My name is Bibiana, but my friends call me Bib, it's tacky I know, but it sounds sensual and I am all about sensuality.

My name is Bibiana, but my friends call me Bib, it's tacky I know, but it sounds sensual and I am all about sensuality. I am thirty-nine years old, I am one meter seventy tall, I have dyed chocolate-colored hair, cheeks flush with passion, green eyes like me, lips hungry for kisses, perfect measurements, and a happy, playful, and full of life personality. Lover of being single and of anyone who is willing to have a good time. I work organizing events, parties and celebrations, which allows me to meet very diverse people. I started this journal to commemorate my fortieth birthday, which will be in six months. The idea arose the day my friends found it implausible, even scandalous, that I had slept with so many men that I had lost count. Well yes, I'm promiscuous, so what? I like sex, men, I am single and very good looking. Anyway, I have decided to recapitulate in a kind of diary each and every one of the men who have passed through my life, there are also some women and that is where the first lover I had and the only one with whom I continue to have relationships frequently comes into play: me. I am not aware of the first orgasm I felt and I always say that when I was born I did not cry but rather I moaned when I felt my first orgasm. Since I was a child I really enjoyed sitting on a wooden rocking horse and moving slowly from one side to the other, rubbing the leather saddle with my sex: left, right, left, right, back and forth. Agitation took over me as I galloped until I felt an explosion and how my chirla, which was what my mother called it, throbbed. Over time the horse became too small and my grandfather made them to my size until I was twelve years old. Then I understood that there, between my legs, something special was happening and that I shouldn't share it with the adults. That's how I started to keep my relationship, with myself, private. During the first years I didn't dare touch my sex and I found ways to stimulate it: like friction with my legs, the corner of the mattress, the pressurized water from the shower and secretly using my last wooden horse, which, by the way, I still have and I have it in my bedroom to leave my clothes. When I turned sixteen, one night I looked at myself naked in front of my bedroom mirror. I had a lot of ass, little breasts and little waist as a girl, but I was curious to know how exactly the vagina worked, what it looked like and where the penis was supposed to enter. With a hand mirror I spent hours studying every fold, every nook and every curve, I ended up wet and excited until one day I found the magic button. I had never felt an orgasm like it and I was fascinated by how powerful something, seemingly insignificant, could be: the clitoris. Curiosity led me to read articles about the clitoris and the G-spot, I watched numerous porn movies and I became increasingly fascinated with that world of perversions that made me feel good, full of endless possibilities and with life ahead of me to try them all. My first forays into finding the G-spot were a bust, and in fact I didn't find it until I started having sex. Now that I know where it is and how to exploit it, I pay daily visits to the deep cave in which it lives, I delight in its touch as it swells and I bathe my fingers in its juices. Blessed are the fingers that make the world go around. What I like most about being my own lover is that no one knows better what I want and when I want it, I anticipate my desires and never disappoint the woman I have in my hands. The worst thing is that I cannot duplicate myself or have twice as many hands, that my arms would be more flexible to surround my body, that my lips would fill the entire skin with kisses, but what makes me most angry is that I will never be able to kiss my pubes, my tongue will not explore the depths of my insides, my palate will not taste the flows as they come out with each jolt of ecstasy, see my pussy from the front and tell it: you are mine, you are perfect and I am going to devour you. You can call me presumptuous and selfish, I say I'm fantastic. I believe that to be good at sex you have to start by loving yourself and thus transmit and share that love with others. Therefore, I can say that no one loves me more than me, that I am amazing at fucking and my first and best lover has a woman's name: Bib.