Hello, my dear boy-zajchyk! Write thee thy Katenochek. You asked me to tell some facts of my sexual biographies. So, listen. As I lost virginity. It was so long ago, seems in school, grade 6 - th or 7 - th. My favorite was then girlfriend - Vik. She first enlighten me about sex and how there are children. I liked madly. Then Vik said that it appeared the guy (the Georgians), which deprived her virginity, and that it was unforgettable, and that it is now regularly ETIM. Bunnyteen - the red boots. Yet she said that Georgians - the most passionate guys and they all do it better. I asked her to introduce me to someone to follow suit. And once on a Sunday day we dressed short skirts (then still very popular condemned), generally dressed as a possible sexual and went to the clothing market.

The candidate found quickly. He led us to the warehouse, in some cars, ugostil wine and fruit. Then we Levanom leaving for bulkhead and there, at the heap of packages and boxes, for the first time I learned this pleasure. It was a bit painful at first, and the blood was a little bit, but still, it was unforgettable. That moment, when he first entered me deeply, left for me luchezarnym and most enjoyable moment in life. I will always remember him. I ran out almost immediately, but he was such a tireless and granted me somewhere 5-6 times.

I could not swamped me opomnitsya of sensations and forgot about everything. Then when I got a little bruising and happy, Vika hinted me that I too loudly shouting and could cause public attention, but I do not even remember, I have not noticed this abundance of pleasures. But I repeat it failed: Levan where something suddenly disappeared. Then I had two unsuccessful experiences. Now even amusing to me. In a preview of times I privacy with my classmates, who sympathizers, and invited to do so, saying that I already have the experience. He sedition and answered that have not yet matured as a man, and probably nothing I can do.

Then I showed him pisku potorgat and asked her, but he escaped. Here is a shy boy caught. A second time I decided to find her beau posolidnee. Once we were on Vikoy birthday of one classmates. She told me that the boy is older brother, and that the brother enjoys rock music and goes to concerts and party, and therefore must be very experience in sexual affairs. I very much hoped to get acquainted with this brother. And so, in the midst of the celebration was a brother, but he immediately went to his room and locked there. This waswith us Vikoy just on hand.

We agreed that it postoit at shuhere, and I'll go into the room to a young person. So did. First, he willingly became acquainted with me, we have nice conversations. I became ask him about music, although nothing in itself is not understood. But the answers I skipped past the ears, razglyadyvaya very young man. He was a very even nothing. But the beauty of it was some napyschennaya too cold. I asked him whether the girl. He replied that it was not. Then I asked to tape a group, he became a cassette go, and I am at this time skinula dress and behind on the sofa, legs wide raskinuv. I was totally bare under the dress, as previously withdrew clothes in a toilet.

I was hoping that his zavlech. He turned around, looked at me and dumbfounded. Gaybeef - house footwear. He even had the cassette of the hands. I invited him to do with love. It is something probormotal inaudibility and the person he has become very strange. Then he useful in a cupboard. I thought that he was looking for a condom. But it up a belt and strongly hlestnul me right between the legs. Called whores and drove. Pia all burned from the attack, it was very insulting. Well even that nobody saw. I was the first time in the life called whores. Then I became more carefully choose sexual partners.

The first regular lover appeared only when I studied at 9 - m. This was at the dacha. We climb to the attic (to hide from the ancestors), and there he can liked me. The truth is, to me, he quickly tired because did not want eksperementirovat and loved me all the time in the same posture. That was boring. And in addition it does not prevent me and very jealous of all. Eventually, I zaletela. Had to have an abortion. And this asshole still half a year later I had, because the view that likes me. To otvyazatsya, I had to take any actions not very honest. For example, I disgraced in front of his friends and ancestors. But he did not unimalsya and told him that I need one. Threw Institute, went to work, opened his own business, bought an apartment, car, and announced sometime next year, said that waited for me that made all this for me and still very fond of me. I was not able to refrain from KeE¾marok luxury and commend him again.

The owner was neutomim. Wine, low passion and unlimited power over slaves betrayed him all the new force. I was already anyway, I no longer feel ashamed, almost did not feel pain, I moved to its limit and another and even felt that something like fun. That I finally lost, I just stonal. The owner, finally, to tire. Furthermore, my indifference to abuse him not to proceed. We both fallen asleep on the floor, feet resting on my master on the back. Well, I finished my story, it must be attributed his master faster, but then I got punished. Milkmanbook - house footwear. 10. I sitting on the shore and look at the Gulf of cold water.

There, behind him, very far, my birthplace. Round-trip yesterday left at the Military Giant Vikings. My boss also went to march with the warriors. Now I often come here. The owner of a hike, and do not have anybody before me affairs. I can not unstick view of the horizon, and this longing. Feel myself devastation. As if ally everything that was inside, I just threw. Couple of weeks ago, the owner suddenly banned all servants to talk with me. I also was forbidden to contact anyone in the house or outside it. As if I was buried alive - terrifying feeling. For me, it is better to let the strike, but remain in full emptiness worse than death.

As the gentleman, the only thing left to me, it is to serve his comfort. And I am doing all that he requires. Orders to wear women's dress - wear. Orders to stand in front of him and his friends naked on his knees and sing songs in Berber - sing. Orders to flee for his horse hunting and substitute back as a support when the landowner go land - and it is executable. How would badly hurt and I was not, but none more than me, do not touch, did not speak with me. I can not make this. The owner is trying to accustom me that the pain is always coupled with satisfaction.

Wants, so I asked myself tortures me. Such malware. Yes, I - nichtozhestvo. I have no excuses and no forgiveness. And I have no hope for happiness. Gaybeef - house footwear. After having done that with me, I do not even have the right thoughts desecrate the name of Hildegard. The longer look at bay, so clearly understood that I do. I steal a boat, and if I got caught, then this time I did help his death. Nothing holds more than me. Which cold wind. Although, I have already accustomed. And his blow facilitates nagging pain that I sometimes delivers scar. Whether that will - I will do so.

I suddenly turns, because the whole skin feel someone else's presence. And again, which tsepeneyu again, this Hildegard. It is so close, with fur on the shoulders Camcorder, and neotryvno looking at me. Finally, opomnivshis, I bow his head, and yet she did not see my face, zazhmurivayu eyes and teeth compresses. How can I remove from the heart of this love, which is now more than ever crime? It seems easier to lift the heart. I will try, it is not, I will do: Why is it silent? Hildegard carefully razglyadyvaet me, and her divine person as always sift never know what she feels. Madam, hoist eyebrows, looking at my feet and dirty with the subjects looked into my eyes.

- The owner told me to walk barefoot - I silly smiling and shift from one foot to another with their feet on the leg. I do not know what to do, where to hide their eyes, hands, pylayuschie cheeks. - Yes your boss you just crumble mercy. There is, what it does? It suits me very close, I see a tiny birthmark on her temple, feel the aroma of her milk skin. I compared it with almost black. Hildegard extend their hand and almost imperceptible holds fingers on the scars on my face. It's like the wind, pain passes.

I almost can not breathe, but the astonishment stronger. - Otherwise you do not touch me, Madam? What is this? Krasneyut Her eyes slightly, it zakusyvaet lips. This show makes an impression on me that I am doing: in general, what I do. I take it, already deployed and ready to leave, for the shoulders and tightly embrace. Yes this is true. This was the happiest minute of my life. I can not express what felt my language disproportionately poor, but the meaning and justification of my entire existence in a minute. In short, I looked at the girl removes already different eyes, and was already just another person.

It is as if I gave everything that can give a woman, I completely reborn. And I was svoboden.11. This is my last record. I am writing again arabitsey because my actions again directs my own will. I returned to Libya to my family, which has long mourn my death. In something they were right. year captivity changed me so that I feel as if I live another life. To me has changed everything from addiction and understanding of the world before the eye color of blue, they become dark purple. Even more do not want to participate in wars. Maybe it will, but something does not give me now as easy to take others' lives.

Becoming a writer or something? Kidding, of course. I have now no slaves, servants, I cry money. Though I have never treated them badly, now did not even try to raise a voice. I'm married, and soon we will have first-born. Even more recently, and I could not imagine that my wife will not call Hildegard, but God will always be stronger human. Hildegard said that will marry Freya, and I do not even died while. She helped me escape, gave my manuscript, which was a master. I want you were happy. I am giving you nothing, except freedom, but everythi ng else you have. You do not deserve what you dooms Frey. Actually, she banishing me. From what happened with me on my left these records and marks on the body, as evidence that it actually was. I just want to say everything that is happening to us, gives us a chance to become better and stronger if we accept the will of God with an open heart. Iskander Al-Shafei.