To not be accused in idle talk, I have asked some russian women to describe the imaginations of the erotic maintenance on a paper. And they are published, certainly, from their consent.
(Further it is not recommended to read to girls till 16 years and conservative on a warehouse of character to people!)
Love on a back seat of the machine
Ekaterina, 29 years: "My most favourite imagination when I in a smart red dress with a long cut up to hips stand at an entrance in any expensive hotel. In a hand a thin long cigarette. Men look at me with admiration, but I for them - inaccessible dream. Anybody and never will risk to approach to me because there is HE - my loved and unique the man which approaches on me in black Cadillac. To me open a door, and I sit in the machine. All around are burn with envy. We go to have supper in expensive restaurant, we drink expensive cognac. When both he and I already a slightly drunk, begin game: he tries to caress me under a table the leg, but I while am closed for him. During dance he wants to kiss me, but I dexterously turn aside, teasing him... At last, when we sit in the machine and the driver drives somewhere on wild speeds, he seizes me, roughly tearing to shreds a dress, is direct here - on a back seat of the machine. I give him myself. We are dissolved in each other..."
And the third let looks
Irina, 31 year: "To tell the truth, it is difficult for me to present something, but sometimes to me either dream, or such pictures or even situations are clearly represented, I do not know how to name, and me literally breaks off on a part from passion. When to me was 14 years, to us there has arrived the friend of the father, the master of sports on boxing. And somehow casually I have gone in bathing. The door was not closed. Uncle Sergey at this time took a shower. Then I, certainly, at once have run out, but after some years began to recollect that case in increasing frequency. As me has struck him a body of Apollo, faultless and very sexual. Each time when I recollect uncle Sergey in a bath, I am got from a half-turn. And still I somehow read the erotic novel "Whisper" about life of the prostitute. There was one stage which to me was remembered. I sometimes even dream to realize it. Two men "remove" the girl and when they retire three together to hotel number, one of men at once seizes the woman directly on a threshold, and another at this time simply observes of all this action. In my opinion, when on you someone looks the third during sex, it gives a certain acuteness to sensations..."
"The Basic instinct" under heel
Inga, 25 years: "Always dreamed be madam in a bedroom. To dominate and operate, supervise over the man. I present myself such stage. He lays on a floor, I stand above him and a heel of the shoe I hold at his neck. He can not even stir, hardly breathes. His sight asks for mercy. For one minute I let off him then to connect on a chair. In his eyes fear and desire. He is compelled to suffer everything because wants me. Slowly I fall on knees. My breast concerns his legs. He is ready to explosion... But I on the spot rise again and I force to follow my instructions. First he kisses my shoes, knees... For hair I drag him from myself. Entreaty and passion mix up in him. The moment has come to give him a gift. I attach his hands to back of bed and I sit on him astride, as in film "Basic Instinct"... Then he will sleep adhered till morning while I shall not allow him to leave..."
Canvas for the painter
Anzhelika, 20 years: "my most secret dream - becomes the mistress of the painter, his fatal woman. And that he has written my portrait, well as Leonard da Vinchi portrait of Jakonda. I present myself as I sit naked in his workshop, and he, such thoughtful, writes my portrait. I see, that my body attracts him. He thirsts for me. But before his lips to touch my body, his brush will make it. A soft brush. He will draw on me the masterpieces, tenderly deducing each stroke, each pattern on my hot body. I have some tickles, and at the same time I all am more excited, however as well as he. That time for other kind of art has come..."
And that the truth, lovely readers, we switch off the computers and run in a bed a march. To dream, as was found out we are able, the turn has come to embody the imaginations...