This is the third part of my story with lush. I want to take you on a journey deep into raw sexuality within a relationship of cultural differences, problems, and desires. I wanted to write about this for many years now. Let me share my secret with you how it went, as I, the ugly lonely guy, finally found a good woman in his life that was real, unfortunately, located on the other side of the earth – but I followed her cal...

I confess. I’m shy. I’m insecure about myself and others. As a teenager, I was ugly, with my pale white skin. I had long natural red hair that I used to soak in product to make it look darker. My face was covered with acne, my big ears too huge for the rest of my head and I had about thirty pounds too much on my hips. I was nineteen when I kissed a drunken girl for the first time. By the age of twenty-one, I couldn’t wait...

This is my confession number one. When it happened, I was much younger – probably twenty-three years old. I always considered myself an outsider, social gatherings make me feel uneasy. I still remember my first crush in middle school. I couldn’t express any feelings or emotions to that girl in my class, the one I felt for. I knew I had no chance; she was the outgoing “slutty” teenager that dressed more provocatively than...