If you could go back in time, at what exact moment would you travel there?
I came across a similar question on one of the forums, and it got me thinking...🤔
You know, I've had different things in my life, both joys and sorrows, but I still wouldn't want to change anything, so I don't want to go back to any period of my past. But I don't want to live some moment anew either🤷♀️ But if you think more globally.....
I would probably like to see dinosaurs🦖, literally for an hour to be in the Middle Ages at some knights' tournament🏰, to get to a ball in the XVIII century🎩...To see it all with one eye and come back so that my presence in the past would not affect anything.
Which childhood incident do you remember with a smile?😁
This time, it wasn't me who was at the center of the awkward situation, but my classmate. He had a purebred fluffy dog named Wiener. And so, in the first grade, a conversation about pets came up in the lesson. The boy stood up and proudly announced to the whole class:
"And I have wiener! Come to my house and I'll show it to you! You can even touch it."
The teacher is shocked🙀 The parents are at school. Soon, of course, everyone found out the truth, but they laughed at this story for a long time🤣
My plans for the summer this year are a vacation in a country house. I love nature, and I love quiet, cozy, countryside nature especially. Lying on the lawn under the summer sun, eating strawberries🍓 that I picked right off the bed, walking in the woods🌿, enjoying the silence and especially fresh air.... Beauty! 💚
This is the kind of vacation I imagine for myself this year.
You know I love to dance. I dance while cooking, I dance while cleaning, I dance and sing in the shower. But I like to do it alone without an audience. When I ride in the elevator alone, I dance sometimes too💃
Now, I never thought about the fact that there are cameras in the elevator. I just never noticed them. One day, a new security guard got a job at our building. And when I was getting out of the elevator, having had a good dance during the ride, he called me: “You are a great dancer! Your dancing puts me in a good mood!”
I was embarrassed, said, “Thank you,” and quickly ran away🙈 At that point, he had only been there for the first week, and it just so happened that I was in such a good mood that I was dancing in the elevator every day. And it turns out he was always looking at my recital😅
I was so embarrassed, so ashamed. I was especially embarrassed by the thought that the previous guard had been watching me dance for several years and had never said anything🤦♀️
Have you ever had any embarrassing situations like that?🤣
"The Lesson My First Love Taught Me" Part 6 Finale 💔
One day, when we were sitting at Max's house, he was texting with someone, smiling and laughing quietly. I wasn't really interested in what he was doing, because Max could just talk to his friends about something funny. However, when I went over to hug him, I saw that he was looking at pictures of some girl. She was naked. Max was so engrossed in his correspondence with someone that he didn't immediately realize that I had approached him, so I had time to take a good look at that picture.
I was shocked, but I didn't make a scene. As I watched Max frantically hide his phone from me, I pretended I hadn't seen the picture. I wanted to believe I was wrong. It scared me to realize that Max was cheating on me.
Except I couldn't let it go. And Max's behavior only added to my anxiety. He was always going out without me, he became very cold toward me (and he had not been very gentle toward me before), and then he stopped answering my calls and messages.
All of this went on until he sent me a text:
“Emma, we need to break up. It's not about you. It's about me. You see, you're not wow to me anymore, you seem boring to me. Let's stop.”
That message destroyed me. I cried a lot. I couldn't pull myself together for a long time. Then I found out that he cheated on me. Cheated on me several times with different girls. But the thing that hurt the most was the fact that he dumped me with a text message. Such a lying, cowardly text. We were together for a year and he didn't bother to end that year with me like a human being.
But, like a bad person should, Max showed up a few months after we broke up. He texted me:
- “Hey! How are you?
I said hello, but I was seething inside. I'd just gotten over him. And then, without any shame, he asked me to come over.
- What are you doing today? Come to my place. We'll have fun. Like we used to👉👌
Max shamelessly offered to come over and have sex with me! Me, who he had so disgustingly dumped!
I turned him down, of course. But it took me a long time to realize, where was my brain when I went out with him?🤦♀️ After all, he had treated me so badly!
I'm actually grateful for the experience. Max taught me how NOT to be in a relationship. I don't allow myself to be treated like that anymore. I value and respect myself. But this experience was too painful, and I certainly wish I had acquired this knowledge in some less unpleasant way.
My dears, this is my story of first love. I hope it was interesting for you to read it. I really hope your relationship was not as lousy as mine. Love yourself. Respect yourself. Appreciate yourself. And fall in love with those who genuinely care about you, who are interested in you, who appreciate you❤️
He introduced me to his mother, grandmother and sister (he was the only man in the house), but for some reason he didn't want to meet my family. He only met my friends once, and he didn't like them. We saw each other only at work and on those days when I came to his house (sometimes I even skipped classes to spend time with him). Words of love he hardly ever said to me. “I love you” I only heard once, and that was only after I told him I loved him myself.
Yes, I was in love. Why? How quickly? I don't know. I just realized one day that I missed him, that it was important for me to see him smile, that I wanted to make him feel good, even if I received very little in return.
Max never gave me gifts. He didn't give me flowers either. He didn't take me to cafes or restaurants. During sex he thought only about himself, and therefore I did not know what an orgasm was. Instead of compliments, more and more often I heard reproaches or comparisons with other girls.
One day, a new waitress came to work in our restaurant. Her name was Emma, too.
The other Emma was a lush-breasted brunette with an infectious laugh and deep brown eyes. She quickly found a common language with Max. And he, fascinated by her, began to say hurtful things to me:
- It's a pity you don't have such lush breasts like Emma!
- You know, maybe you should change your coloring to brunette.
- You should laugh more often, Emma. You're so boring.
I was really fading. It was my first relationship. My first love. I didn't know how to do it. I didn't understand why Max was doing this to me. Was I wrong? Should I be better?
Slowly, I realized he was touching me less and less. No, the sex wasn't less, but the gentle touches, the hugs, the kisses, it wasn't enough. He rarely wrote me, never called me first.
I was sad. And so it went on for a year. But for some reason I put up with it and didn't break up with him. Until one day he left me.
Oh, it was awful. I'll tell you about it in my next post. It will be the epic ending to my story💔
When we returned to the city, everything was normal. I studied, worked, and came to Max's apartment in my free time.
About a month later, he and I went to his friend's birthday party. The party was held at the friend's apartment and we had to stay overnight.
When the party was over and everyone went to bed, Max and I inflated a mattress and made a bed in the kitchen. We tried not to make any noise, but the mattress still creaked pretty loudly. He kissed me, gradually getting me hotter. We had touched each other often in his house, but it had never come to sex. And then he said:
- How about sex? We've been together a long time. It's time.
The thought made me shiver. First sex on an air mattress in someone else's apartment. wasn't exactly my dream. But I wanted to do it. I already knew what masturbation was. And I wanted to know what sex was. And finally, I wanted to know what an orgasm was. Because caressing had never made me cum before.
So I said yes.
We had no lube. We didn't have condoms.
- It's okay," he said. - I never use condoms at all. They're not good for me.
That's how my first sex happened. I wriggled, feeling the head of his huge cock trying to penetrate me. To say I was uncomfortable is an understatement. Max was nervous too, losing his temper, urging me to relax. But I couldn't.
Finally Max, horny and disappointed, left me lying naked on the mattress and went to the bathroom to jerk off, because normal sex wasn't happening. Of course, it wasn't how I'd imagined my first sex to be. And for some reason, I blamed myself for failing.
What was your first sexual experience like? I hope it went a lot better than mine.
The next morning I heard him bragging to his friend about getting my first kiss.
He said:
- Yes, our princess is not so innocent anymore, hahaha.
And that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Max decided to move on.
The cabin we were staying in was one story. There were about ten of us. And we all slept side by side, almost shoulder to shoulder.
Max slid his hand under the blanket, found my palm, and, pulling it to him, placed my hand on his cock. I was stunned. I almost cried out. He only grinned.
- Touch it," he whispered.
I didn't want to. I wasn't ready to touch a man's cock. Especially with so many people around. But Max insisted.
He guided my palm, moving it over his crotch. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. And I got scared.
Then he slipped our palms into his briefs, and I felt the smooth skin of his hot cock for the first time in my life. But the scariest part was that Max's cock was huge. Max was a tall guy, under two meters tall. And his cock was as big as he was. Very long.
- Put both hands around it and drive up and down," he ordered.
And I obeyed. With trembling fingers I gripped his cock, trying to realize what was happening. I was afraid someone would wake up. I was afraid of this experience I was totally unprepared for.
And then he came. He cummed profusely on my hands. I could feel the hot cum on my fingers. I didn't want to wipe it on the blanket, and I was about to get up to wash it off, but he stopped me.
- Lick it off, - he whispered.
I stared at him dumbly. He nodded at my palms and then repeated:
- Lick up my cum.
And I licked it off.
Thinking back on it, I realize how insecure and inexperienced I was. I let him play with me the way he wanted to play with me. But it wasn't supposed to be like that. And that was just the beginning.
At work, he would often come out of the kitchen to me, touch me discreetly, and proudly tell everyone in the restaurant that we were dating. It was very embarrassing to me, but in a way it made me feel good because Max was proud that we were in a relationship🥰
When we discussed our previous relationship, I learned that he wasn't very picky about relationships. Yes, there weren't many girls, but picking someone up in a club and fucking in the restroom was perfectly normal for him. When I told him I'd never dated anyone, he laughed and said:
- "Oh, Emma, it turns out you're unkissed.
A few weeks later, he invited me to go with him and his friends to the countryside for a few days. I agreed, even though I had to miss a day of university to do it. His friends turned out to be nice guys, but somehow I didn't get along with them. I felt superfluous.
In the evening, when everyone had a drink, we talked about our relationship, and Max for some reason started telling his friends that I was "unkissed", calling me an "innocent princess". There was nothing shameful about my lack of experience, but at that moment I felt like there was something wrong with me if I hadn't even had my first kiss at my age.
And that same evening, the first kiss happened.
There was a lake near the cabin we were all staying at. Max and I decided to walk to it and look at the stars. It was very beautiful💫
The fresh wind was ruffling my clothes and hair. The leaves rustled peacefully. The stars reflected on the smooth surface of the lake. Max took my hand, turned me toward him, and kissed me. Suddenly, but gently.
I barely moved my lips, numb as he moved his tongue in my mouth. Then he pulled away and, smiling, said:
I had just started university and was working part-time as a waitress in a restaurant. I had never been in a relationship. No one had ever asked me out on a date. But I really wanted to fall in love❤️
Max worked as an assistant cook in the kitchen. He was only a couple years older than me. We never socialized normally, just "Hi" and "Bye," and to be honest, I didn't like him😅
Then one day the guys from work decided to go to a bar and invited me. I agreed, because you need to build relationships with those you work with. As it turned out, they invited Max too. That night we talked quite a lot. He sat down next to me and started asking me what subjects I was studying, what music I was listening to... the usual conversation.
After that evening, we started chatting more often and more. He was always the first to start talking, trying to get closer. And I didn't notice how in a couple of weeks I agreed to go to the movies with him. It was my first date in my life!🙈
I don't remember what movie we saw. But I remember I was really nervous. But not because I really liked Max, but because it was the first time I went to the movies with a guy. On a date. Just him and me.
He walked me home and was silent the whole way from the movie theater. I didn't say anything because I was so nervous. And when we got to my house, he gently took my hand and said:
- "Emma, I really like you. Do I have a chance?
I almost choked at that moment, I was so surprised by his confession. And I nodded in agreement. After that, Max smiled happily and hugged me, and I thought that I finally had a boyfriend. Yes, my feelings are unclear right now, but he's not disgusted with me, he genuinely wants to get closer to me, he seems nice, so soon I'll be able to reciprocate🥰
It all started well, didn't it? But what could have gone wrong, do you think?
Today I saw a cute couple in a cafe. A guy and a girl were hugging, drinking coffee and eating cakes. But their conversation, which I happened to overhear, made me very sad...
The guy stroked the girl somewhere around her waist and said:
- Kate, you have to be careful with those brownies. Your waistline disappeared somewhere.
The girl blushed and lowered her eyes and he continued.
- You know, when we first started dating, you were so small and cute, and now you've gotten so huge.
By the way, the girl was perfectly normal!
I felt awful listening to that. I felt so sorry for her. I wanted to walk up to that guy and pour my coffee on his head😡 Plus, this whole scene brought back memories of my own relationships where I often heard things like this.
It was my first relationship. My first love. We dated for a year. And that year was the worst year of my life💔
I want to tell you about that time, to share my story. Of course, I broke up with that guy a long time ago and have no feelings for him, but this situation made me relive those feelings again. And it was horrible.
This is going to be a long story, for several posts😁 So, let's you and I give this story some sort of title. For example, "The Lesson My First Love Taught Me." That sounds very poetic🤔 And every few days I'll post a new installment. I think it'll be interesting.
The weather is getting better and better. Should we go on a date?😉
To be honest, I wouldn't mind a date on the street right now. A long walk somewhere in the park, coffee in a paper cup, warm rays of the spring sun... That would be great☕❤️🍃
Now I don't have enough time and energy to go to the gym, so I work out at home. I like it, but there is one problem: it is very difficult not to finish training early, because a soft cot and a refrigerator with food beckon😅
What is your favorite pose? I think all the poses are good😏
For example, when I'm wearing a skirt or a dress, it will be great to lift up my skirt and, pushing my panties aside, press a hot dick from behind to my pussy🍆😻 The doggy pose in this case will be very good😁
How do you like my new leggings?🖤 I had a long break from sports, so I decided to inspire myself to resume classes by buying beautiful clothes. When I look beautiful, then the mood to play sports appears🥰👉👈
Have you ever fondled yourself in front of a mirror?🙈 If not, I can advise you to do so, as looking at yourself while masturbating is pretty damn horny🥵
Very soon, girls in short skirts and light dresses will appear on the streets again🌸 I can't wait to take off all these warm clothes myself to enjoy the pleasant breeze and lightness (even if my skirt will sometimes shamelessly rise😅🙈)
