Vieux Magasine du grenier chez ma tante.

 Why were those old magazines in my aunt's attic?

It did not correspond at all to his strict life?

Yup, I made nasty stains on the photos...

I'm still ashamed!

Son devoir chrétien.

 My mom raised me alone.

It certainly wasn't easy for her.

Yes discipline was required!

She was often on the move.

I was often with my aunt and her daughters.

I was a bit of a toy for my cousins.... :-(

 I always looked at motorcycles with a great desire to own one.

One day stopping me to look at it in detail, 

My Mom pulled me by the sleeve to get away from it, and said to me,

"Don't dream, these machines aren't for little boys like you! "...

High enough for passers-by to hear...

I was liquefied!!!

I have never looked at a motorcycle in his presence again!

 

                                          Yes, my Mom raised me alone.

                            And Ouch! his discipline was uncompromising!

                                                Dream.

Am in my fifties now, and still a virgin... Yeah nature hasn't really spoiled me sexually.

But I remember that in my teenage dreams, I seduced the most beautiful girls in my class (in my dreams, huh!).

I even managed to have them in my bed! (In my dreams huh!).

But at the last moment, just when I was finally going to manage to penetrate her... (In my dream, huh!), I woke up sweating and couldn't go back to sleep to continue my dream!!!

This dream has pursued me throughout my life! Even in dreams I never managed to get a sexual relationship!

Emma Watson

Oui elle porte fièrement la clé aussi!

Yes she proudly wears the key too!

                         Just Proud, Free and inaccessible!

 I certainly do not forget Betty Page!

But there's Emma Watson Who haunts my mind too!

 Betty ... my first sexual feelings! 💗

I look more than his face.

Out of respect for her!

My little caged bird stays very soft... 😱

 Grown up... finally getting old without more, :-(. I haven't stopped admiring Betty Page.

Yes I cried the day he died!

 

Often did that, Until the days when my Mum came back... She had forgotten a few things...!

When she surprised me... She started laughing? It is resumed giggling anyway!

Made me take off all the underwear I had on.

I was red with shame!

She made me come on her lap and spanked me until I cried!

Then put me in front of her, hand on head.

And said to me:

"I didn't punish you for putting on my underwear, but because going through my drawers is violating my privacy!".

After that:

"And it's been a long time since I've seen you naked... I understand better why you like girls' clothes... Sad to tell you that, but it's very little to put in underpants. boys...!"

I started crying again!

"I'm going to buy you some girls' panties, that'll suit you better, won't it?

I think I turned scarlet! If only I could do it even more with my flowing tears and my sobs!

Mom no! (sob), Not girls panties! (sob), at school for sports they will make fun of me even more... (sob).

"MMhh," "Even more" "Yes I understand why"

I lowered my head and eyes of shame that she understood!

"Be it, Not for sports days, But for the other days yes! And so that you don't search my drawers anymore I'll lock my room! OK?"

Reassured, I said 'Oui Maman'.

"But for the weekends, I'm going to buy you the complete outfit"

"This will be your punishment"