I grew up in a small country, at a time when it was hit hardest by wars and ongoing economic crash. Like many other people of my age, we were basically stopped in tracks. We didn't get to grow up and mature in every way like normal teenagers would do – instead, we turned on “survival” mode and escaped from reality. Instead of doing all the things teenagers were supposed to do, I was buried in work and studies in order to help my family, and I had never had any time for myself. When the time came to experience sex, I tried it because I wanted to see what all the fuss about it was. But I didn’t feel the neediness or had the sexual drive. Sex for me, at that time, was a necessary “evil” to stay in relationship. Don’t have to say that I didn't really enjoy it. Also, I knew nothing about it nor wanted to learn about my sexuality. Only when I met my husband, I finally figured out who am I sexually, what turns me on, what I like and what brings me to multiple orgasms. He is, I believe, the most patient person, especially as it took me a good 10+ years to step out of boundaries, implemented moral limits by my parents, and finally to mature sexually. Now I know what I want, how I want it, how to enjoy it and to give pleasure. I even started fantasizing about it. I learned something about myself that I categorically denied just a few years ago. I was finally free. I also learned that I feel excited or even freed when I put some of my fantasies on paper. And after a while, I realized that I would like to share them with other people. That is how my stories were born. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. With love, A.
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