I’m flying in the air. Naked. I feel as my body is surrounded by very springy currents of warm air in which I’m flying. No, not flying – falling down. There are two behind my back: an instructor and a parachute worn on the instructor. All three of us are firmly connected to each other. If my instructor was naked, I could call our mutual pose as ‘fucking from the back’, as his penis now was very close to the entrance to my pussy. He wore trousers and pants but I felt him very good with the rest of my body – from the upper part of my buttocks to the scapula on my back and even a lower part of the head.

I wore only protective glasses to look at everything around evenly and had earplugs in my ear channels to prevent the roaring whistle of wind in the ears. This time I really thanked god that I had not too large boobs – between the first and the second size, as they were not blown up by the wind – the other escort girls Izmir who jumped together with me, the same naked (there were 4 of us), had bigger boobs and now they were blown by the wind inside of their bulkiness, making them look weird, as if a dome or, if you prefer so, a cupola.

Snowboard. It is a rare sports interest in our eskortlar Izmir community. So rare that only I do this type of sports. Other escorts in Izmir girls love other stuff – I don’t get involved and do not persuade anyone to join me as, basically, I don’t give a fuck who loves what. All I know is that I try to grab a snowboard as frequent as possible and find a snowy hill to feel a complete freedom. A freedom of motions and mind. A freedom from any judgment. A freedom from people.