The mirror reflected the sofa I had been sitting on a moment ago, the mirrors hanging on the walls, the ordinary me standing in front of the mirror and… the little boy next to me. It is not possible to describe my fear that I experienced at that moment. I can only say one thing: my legs buckled and, losing consciousness, I fell to the floor. I was about to fall into the abyss of insensibility, but at that moment the boy giggled barely audibly: this gave my consciousness absolute clarity, as if by someone's will I got up from the floor and looked intently into his eyes.
How many times a week do you and your husband sleep? I asked.
Of course I won't.
And how often do you turn off the light like that?
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This is a classic layman's view. Just don't be offended... Tantra is not the same at all. It's not just about sex at all. It's just that people are fixated on this issue, so they distort everything under their consciousness.
“Wow,” I thought, but I didn’t argue, so naked so naked ... And without clothes I went to the kitchen.
We froze for a moment, each listening to our own feelings ...
Hello, we are your new neighbors, we came to get acquainted. Let's sit at the table, have a glass of tea," suggested Galina Nikolaevna.