Hello everybody. I am glad that you liked my stories so far. I have been reading sex stories online since, well I can’t really remember an exact date, but I think it must be sometime before I turned 20. I thought it was about time that I started contributing to this varicolored sea of fantasies that is floating around our world wide web. I am not an English native speaker, so that is why I am really happy that my writing in this foreign language seems to be this well received.

It took me some time to dare sharing these daydreams of mine and posting those online. The last year during this whole Covid situation has brought some major changes in my personal life and finally gave me the courage to do so. This is the story I want to share with you now. I naturally changed the names of all affected people (except for my real first name which is quite common here in good old Germany) because I do not want to cause trouble for anyone involved.

But I am rushing ahead of myself ( as I often do). Introductions are in order. I am Jennifer (who hates to be called Jenny, by the way) and I grew up in a remote town in South Germany, Bavaria, to be more specific. My childhood there was boring and uneventful. I was this one plain girl which you would see on the school photo and could not quite remember her name. Today its fair to say that my life only really began when I moved to Berlin (for me it is the best city on planet earth) to start my Korean studies in the early years of the new Millenium.

My mother comes from Thailand and her closer family lives in a small village near Nong Khai, which is situated in the north eastern part of the country. I don’t have any close ties to my mothers family. Last time we visited them it must have been around the late 90s. The only person who sticks out in my memory is my grandmother whom I could not talk with since she only spoke Thai, which I unfortunately never learned. Nevertheless, I remember her chatting endlessly while playing with me and we had some kind of understanding through the universal language of kindness.

My father is from Russia, a Russlanddeutscher, as we call it here in Germany. This means people who live in Russia with a historic German background from before the 20th century. Those people have an easier time applying for citizenship and the bulk migrated from Russia to Germany after the collapse of the Soviet Union. He came much earlier, together with his family in the late 70s.

When I was younger it had always been a mystery to me how my parents had met. My mother told me something about a pen friendship when I was a teenager and I didn’t dig any deeper back then. I always knew unknowingly that this was something that should not be talked about. Of course as the adult woman I am today I know it was the old story of a poor girl from a 3rd world country who sold the only two things she had to escape from miserable poverty: good looks and obedience.

But let’s not dive too deep into those unpleasant family issues today. I wanted to tell you about the thing that happened earlier this year which really changed my life for the better.

To understand what my existence was like before March of 2020 I need to address the one embarrassing thing which separated me from all my friends and, well, pretty much everyone in my age group.