She tried to curb herself by not letting go and getting too big. The first time she came back, she started to post online, but it became too much. Her...fans wanted more and she felt compelled to push herself, and she had to leave. The second time, she managed to not post anything for a long time, and kept it secret, what she was doing. But eventually she let slip with her secret, and asked for men to send her tributes to inspire her.Eventually it all got too much, and she needed more. She needed. This was no 'when in Rome, do as the Romans' thing.I began to feel genuinely proud of the way I looked then I did one ofthose spins that women do when checking themselves out when they'retotally absorbed in the way they look. I pirouetted, while keeping myhead facing the mirror and glancing behind me, I noticed my roundedperfect pear-shaped ass and smiled.I felt completely self-satisfied to gaze at myself in the mirror atmyself, admiring my every feature and primping and posing with mybeautiful. I had a habit of keeping a diary and maintaining it every night before I could go to sleep. Seven days, Seven long days I was with Romi, the age of 18 is the most delicate age, In a guys life, because it is that time when he starts realizing what is stirring between his legs. And frankly speaking, for me it was even worse.My parents dropped me off at Romi’s Place on Sunday 25th August 2000, Romi was a divorced female, and stayed alone in a 2 bedroom apartment that she got after the divorce.. She caught a trace of his aftershave and was transported instantly back to their encounter last night. She blushed and was instantly furious with herself, fidgeting in her 3 inch stilettos. “Yes thank you, I did. I've brought your coffee." “Lovely! Thanks.” He noticed her blush and looked away so as not to make her feel any worse. She was grateful for this and took the opportunity to scuttle out of his office, but aware of him watching her as she left. Good job she wore her new skinny jeans.