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In the childhood I was "boy", ran with boys, swarmed up trees, on building site. Even asked my parents to buy me a water gun as New Year present.
Since 12 years i have been interesting in boys. And not simple interesting, but play game: " how many? ". The process of "fishing" (for men) involved me most of all, a bait, a hook, ate bait, got on a hook, game in adults. Then I threw out "fish" and caught another one. And sometimes, deserted several tackles)
I always established the rules. Always achieved desirable man, but quickly grew cold to him.
Till 20 years I kept innocence. There were firm believes, that the first the man, should be the husband. That the first time, should be special. And then weighed all pro and contra and... though false, I weigh nothing, just..., I just have found the LOVE.
In 18 years, I met him. The man of my dream. Fallen in love, grew fond, flied, suffered. It was (is) a fairy tale. The true fairy tale which is given not to all.
Nowadays the club life is my elements. I am self-confident, vainglorious, independent, optimistical, receive what I want)
P.S. Two persons live in me, shit and the small, naive girl, only I don't show the second to all.
I never allowed somebody to use me and I learned to READ people.
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