Hi, these stories that I have read are more about Bega Bega. It is a well-known fact that all teenagers have masturbating subjects, and it is also known that people are very reluctant to reveal their sexy fantasies, but I am going to admit it here as far as my memory helps. To. I hope others follow this good tradition of confession :)
One of my first unforgettable sexual encounters occurred when I was a XNUMX- or XNUMX-year-old boy lying on the floor of a relative's crowded room, looking at the ceiling, when suddenly the sky turned black and red! I do not know if, incidentally or intentionally, the beautiful XNUMX-year-old girl who later became my cousin (and, of course, one of my subjects) came and slowly passed over my head, and I took the red royal shirt of this Lund girl from under her black skirt. I visited him. Of course, later, about XNUMX years later, I realized that this could be a subject of masturbation!
One of my next masturbating subjects (if you can call it a masturbating subject) was seeing chickens. That is, when I was a child, I was about XNUMX-XNUMX years old and I used to rub the carpet against the salutation and enjoy it. When they lay their eggs under their feathers (if you are an apartment kid, you have been deprived of seeing this sexy scene. I'm sorry for you!)
Well, let 's go ahead. In adolescence, thanks to the presence of the late Imam, the subject of mockery was as rare as everything else, but it was not a coupon. It was that a movie magazine like "Movie Star" was a God-given blessing even bigger than war! For someone like me, who was not a girl around, I was even satisfied with cartoon picture books with a girl in a short skirt. Even religious books about Imam al-Zaman and the nakedness or even the nonsense of the story of Rastan were enough to provide the subject of sinful and heinous masturbation. These, of course, were also the blessings of the war and the pure censorship of Muhammad.
Things got a little better after the Sony TXNUMX and TXNUMX beep videos came out. The lame dancers of the Shah's broth films and the ladies of the seven Los Angeles makeup pens were also added to my masturbating toolbox. I remember one of the best times of my life was when no one was home and I could put on a bad quality movie and make a fast food (on the weight of fast food!). My masturbating was also in the style of "rape". That is, I slept on the floor and rubbed my head against the carpet, while my elbows were usually the support of my upper body. And hands clasped together. When I was in the first grade, I wanted to tie my hands while sleeping, for example, to pay homage to the experts of TV roundtables so that no one would notice that I was doing it, but my mother once teased me and I realized that I should not try in public again. I do this ugly act.
But the subject of "organizational" sex provided me with my dear cousin's adolescence, which I call enchantment. Charm was very young and stocky with a huge butt and fat legs. So like a divine blessing for this teenager on the floor. I lived in this uncle's house for a while in high school, and my greatest pleasure was seeing the fat legs of the charm from under the skirt. In particular, he had two skirts (one cherry and one cream) that he had apparently bought together and had a large slit in the back. It was my wedding when I was vacuuming. One scene I will never forget, and I totally masturbated with her, was when she came to put her little baby to sleep, and I saw her from about XNUMX cm behind her skirt. Wow he had muscular legs! Another flattering scene was once when he was washing the yard and I was looking out from behind the shutters of the room and I was visiting his white shirt and all of Mubarak's propaganda. Another scene of the subject that I really liked was when you were sleeping in the hall of Demro (with the same cherry skirt) and his little child was sitting on the corner and, for example, he was riding and he was having fun and in the same case he was putting his bare feet in The air was playing. Unaware that instead of studying in another room, I am looking from behind and I am riding on my back! :) Of course, I never wanted to go any further because of the great respect I had for Daeim (or maybe being cowardly) and I was content with just seeing the dry. One or two times he had given me a spell, for example, one night when Daeim was asleep and we had a spell and we were watching a movie. I did not go to see you together, and instead I masturbated in my bed at night, remembering the magic! In the beginning, I remembered the magic of the torment of conscience, but I did not see any harm in doing so. I do not remember, poor witch at the table (at that time we ate on the floor and we were not yet westernized!) What torment she suffered to cover her fat knees, for example, and what I tried to do while maintaining composure and as if no attention I was not attracted to record these scenes and use them later in the Jalaq project. One of my fantasies was to see this prisoner in the bathroom, which unfortunately was not possible. Another fantasy of mine was to sit on the corner like a kid and ride (which, of course, did not happen).
Another subject of my lovemaking in West High School was my classmate, who was very beautiful and had a soft butt. The other subject was my Lund cousin, whose red shirt I mentioned above. This woman talks so sweetly and lovingly that water comes to you. I still sometimes remember her huge ass in a leggings, and I wish I could sleep with her. Although I slept with much younger girls, this woman's fantasy attraction is still something else. I hope to do it once before I die :)
Well, this is a bit of fantasy and the life of my adolescence. I told you not to worry if you are a teenager. This is a completely natural thing and it happens to be very good if you do not have access to real sex. Masturbation is good both for the nerves and for concentration and studying. I sometimes masturbated XNUMX-XNUMX times a day. There is an imaginary egg book called "Family Doctor" which was thrown in the market like a cat at that time and was eaten by people under the name of medical book. He wrote about nonsense that you think about masturbating: For example, that he weakens his eyes and eventually blinds him (I was worried about masturbating because I became glasses and I will eventually go blind!) And he even wrote that a person is so blind. He is involuntary that when he sees dogs and cats, he thinks of masturbating. Fortunately, I was not blinded, nor did I yet find a sexy fantasy about dogs and cats. Although I love cats very much :)
