A chronicle or an erotic tale? Or is it a comedy? We were young and it's been a while. I know you think I'm young now but I'm about to turn twenty-eight. I felt young at eighteen and now I feel like a little lady in her nineties who likes to take care of plants. Liking girls was almost a revolution and I remember well how I was seen as an insurgent, simply because I liked pussy as much as you, my reader. I had a few boyfriends but what many here don't know is that I had a secret girlfriend too. We'd get together at nightfall, hiding. Obviously it wasn't all that secret but I liked how the guys found it exciting and it amazed me how the other girls found it disgusting. She had dark hair and white skin and was extremely sweet. Damn, how sweet she was. I remember the first time I fell flat on that perfection, I had so much lust and so much desire that it was hard to stop. I understand how you feel to see me with my legs apart because I felt exactly the same as seeing her, with no panties waiting for me. It was definitely a beautiful summer, I left her house with the taste of honey in my mouth and when alone I remembered and got very wet. But now I'm almost a little lady who grows plants and has a monotonous and boring sex life. I convinced my boyfriend to hire a blonde, tail, I never hooked up with a blonde. I know, it's almost a tragedy never to have hooked up with a blonde. He offered a lot of resistance, like I was going to abandon him and run away with the blonde. Do you think I would do that? The fact is that when this amazing night comes and the naughty is in lingerie in front of us I very much doubt he will complain lol Meanwhile I'm here remembering that summer and how delicious it was. You had to have seen it, oh how I wish you had seen it. #fetish Old photo- make no mistake. It's just that this photo is too good to keep, don't you think? It's practically a sin to leave it dead inside an abandoned folder.