From childhood

[|_rarely_|]

The whole breakfast went outside.

This is certainly pathetic. I ate, I ate, I tried....

[Shompol34]

ya.prosto, A "Churban" nationality - what is this?

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When I was in Paris, I went to the Tuileries Garden. There, between the garden and the Louvre, right behind the Carrousel arch, near the sculpture “Night,” there are figured trellises of bushes the height of a man. A meeting place for gays.
They gather there in pairs only late in the evening, but during the day there is no one there and you can safely pee. I went into this lair to take a leak and was surprised - the ground between the bushes was covered with used condoms and their paper packaging! The impression is as if you are walking on a carpet!

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I went into this lair to take a leak and was surprised - the ground between the bushes was covered with used condoms

The meeting of two cultures took place

[Shompol34]

|_retko_|, What does this have to do with the meeting of cultures? What do you mean?

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The girl spoke about a case of observing gay men having sex at her favorite vacation spot. I talked about what I saw on this topic... What does culture have to do with it?

[Keep the change for yourself]

As a child, we went to peep from the garages at the backyard of a public women’s bathhouse.
This was the first cringe that I got from watching naked living women. I didn’t go anymore.

Under the windows of the five-story building they found a stick (a piece of a handle) with a rag wrapped around it and a condom on top - they played with it in chikhanki, but not for long.

When I was in the hospital at about 11-12 years old, a doctor came in in the morning to do an examination, and I had morning boner and she was staring at my shorts, and it pissed me off.

And also.. .

One day somehow...

And then...

And the worst. ..

And from the romance there was this...

I remember once we...

And finally...

[The passage]

And here’s what you had from romance..

Very interesting, what kind of romance did you have?)))

[Keep the change for yourself]

And this is what you had from romance..

Very interesting, what kind of romance did you have?)))

A lot of things... But this is strictly confidential information...
In general, being a kind, good and sympathetic romantic is very good. Only good for those who have it)

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What does this have to do with the meeting of cultures? What do you mean?

One culture climbed into the bushes in the city to piss, another culture fucks in the bushes and throws condoms here. Is that clearer?

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And we once peeked into the women’s bathhouse. At the back there was a window into the steam room; you could climb onto some kind of ventilation duct and look out. It was hard to see, the aunts were there in pairs, but you could still see something. Well, apparently some watchman burned us down. The boys rushed into the loose area (there were three of us), but he managed to grab me by the collar, I didn’t have time to rush into the loose area. He dragged them into the bathhouse, there were women coming out of the women’s section, and he allegedly spied on them. They laugh, but why is it interesting? So let’s go and have a look and he drags me into the women’s section and into the locker room. Well, the women there, of course, covered themselves with towels, and they said to me: “Well, you wanted to get here, come on, look, you’re brave.” Fuck, I thought I was going to fucking fall through the floor. I was 10 years old. He pulled his head into his shoulders up to his ears. And they all scoff, like, what are you doing, come in, let’s call your mother, etc. They let me go, I was stuck in a traffic jam, for some reason I felt such shame that I swore off ever peeking anywhere again.

[The passage]

And we once peeked into the women’s bathhouse. At the back there was a window into the steam room; you could climb onto some kind of ventilation duct and look out. It was hard to see, the aunts were there in pairs, but you could still see something. Well, apparently some watchman burned us down. The boys rushed into the loose area (there were three of us), but he managed to grab me by the collar, I didn’t have time to rush into the loose area. He dragged them into the bathhouse, there were women coming out of the women’s section, and he allegedly spied on them. They laugh, but why is it interesting? So let’s go and have a look and he drags me into the women’s section and into the locker room. Well, the women there, of course, covered themselves with towels, and they said to me: “Well, you wanted to get here, come on, look, you’re brave.” Fuck, I thought I was going to fail. through the floor. I was 10 years old. He pulled his head into his shoulders up to his ears. And they all scoff, like, what are you doing, come in, let’s call your mother, etc. They let me go, I was stuck there, for some reason I felt such shame that I swore off ever peeking anywhere again.

))) Did you tell your friends that you were taken to the women’s locker room? Were they jealous of you?)))

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And we once peeked into the women’s bathhouse. At the back there was a window into the steam room; you could climb onto some kind of ventilation duct and look out. It was hard to see, the aunts were there in pairs, but you could still see something. Well, apparently some watchman burned us down. The boys rushed into the loose area (there were three of us), but he managed to grab me by the collar, I didn’t have time to rush into the loose area. He dragged them into the bathhouse, there were women coming out of the women’s section, and he allegedly spied on them. They laugh, but why is it interesting? So let’s go and have a look and he drags me into the women’s section and into the locker room. Well, the women there, of course, covered themselves with towels, and they said to me: “Well, you wanted to get here, come on, look, you’re brave.” Fuck, I thought I was going to fail. through the floor. I was 10 years old. He pulled his head into his shoulders up to his ears. And they all scoff, like, what are you doing, come in, let’s call your mother, etc. They let me go, I was stuck there, for some reason I felt such shame that I swore off ever peeking anywhere again.

))) Did you tell your friends that you were taken to the women’s locker room? Were they jealous of you?)))

Here, by the way, is a reasonable question. It’s immediately obvious that the specialist is asking))) No, he didn’t tell. I was ashamed. He said that they had just led into the corridor of the bathhouse and there the aunts threatened to call my mother. And for some reason I was very scared to tell the story that they dragged me into the locker room. Or how is it right now... kr... dr... kryzh... ahh krinzh, in
Although he was a fool. I had to tell and say that the aunts were naked, walked in front of me there, forced me to look at them, pulled me by the pussy. But then I didn’t read this forum and therefore didn’t guess

[Aion2012Dead]

From childhood.
Relationship with my younger sister.
Ordinary games of undressing. But alas, it didn’t go any further. The maximum is a joint shower, where both were naked with each other.
But even then, she adopted the paradigm, the public opinion, that such things are a perversion, and she tried her best to be normal!
Well in her understanding, this is not to be a pervert.
She herself recently admitted to me that she goes to a psychologist, like our communication with her is traumatic for her.
Having heard this, I brought it all down to understanding, although My soul was so fucked up!!
I really don’t understand what her trauma is???
I didn’t rape her, I never forced her, but she turns out to be traumatized!
At the same time, for some reason I am myself I feel offended because it was she who betrayed our childhood relationship....

[Shompol34]

|_retko_|, How can I understand! I’m uncultured, not like you... But pissing in Paris is CULTURALLY not easy! There are no public toilets as we understand them.
You can only take a CULTURAL cast in a cafe or restaurant, and to do this you need to order something and then go to the toilet, otherwise they won’t let you in. And when the urge comes, you’ll piss wherever you have to!

[Keep the change for yourself]

Aion2012Dead, it’s time to score and move on with your life, and not procrastinate It’s in your head, you shouldn’t live in the past.

[|_rarely_|]

|_retko_|, Yes, where I understand! I’m uncultured, not like you... But pissing in Paris is CULTURALLY not easy! There are no public toilets as we understand them.
You can only take a CULTURAL cast in a cafe or restaurant, and to do this you need to order something and then go to the toilet, otherwise they won’t let you in. And when the urge comes, you’ll piss wherever you have to!

Are the women there also pissing in the bushes? They need it more often. So Paris is a city of people pissing in the bushes? I didn’t notice anything like that there.

[rasaroam]

As a child, I had virtually no erotic or sexual episodes. Well, there is practically nothing to remember from real events...
(when at the age of 7-8 the boys in the yard tried to blow each other for fun - doesn’t count).

I kept all my experiences about this to myself and fantasized wildly.
Maybe that’s why, to this day, fantasies mean much more to me than what happens in real life

[Shompol34]

|_retko_|, Отъебись, а?

[|_rarely_|]

|_retko_|, Fuck off, and ?

Oh, culture!
That’s it, fuck off.

[Anonym9]

since my parents beat both my sister and me, we really played with her, but my sister’s games were tough. in our time, my sister and my parents would have been imprisoned for bullying, but I forgave her.

the older sister had to keep an eye on me. and it turned out that if I messed up, she would get it until a certain age, and I had to watch. I was restless and often dropped mugs and cups, and then the belt hit him on his bare bottom. This infuriated her and she spoke out once. Then they told her that it’s your responsibility, come up with something to calm her down, the color is green.

my sister was 8 years older, she once again got her ass for my mistakes. parents went out on business for the whole day. She started hitting me on the cheek and butt, I asked him to stop. she said on one condition that she would call her friend and I would do whatever she said. she made me strip naked and tried on a dress. I called my friend and I heard that she asked me to grab something. A friend came and said that you seemed to have a brother. she said - not little sister. We started playing at being our mother’s daughter. I was supposed to be a sick child who had to be looked after. According to the script, it was as if we came to the doctor, her friend. she lifted the hem of her dress, examined her testicles and pussy, and picked her butt with a stick. then they started sticking pencils in my butt. climbed in alone - I burst into tears. then her friend bent me over, and my sister started whipping me with a belt. I also hit a pencil that was in my butt. he fell out, she grabbed the nettle and began to whip it in all places - ass, anus, pussy, I already shit myself that she was more enraged. but my friend grabbed me and took me to the bathroom and washed me. then she lubricated me with ointment. when the parents came, they saw the picture and said that if it didn’t help, they would lie and flog her harder, either with nettles or twigs. It helped for a couple of months. but the injury will last for a long time, I say calmly. psychologists helped, it’s better to solve questions with them.

so take care of your children, and if you have problems with your head, it’s better not to have them.