it won't happen who knows what. About 10% of women have tried and have not died from it, although less than 1% are lesbians. About 7% of men too, although gays are much fewer (about 0.7%).

   Номер 8 - Какво пък ти е виновна чалгата? Мила.. Приеми реалността.. Каза, че ти е като майка! Как би се почувствала да правиш нещо интимно с майка си? След това как би се чувствала? Това ще ти тежи много! Помисли за последствията след това! :(

   Да споделя моята история, не знам с какво би ти помогнала, но.... аз съм жена на 26г и ЛЮБИМАТА ми е жена на 51г (чужденка е). Пишем по интернет от две години и половина, историята ми е много дълга, преминахме през много периоди (депресии/ болка от нейна страна) заради това първоначално нейно увлечение/ интерес/ страст към мен, казвам първоначално, защото нормално е така да започне, а сега вече е истинска, дълбока, красива ЛЮБОВ от двете страни. Бях търпелива с нейните периоди в които ме напускаше и мълчеше, разбирах я, все пак е жена и преживява нещата на дълбоко емоционално ниво, но нормално е с времето колкото повече я обиквах, тези изчезвания ми причиняваха все повече и повече болка (защото знаех че страда) как да понесеш, човек когото обичаш повече от себе си да страда. Последваха и много само- унищожителни действия от двете страни. Обичам я повече от себе си, даже бих се махнала от нея, за да си върне стария живот и да се успокои, но знам, че ме обича много дълбоко и това ще я унищожи, за себе си не мисля. Не знам какво точно искам да ти кажа с моята история, само, че ако наистина я обичаш (предполагам че е начално увлечение, няма как да е дълбока, безусловна любов от самото начало) но няма как да знаеш ако не опиташ. Ако я обичаш трябва да бориш за нея. Тя не е тази страна която би се борила за тебе (отчети фактите, че е израстнала в други времена/ чувството за вина от възрастта ти/ както и целият й житейски път който е двоен от твоят и е двойно по- уморена от живота, за да се бори за каквото и да било, камо ли за мечти, за връзка и ЛЮБОВ) ако я обичаш, бори се да изградите една емоционална, интелектуална връзка, разбирай я, подкрепяй я. Повярвай моето момиче беше много тъжа и самотна, не разбрана от никой. Аз я разбрах, беше много дълъг процес, в който много предпазливо ми разкриваше малко по- малко от себе си, сега разцъфна като цвете, подмлади се и е много по- красива от преди, всичко това от ЛЮБОВТА която й дадох. Повярвай ми ако достигнете до такъв етап на ЛЮБОВ, за нея вече няма да има значение възраст и нищо. Би преобърнала света да е с тебе. Не гарантирам, че твоята история ще се развие така. Просто казвам ако наистина държиш на нея, опитай, не знаеш какво би изпуснала с едно примиряване. Ще завърша с това, че няма, няма нищо по- красиво, възвишено, искрено, чисто от ЛЮБОВТА между жени (преди нея съм била само с мъже, не искам и да си спомням) добави и факта, че сме си верни през тези 2 години и половина. И най- доброто предстои, че когато се видим секса ще бъде дълбоко, изпепеляващо и райско чувство и усещане, след като ЛЮБОВТА се е задълбочила до тук. Знам, че сега на първо време мислиш за секса, но ако историята ти се развие както моята, ще си благодарна на трудностите. Защото между жени е така, емоционалната близост, прави и секса прекрасен. Точно за това с мъжете (тези примитивни, космати, разгонени животни не можем да установим каквато и да било емоционална близост и на физическо ниво не е кой знае какво, няма да захващам тази тема, послушай сърцето си) Пиши ми какво мислиш за моята история и моля те сподели как се развива твоята история. Готова съм да ти помагам за в бъдеще с още съвети (помогнала съм на няколко двойки жени) Правя го от най- добри чувства, защото на мене никой не ми е помогнал, знам през каква болка преминах. Бъди предупредена, че колкото е силна ЛЮБОВТА между жени, също така и болката. Мен ме предупредиха, но не се отказах от нея. Пиши ми. Успех. :) Ж 26

   Number 24, I'm the author. I love this woman more than anything. She is the sweetest creature on earth. My soul is big. There is no way anything can happen between us. I'm sure I won't be able to make love to her, but at least I have her in my life. I feel that she is not indifferent to me, but that does not mean much ... Thank you for the kind words. I will be happy to keep writing!

   Hello, F26 and Miss Author, Girls, congratulations on pursuing your dreams! Number 24 filled me. I'm 28 now and I've always fallen in love with older hetero women. I was with three of my university professors (married with children) and two more at school. There is nothing impossible!!!

   Go ahead boldly! Friends with benefits style! :)

   Каквото прочетох по темата, ме разчувства почти неочаквано. В подобна ситуация се оказах в течение на близо четири години. Аз съм на 44, омъжена, с дете; тя е на 66, без семейство, католичка, изумително привлекателна, но своенравна. През всичките тези години не е имало час от денонощието без да съм си мислела за нея, без да си представям допира на деликатните й пръсти, движението на тонизираното й тяло. Напълно без повод и основание започнах да фантазирам секс с нея - усещах трепет в долната част на корема, в детеродните ми органи, дори когато не мастурбирах с копнеж за нея. Предполагам, че тя разбираше влечението ми, никога не отказваше на предложенията ми да се срещнем, но винаги беше сдържана и умерено любезна. Винаги аз инициирах прегръдка и целувка в началото и края на нашите срещи (о, как вдъхвах аромата й! ), носех й подаръчета, търсех невинни поводи да й пратя текст и да й напомня за себе си. В картичка за рождения й ден се престраших да й кажа, че е прекрасна и че я обичам много. Тя, по северному, не коментираше, сякаш удържаше ескалирането на емоцията. Чудех се дали от любезност само се съгласява да се видим. Веднъж, в знак на пожелана близост, й изпратих информация от интернет относно баща й, която тя нямаше как да знае. Реакцията й ме нарани ужасно: рязко и нелюбезно ме скастри да не се занимавам с обичните на другите хора. Това ми показа, че усилията и илюзиите ми, че постепенно навлизам в нейния свят, са били напълно нереалистични и че през всичките тези години аз явно съм тропала на залостена врата. Ядосвах се, главно на себе си, че позволих да се разчувствам и размечтая толкова за човек, който явно не го е заслужавал. Реших да не й се обаждам вече, да спра текстовете. И успях, вече месец! През това време тя също запазва пълно мълчание. Обидена, разстроена, а може би облекчена, че се освободи от моето досадно внимание? На мен разбира се ми е все още много тежко, но не спирам да си повтарям, че така се е получило най-добре и че тя не е била за мен.

   Това са извращения. Не се поддавайте на гнусни и скверни страсти. Мъжа е за жената и жената за мъжа.

   I am the author. Number 31 I will be happy to write here. I'm glad at least someone understands me. For me, this has been going on for 2 years now. This woman is a great thing for me. I know it's not right to have feelings like that, but just like you say, only when I look at her and something in my stomach turns. I feel a desire. I would give everything only if I could spend one night with her. I do not want anymore. And my girlfriends tell me I might not like it. I don't think so, because I'm in love. I don't know what to do yet. She tells me she doesn't like it, but she provokes me. She knows my feelings and calls me in the bathroom to rub her back. He enters the bathroom while taking a bath next to the toilet. He recently told me that there was a strong passion in my eyes. We have talked a lot about my feelings and she is categorical, but provoking. I also feel that when I look at her she worries, he even smiles shyly or grins. I know she likes being wanted, but I'm tormented. She is like a mother to me. We live together. That is, I have them. She helped me a lot, but believe me, I'm struggling with my feelings and I can't ... I wonder if it wasn't a mistake to share it with her. If I had taken any action, I wonder if she would have backed down. I do not know what to do....

   I'm number 31. I understand you, I understand you so well. It is difficult to decide whether and to what extent to share, to continue to share or to let things develop on their own, to try to put an end to it and whether he would have a strong will to stick to that final. I told her years ago that I was unexpectedly attracted to her and to myself and that I would like to see her at least once a month. I told her then that I didn't want or expect anything more - so as not to embarrass her. She agreed and has since complied with this stipulation. By the way, I met her this week, after the silence. And it was wonderful, as always. And now I am again obsessed with thoughts and dreams about her. It's like magic, like captivity, but it's also painful, because I just don't see how things can develop. When I'm with her, I force myself not to feel desire and strong passions - because I do not want to attack her and cause her to withdraw. We talk on a variety of topics, we drink tea, the conversation goes great, I think we both have a good time together and we both don't want the meeting to end (we always have a meeting limit because I live in another city and I have to catch train). When I'm with her, the world is better, calmer, better, even the weather is always good. You know, when I first saw her (then we worked together for a few months), I said to myself that if I were a man, I would invite her on a date, I would take her to a restaurant, I would explain myself to her in love. And then I thought: why do I have to be a man to experience this? It was weird then, it's weird now, because I've never considered myself a lesbian, I like men sexually. But with her the feeling is so strong, so intense, so all-encompassing - I want to be her gentleman, I want to make her happy, I want to show her how special, tender, valuable and gorgeous she is. Naturally, I dream of having sex with her (I studied poses with women online just to imagine how it would turn out technically), because I know that with her I would reach orgasm - which for me is a sign of the divine. I mentioned that she was a Catholic but not a practitioner. Because of her, I have been studying Catholicism for years (I also have diplomas!) In order to get closer to her world, and to get a theological explanation - or maybe an excuse? - of this attraction. It's hard for me, it's hard; when she doesn't call, I'm in the depths of despair, but only one of her text messages is enough for me to rise on the crest of a wave of optimism. I hate tattoos, but I would write her name on my body.

   Здравейте на всички! Аз съм жена на 44, омъжена с две деца. Със съпругът ми се познаваме от екол матернел (нещо като пред училище). Малко след като правих за първи път секс с много скъп за мен човек, почнах редовно си искам от настоящият ми мъж да го правим. Тогава той бе на 13, разликата ни е 1 год. Един ден както всеки ден, бях в тях и дойде майка му-сега моя свекърва. Говорехме си най- елементарни неща от ежедневието. Впечатли ме в нея начинът по който се държеше. До него ден не бях обърнала внимание. Излъчваше страхотна привлекателност, имаше походка на сърна. Прекрасно дупе ( синът и го бе наследил). Разговаряше с мен като с равна. Приятелят ми отиде нещо да търси в центъра на града, щеше да се забави, но аз обещах да го изчакам. Доставяше ми стархотно удоволствие да наблюдавам майка му, движенията и и да слушам гласът и. Направо ме хипнотизираше. В един момент ме попита имам ли си други приятели и приятелки. Отвърнах и, че имам, но не са както „М”- синът и, а що се отнася до момичетата, ми се струваха несериозни за приятелство. Все пак имам една Ана-Мария с която и до днес сме дружки и си знаем всичко. Незнам защо, Ев-майката на приятелят ми (от Евангелия), ме попита: - искаш ли да съм ти приятелка? - Разбира се госпожо, това ще бъде велико удоволствие за мен! - Харесваш ли ме? Аз съм малко различна от другите майки. - Да госпожо, много ми харесвате и сте много хубава! Защо издрусах последното незнам. Но тя бе наистина прекрасна, краката и бяха като на мама, дълги с тясна талия. Имаше гърди не големи, но впечатляващи с изражението си. - Майка ти също е много красива- каза тя. И с тази физиономия, всеки път когато я видя ми се иска да я целуна. Май несхванах смисълът на думите и. Но точно този начин на откровение ме привличаше. Мина покрай мен, спря за секунда, наведе се и ме целуна по устата, след което каза: - Ти си прекрасна приятелка! Така мина много време. Вече бях на 16-17 когато дойде в нас, бяха се сближили покрай мен и синът и с нашите. Често ни посещаваха. Помня бях седнала в скута на баща ми и му придърпвах косъмчетата на мустаците. Това беше моя привилегия, можех да „малтретирам” тати, както никой друг. Бях му любимката и бях си го заслужила. Блузката ми беше отворена и гърдите ми се поклащаха доста провокативно. Малко преди това му споделих, колко много ме привлича Ев, на което той каза: - Ти си достатъчно голяма да решиш сама. Така ни завари Ев, усмихна се и без да променя тона каза: - О, вие се забавлявате доста приятно. И аз обичам така, но „М” напоследък е притеснителен. Смята че е голям и не му прилича да седи на коленете на майка си. Тогава тати се обади: - Ев, ти трябва да седиш на неговите колене, не той на твойте и всичко ще е на ред. Така ни завари и мама. Когато се целунаха с Ев забелязах нещо в очите и на двете им, което провокира ревност в мен. Тогава осъзнах, че тази жена винаги ме е привличала със страхотна сила. Имах се за хетеросексуална и никога не ми е минавало през ум, че мога да се влюбя в жена. Имах достатъчно сексулен опит, но само с мъже. Веднъж ми се случи да помогна на мама в банята и докато и търках гърбът си представих, че е Ев. Вероятно съм направила нещо, защото мама забеляза и ми каза: - Не се притеснявай мила! И на мен ми се е случвало, когато помагах на мама да се възбудя. Направих се на ударена и казах, че не е това. После реших да не мисля повече на темата. Но с времето ставаше все по- трудно за мен. Ев се държеше прекрасно, не ми е посягала, не ми е давала поводи, но самото и присъствие и дори мисълта за нея, все повече ме объркваха и побъркваха. След една година родих близнаците и с „М” решихме да се оженим. Влечението ми бе леко притъпено от предстоящите събия, имам предвид раждане. В четвъртия или пети месец лежах в леглото си, както винаги гола. Коремът ми наедряваше, тогава се появи Ев. Погледна ме и каза: - Прекрасна си, дано „М” не ти развали тялото! Като бонбон си, с такова удоволствие бихте те сложила в устата си. Пламнах, тя забеляза, но не реагира, седна до мен на леглото. Полата и се вдигна, бедрата и лъснаха, виждаше се, че не носи бельо. Като че ли нарочно си държеше краката разтворени, постави ръката си на коремът ми нежно и каза: - Но ти трепериш, защо? ! Все едно нищо не забелязваше, че съм плувнала, възбудена и едвам дишах. Дъхът ми спираше, тя свойски се опта да ме погали по главата и се наведе леко. Незнам какво стана, дойдох на себе си с глава забита между краката и. Тя ме галеше по косите, отметнала главата си назад. Чувах стоновете и, осъзнах какво правя, но продължих. След това все едно нищо не е било, ме попита: - Как си, хареса ли ти? Ти си наистина най-добрата ми приятелка! Треперех още, но тя ме прегърна, целуна ме по устата и попита искам ли да ми помогне. Исках, да! Много исках! Беше страхотно нежна и мила, почти след две минути направих оргазъм и точно в него момен взе, че влезе мама. Не реагирах, а и Ев не спря. Мама се зарадва, че съм се освободила. Дълго време имах подозрения, че двете го правят, докато един ден влизайки неочаквано в тях-свекърва ми, бях изненадана от това което заварих. Мама и тати с Ев и свекър ми на échange. Всичко зависи от вас самите, мисленето Ви, вашата разкрепостеност и желания. Не е престъпно!

   36, stop erotic novels. They don't affect you well

   So how can you not be the other way around, after you say exactly "there is a woman who drives me crazy ?! Do you realize how much you contradict yourself.

   You may not have found the qualities of the lady in question in a man, so you feel sympathy for her. If you are really in love and not just a hobby, and you are sure that she will reciprocate, admit your feelings, do not be afraid. If you know an acquaintance / friend with whom you would like to have a good relationship and you do not know if she has feelings for you, you better keep quiet. In fact, if she is a good person, she would understand you even if she could not respond to you the way you want. Go boldly and do not be afraid! If it is written, it will happen. ;)

   I am also in love with a woman and I even confessed it to her. We have known her for about 2 years and it just happened. I thought she wanted me too, because I also felt provoked by her. She was always very kind to me, she looked at me defiantly, her gaze shook me. I allowed myself to touch her, and she didn't back away immediately, as if she liked it. She kept calling me, telling me she wanted me to use her for whatever I wanted. I often touched each other and she initiated our touch, not just me. She always wanted to be in my company, I complemented myself so well, I felt so happy and calm when she was by my side. And one day I decided that I couldn't do it anymore and that I would admit my desire for her. And that was the day I realized how much I was wrong. First he refused me, then she ignores me and never looks for me again, and the worst thing is that the time we don't communicate anymore, she never once looks for me, at least to ask me if I'm okay. Total ignorance, total indifference and disgust. To forget it, I had to delete it from all social networks. And I haven't seen or heard from her for 8 months. I was played and I didn't do anything wrong to her. She didn't need to respond to my feelings, but at least we could try to stay friends, because I tried, but somehow it wasn't the same. She was cool and answered me coldly and reluctantly. I'm very sad, I wonder when I'll stop thinking about her, because she doesn't deserve it, she's obviously very well without me total indifference and disgust. To forget it, I had to delete it from all social networks. And I haven't seen or heard from her for 8 months. I was played and I didn't do anything wrong to her. She didn't need to respond to my feelings, but at least we could try to stay friends, because I tried, but somehow it wasn't the same. She was cool and answered me coldly and reluctantly. I'm very sad, I wonder when I'll stop thinking about her, because she doesn't deserve it, she's obviously very well without me total indifference and disgust. To forget it, I had to delete it from all social networks. And I haven't seen or heard from her for 8 months. I was played and I didn't do anything wrong to her. She didn't need to respond to my feelings, but at least we could try to stay friends, because I tried, but somehow it wasn't the same. She was cool and answered me coldly and reluctantly. I'm very sad, I wonder when I'll stop thinking about her, because she doesn't deserve it, she's obviously very well without me She was cool and answered me coldly and reluctantly. I'm very sad, I wonder when I'll stop thinking about her, because she doesn't deserve it, she's obviously very well without me She was cool and answered me coldly and reluctantly. I'm very sad, I wonder when I'll stop thinking about her, because she doesn't deserve it, she's obviously very well without me

   Completely normal torments. When I smell my colleague's perfume, my nipples swell.

   It may sound stupid, but it's true! The difference between me and my mother is almost sixteen years. As a child I played with the clitoris, it gives me great pleasure. I didn't know what it was then, but my hand was still there. One day, already older, I started bathing alone, without company. Either the second or third time. I was lying in the bathtub and my hand was manipulating my clit. I had realized the advantage of being alone in the bathtub and the freedom I had. I was enjoying my game without even realizing what it was. And then won't my mother come in? He looked at me, asked how I was, and sat on the edge of the tub. He looked at the height of the water and said, "There's a little too much water, it's dangerous." He reached for the fuse handle. He wanted to drop some of the water. And then he noticed that I was stimulating my clitoris. Don't get angry. He stroked my forehead and said: - The water should not pass over your chest! It's better to be a little lower, so you don't risk drowning. And that ... where you play with him will still be in the water. I know, it's more enjoyable. He leaned over me and, as he spoke to me, stroked the squirrel, or as his father called it, the beast's lair. It wasn't until fourth grade that I realized the meaning of his words. As he stroked me in the beast's lair, I got a new feeling. Although only for a moment, but I felt that it was very nice for someone else to touch me there. It's been a long time since this case. I masturbated hard. I reached 40-50 / day. I already knew what sex, fucking and so on was. I have a highly developed imagination and I imagined various sexual performances. But I don't know why my father, my brother, and the boy's neighbors, who were as nasty, ugly, and dirty as a canal rat, were always involved. I had started school in my second year. There were 22 children in the class, of which only eight were boys. I had befriended one of the girls in first grade. She was as tall as me. She didn't look like a Frenchwoman. It doesn't look like me, but we're both French. The other children were smaller. Our teacher, or as the metresse is called here, had a different attitude toward the two of us. I walked into the office once and surprised her. She was sitting in a chair with one hand resting on the table, looking at something, but her other hand was there, down to her cream. She was treating it the way I know it. He noticed that I had noticed what he was doing and said, "Carmela, you surprised me." Good thing it's you! I was also surprised, but not by what she was doing, by her words. She had beautiful legs. Long as mom's, great skin. I was looking at her and I couldn't take my eyes off them and her squirrel. It was as if she was turning to me on purpose, without removing his hand from the clitoris. I could see her two fingers running around her clit, and to my surprise, before she put them up, she shoved them into her pussy, then took them out, licked them, and said, "How can I help you?" I was on another wave. At that moment, I imagined my mother in her place and did not answer, but she continued: - This remains between us, right? You are a big girl and you understand these things. Yes, I understand them. I shook my head in agreement and slipped out. I felt some satisfaction from myself, inexplicable, unconscious, but satisfaction. Just thinking about mom makes me aroused. I felt this excitement, I wanted to go home quickly and take care of my clit. Which I did. I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom to wash. There I found mom and dad naked. She had probably just finished blowing him because he grabbed his cock, still in an erection, and said: - I am leaving you. Mom stood up, gleaming with all her sexual grandeur. It wasn't the first time I'd felt like poking her pussy. I wanted to bite her nipples and most of all I wanted to kiss her pussy. My heart was pounding, my breathing was racing. Then I heard my mother say to me, "Carr, darling." I must congratulate you on your discretion. I saw your teacher last night, she is very happy with you. He said you were very intelligent for your age. Yes! Ma mistress managed to contact her mother and secure herself. She was cunning. Then I said, "Well, Mom!" She's cool and I like her a lot. She has nice legs like yours and she doesn't wear underwear either. I like that. I wouldn't betray her. When she heard me, my mother unknowingly posed with her foot and showed off her clean pussy, which took my breath away. I heard her say, "You say were her legs as beautiful as mine? Is that what they look like? She continued to demonstrate them. I felt compelled to answer and said, "Not really!" Yours are better. I would like to caress them. I was completely stupid, I missed. I saw an unexpected interest in my mother's eyes and heard her: - Stroke them as soon as you like them. I see you're excited. Without thinking, I ran a hand between her thighs. I went to the inside of her left thigh and stopped at her pussy. I felt a slight twitch or so it seemed to me. I had kept my hand there and heard: - Come on, that's enough! That I'm getting aroused too, and your father doesn't have time, he has to go. Did I understand anything of what was said? Dad was always clearer to me. I matched with him. It had been a long time. I was already in fifth grade, I would soon be twelve. I had become a whistle expert, I made the boys lick me for a blowjob and half the girls in the class too. I had licked my girlfriend and once by mistake our classmate. She was about 44-45 years old. It all happened by accident. But she was very frightened, and for almost a year she trembled not to learn. Finally I decided to calm her down and told my mom to talk to her. Although I did not share details. Mom invited her to join us, invited my old mistress, they drank, cooed and I don't know what else, but everything fell into place. It was nearing the end of the school year. I was a very strong student, but I had a problem, I was constantly imagining how I had sex with my mother. As soon as I heard or saw her, I became insane. So a week after my birthday, my girlfriend and I were with us. We were alone and he wanted to lick me. Just in the middle of the session, Dad appeared. I didn't care much, so I continued my work. He walked out of my room. When we finished, my friend was a little upset, she had felt it. I reassured her with the words: - Don't worry! He's a dude. I think I want him to fuck me. I'm not fucked yet. I have the feeling that I will die a virgin. "Right?" I know yours are great. If only mine were like that ... Do you think he'll curl up fucking you? Cool, I want to see how he does it. "He's going to fuck me like nothing, but in your presence ... I might fuck you too." I said hey like that without thinking. Fortunately, the door to the room was open, allowing Dad to overhear our conversation. While we were still talking, he appeared with the words: - When will you include me in your games? Until I realized it, Rose-Marie said, "Maybe now." As long as you are ready. I was stunned, but also so excited that I even stood up in front of my father and said to him: - Here I go! I was naked, lying with my legs spread, he needed a little. He asked me if I was sure. And without wasting time, he hugged me. The game was quite interesting until it bit my ear. The pain was indescribable, I almost slapped him. But it proved useful. His cock was already at the bottom of me. I almost did not feel pain in the pussy, on the contrary I was pleased with what was moving in her. While he was finishing me, I managed to tell Rose-Marie how nice it was. Of course, Dad didn't forgive her either. We were both women now. So a few more years passed. I fucked my father every day until I fainted. And all the time I was imagining my mother. I was already 16, I believed that no one but me, Rose-Marie and Dad was aware of our relationship. He fucked us both regularly. My brother is younger and we didn't count him as a human being. But hell, I kept imagining Mom. And so one day we were at my uncle's, the one whose wife insulted me has a pool. I undressed and stumbled. I was alone in them. They had left for Madrid, and the week was about to be here alone. I was lying on a deck chair when I heard movement. I was a little startled, I wasn't expecting anyone. What was my surprise when I saw my mother going down the stairs naked. I have no explanation, but I jumped up and met her by the pool. I hugged her quite violently. I felt her tongue in my mouth. My restraints dropped and ... I had always licked girls, but that with her ... I can't describe it. In a later conversation, she told me that she was still expecting me to attack her. She saw in my eyes, the demeanor, the excitement that gripped me when she appeared. At first, my father and I thought I was a lesbian. But then her father told her everything and they realized that I was actually like her, bisexual. I had no idea he was aware of what had happened. But let me be honest. Sex with a man and sex with a woman have nothing in common. I love to be fucked. But did you feel my mother's closeness ... - I freak out. Just thinking or imagining it drives me crazy. I love to lick, to be licked, but I adore feeling cock in me! My husband is wonderful, but there is no such effect on me. Even a simple phone conversation with my mom or dad and a word about sex and I have an orgasm. To this day, I'm crazy about my mother, even though we've been doing it for years. My friend and she got married, they have two children. I think the first one is from my father. After five years of marriage, she fell in love with a woman. It is! but I adore feeling cock in me! My husband is wonderful, but there is no such effect on me. Even a simple phone conversation with my mom or dad and a word about sex and I have an orgasm. To this day, I'm crazy about my mother, even though we've been doing it for years. My friend and she got married, they have two children. I think the first one is from my father. After five years of marriage, she fell in love with a woman. It is! but I adore feeling cock in me! My husband is wonderful, but there is no such effect on me. Even a simple phone conversation with my mom or dad and a word about sex and I have an orgasm. To this day, I'm crazy about my mother, even though we've been doing it for years. My friend and she got married, they have two children. I think the first one is from my father. After five years of marriage, she fell in love with a woman. It is!

   To number 10 What nonsense are you talking about, dude. She liked the woman's testosterone. Well, we all have both testosterone and estrogen. I like the estrogen in you. How do you sound? People have said, "When you have nothing to say, you better shut up." Plus, not to mention that these very qualities in question are due to the female energy, which, KNOW, we still have both sexes. Now to the topic. It is no coincidence that young girls are attracted to older women. As mentioned several times, they represent authority. Yes, but why are you attracted to authority? Here come the traumas of childhood. I can't tell you what happened to you, but if you had a mother who was cold to you or was withdrawn, or one who was immature and you felt like a parent. If she was too strict with you and it always seemed that you could not earn the approval you were looking for, now you are subconsciously looking for an authority reminiscent of your mother so that you can be appreciated. In other words, you are trying to work out your traumas unconsciously. Until you give it a chance. Give! The unexperienced thrills leave a scar for a lifetime, and you are 23. You will become 40 with children and marriage, and it will hit you like a wet rag over the face that you liked another woman. Then you will think of him .. and it will hit you like a wet rag over your face that you liked another woman. Then you will think of him .. and it will hit you like a wet rag over your face that you liked another woman. Then you will think of him ..

   When you talk and laugh, and touch, and shake her hand lightly, as if by chance and watch her reaction. Then write here what happened.