You know Maria was my bestfriend. I somewhere felt that it was only her, who can understand me, my fantasies better. I guess she did too. Maria was one of those reasons that I indulge into the whirl of sex and fantasies. I somewhere wanted to place myself at her position, I wanted to feel how exactly she might have felt. She's right, it felt miserably solitude. I can never do what she did, even though I share common fantasies with her. Yes, our interests were completely different. I was more practical than her and maybe 'cause of that reason I'm not as much as in miserable as Maria is. I'm more smart than she's.
She's a dark bonnie lass of Brazil, a sambha artist, a prostitute. The fact that, even though she was unable to utter her designation, she never judged herself, instead, she find out the reasons why men visit brothels only to spend an illegitimate 11 minute's pleasure betraying their long -lived beloved legal relationships - she decided to give her best professional pleasure. And she was a success. She turned out to be a feeble baroness one can never decline. And became a rich, but she can't share her source of income.
I am no kind of Maria professionally, but I have her fantasies, her desires for love, her concepts for learning the mental pleasures and desires. She's strong, she's ambitious , she's an enigmatic pleasure of men's wanton desires. Her designation was a negative idology of the society, but she wasn't. She's as normal as any other girl of her age!! And she's always my bestfriend.