Dear L, It happened. I did it. I went out. For the first time. And now, of course, you're wondering what it was like, but you already know that. I want to be honest with you, L, it wasn't easy. I enjoyed it, but not to the fullest, not every second. There was also fear … Continue reading My first time out
14 years. I’m quite certain that I was 14 when I first discovered the pleasure of a skirt. What I don't remember is how it started, or why I did it, but at one point I took the skirt out of my sister's closet, and my heart started beating faster. Because I knew what I … Continue reading My first skirt
Dear Louise, How are you doing? I don't have to ask. Because I already know. I also know that this letter is no surprise to you. You read it already when I wrote it. You told me you're looking forward to next week. That' s when you go out for the first time, and I … Continue reading A special letter
Last weekend. We sat at the table, at dinner. The boys, my dearest, and I. The daughter was still in the dormitory. At a certain point, we were talking about everyone's special qualities, including the negative ones. We were allowed to give our opinion unvarnished (our family's trademark: lack of varnish). It was my turn. … Continue reading She said it.