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My first great passion happened when I was ten years old, when I didn't even have body hair or a sense of what it would be like to take a Pair of Horns in a love relationship. It was at that time that I met Beth and Matheus, she was a girl two years older and he who, even with the stature of a dwarf, was eighteen years old. I, however, was nothing but a tremendous idiot who believed when the false friend spoke ill of the girl and I abused her. Hence, everyone must have already imagined what this idiocy yielded me, I got a foot in the ass and the little guy stayed with my girlfriend, although I don't understand what she saw in that. Through this disappointing experience I was able to learn that it is a huge mistake to place our trust in certain people without first evaluating their character. When passion suddenly arises, we are blind and unaware of the risks of surrender, this leads us to the emotional abyss. Beth, despite being only a child, already had a

My reaction was to accept that attitude of the tomboy of only seventeen. And I responded to the kisses and hugs. When I noticed my hard member, which throbbed wanting to get out of his underwear, she bends down. And, after putting it in view, he started to suck my penis very madly. I had never seen a woman perform oral sex on a man like that girl, who, even at a young age, showed intense knowledge in the field of sex. She moaned erotically as she swallowed my entire mast, the depth of her throat never seemed to end. Crazed with lust, I put her on all fours on the couch When I lifted her clothes I realized that she was naked, without panties, and her pussy was smooth, fleshy and with a clitoris so fleshy that I couldn't hold it, I fell into that delicious vagina and suckled on her for several minutes, making her moan even more with pleasure. Then I stuck the stick as hard as a stick. Varnished and with a huge head, red and very thick in that luscious hole of

It was delicious to hear her asking me to stick the stick to the eggs in her throat and splash the hot milk down there. Look, I'll be honest with you, if someone has never tried giving a little bitch a cum in the throat, they don't know the pleasure it can provide, I guarantee it is tastier than doing it in a pussy. My mind has always been tainted with the stain of sexual sin, since I was very young, I dedicated myself to thinking only about these things. I remember that when I was a child, I already took my sisters' classmates who visited our house.And I went much further, I ate my sisters too, they were naughty and still young started to give to the kids and offered me, they were older than me.  I am not to blame for having been born with a big dick and that with that the two sluts they wanted to fuck him. And that was it, they wished, asked and I stuck the hard stick in them. In my opinion there is no such thing as sin in this or that, everything is allowed.I

 A shy person who faces reality through his characters and uses his mouth to speak what he can never say to others face to face, eye to eye ... Out of cowardice or pure fear of not being understood by those who listen to me. We are authors like this, historians of hidden feelings, planted inside the hearts of others or sometimes in the most intimate of our being. Misunderstood. Few times respected as the people we really are. We only achieve recognition when we luckily write the right story or are inspired to create the masterpiece that makes the hearts of the most sensitive readers cry. I am like the silence of the nights, the serene blowing of the breezes and the persistent tinkling of the drops of water falling on the roofs in the winter afternoons. Nobody knows me, knows nothing about my great or little unhappiness. Of my joys or sorrows, victories or failures, because they only know my words made in small letters and with dark ink on any paper. I

After I realized the need for change and gave up the uncontrollable search for sex, I was definitely free from the evil desires that permeated my mind and let me see nothing but the immorality in which I lived in slavery. However, as a result of that, I also lost the desire to share my life with other people and I opted for solitude, I got used to living alone, with no one around.I learned to enjoy the silence and my ears were inflamed to the point that I could no longer bear the best noise, any noise is too uncomfortable to the point of causing headaches, even the slightest hum of an insect that flies near me is as if it were the thunder boom in winter times. Today, I am like the mole looking for darkness in the deepest layers of the earth. A tortoise or the snail inside its cocoon.I moved away from living with the outside world and started to be uncomfortable with the sound of voices that may be able to speak close to where I am. I have always been afraid of old ag

It seems to be a very old city, houses and buildings completely destroyed, deserted streets and nobody to ask any information about where this place is, so devastated. I don't know how I got here, I suddenly appeared as if by an inexplicable magic. Strong winds pass through me, coming from the North and the South, shaking my hair, which in this reality is quite long. I look very young, maybe twenty years old. I continue to stride towards a property that is located a short distance from where I am and as I approach.I realize that its walls are all covered with climbing plants, it is almost impossible to identify the masonry. Its wide doors, made in an old style, reminds me of the times of the ancient kings and emperors of the Middle Ages, everything indicates that I went back centuries ago in history. I turn around and observe, frightened, once again, what was before that and it is at this moment that I can see the sinister place where I ended up. It is dark, there is no sunl

Phew, it was just a dream! It was just the damn thing of a terrible nightmare I had while sleeping after a hard day, where I spent hours in front of the computer, writing so much nonsense. As soon as I open my eyes and jump out of the net of strings where I usually take my naps, I will now have something else in mind to think and try to understand. After all, what was the business of visiting the dead in another life? Perhaps you should consider the Spiritist Doctrine, when it states that there is a reincarnation of the human spirit, that after some time the soul is born again to live a new history on earth. Was the creator of this theory being true?Is it even possible that future generations will in fact be the same as they have existed in the world for several centuries? Well, I'm not the best person to say or not that question. However, I was the one on the other side, even for a few hours and through a dream or nightmare, so I can at least say that there is something ser

For a while I decided to get out of my hiding place and show my face more in the other compartments of the house, my children and even the neighborhood are surprised that I have appeared more often here, I need to be careful with these vacillations, nobody can know that I am going hunting for another skirt tail. The brunette didn't show up anymore and I became impatient, I was so disconcerted that I couldn't write a single line more in the chapter of the new work.And I who thought I was cured of my immense inclination by women with an air of naughtiness, that nothing, they still move me a lot and drag me to their feet as happens between a magnet and the iron. I sent a message to her and I am waiting uneasily for the answer, I asked if it would be possible for us to bring an idea, set up a meeting, wherever. I don't know, but something tells me that there will be a mood.I can even imagine what comments will be made about this, I'm going to buy a hell of a fight, but I