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Paula F.

Age : 19
Partners had so far: 2 serious
Favorite sexual position: no special preferences
Sexual preferences: I still have a lot to discover in sex, I achieve better results alone :), I am more attracted to sensuous side of it rather than physical – and that all you guys need! :)
In a relationships now? no

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FIRST EROTIC SENSATIONS

- When did you first experience a sensation you would describe as ‘erotic’ or ‘sexual’? Under what circumstances? How did you feel? What did you think of it? How did you react to it – enjoyed, were frightened, embarrassed, or…? Has the event influenced yo

The first really sexual sensation I can recall, I experienced at my high school years. On my way to school and back I had to pass by a small city pond. On my way back I would quite often stay by the water – to feed the ducks, to watch men fishing or just to sit in the sun on the bench after classes.

Also, that pond was interesting, because quite often local painters gathered there, painting landscapes. If they did not mind, I watched them working. Once I came up to one of those artists and saw an unusual painting. He was not just painting the pond from life. On his painting there was a rather gloomy but very beautiful forest landscape with tall spruces and he sort of ‘drew in’ the little pond into his picture. It was a remarkably romantic painting.
I complimented his work and he allowed me to stay by and watch. The artist turned out to be a good-natured guy and from time to time he would even exchange friendly but a little ironic remarks with me, although he was very much absorbed in his work. Having finished with the landscape he cast a bantering glance at me and began to draw a human figure.

In a few minutes I blushed, because it took shape of a naked woman. There was something indecent in the fact that a man was drawing a naked woman right before my eyes, but… I could not take my eyes off the picture, it was so beautiful. The bather on the picture was stark naked, but there was not a shade of shyness or embarrassment in her. She was not hiding a single detail of her beautiful body, on the contrary, she looked as if exhibiting herself for everyone to see.For me, who had been brought up in a very strict way, not to be ashamed of own nudity was something unthinkable of, I had always thought with awe of someone possibly seeing me naked. But in that woman there was some sort of inner strength and confidence that I doubted my fears for the first time and even… imagined myself in her place.
That thought of myself standing alone, naked, in a dense forest on the lake shore and boldly showing off my nudity made me feel hot and cold. The artist went on talking to me in a matter of fact way. And I was already hardly capable of answering him at that point – I was afraid that I could loose my trembling voice any minute.

He probably understood what was going on with me and had his fun quietly. He started casting his attentive and sly glances at me more often. Having finished with the first figure he proceeded with the second one. It was a young girl. She was naked too, only, unlike the first bather, she was apparently shy of her nudity. She was not covering her young breasts, nor her pubis covered with scarce hair, but it seemed that if a tree branch had crackled in the forest, she would cover herself immediately, flee and hide. I felt something very familiar in that figure…
When the artist began to add details to her face, with each stroke it became more obvious that it… WAS ME!!! I was so much indignant with his insolence and ready to evaporate from the face of earth with shame, but could not help watching it… My eyes were attracted as if by magnet to the canvas where the artist (a man!) was undressing me leaving naked for all to see with undue familiarity! And – believe it or not – he guessed all the intimate details of my build very closely!
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