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 strong flaw in her character and made that very clear by letting herself be carried away by my opponent's selfish accusations. In love, as well as in all kinds of relationships in life, there is dispute. Someone close is always willing to take his place in the heart of the loved one. The abandonment by childhood passion brought me maturity for the future amorous mismatches that would appear in adolescence.

 Youth and middle age, where I am now. After a certain age we seem to suffer from emotional amnesia and we begin to doubt that the loving bond between two children can leave deep marks on them, whether positive or negative, after reaching adulthood, even if we have experienced this type of experience.

 Which is a very serious mistake, because boys and girls can fall in love and suffer for love like any of us, even in their own childlike way and surrounded by a fantasy that an adult can never understand. For example, I was so marked by the disappointment of having been replaced by my opponent that I began to have no confidence in women. To complete the mistake of persisting in the search for other romantic relationships with girls my age.

 Since I was a kid, I was a romantic person and inclined to want to live great passions. While the other boys chased a ball, I wandered the squares of my city looking for girls to conquer. And I must confess that I was quite successful in this search, because I won many girls and dated a lot, however, as a consequence I also suffered a lot.

I met someone who fell in love with me to the point of doing anything crazy not to get lost and I valued little. Other times it was me who fell on all fours and they turned my back on me or snubbed as much as they wanted. In both cases, I cried and at the same time smiled, I was sad, I had fun. In my opinion, this is what it means to live fully, to enjoy every second of this brief life, after all it comes and goes at the speed of light, too fast.

My type of women, have always been those with lighter skin, preferably with green, blue or honey-colored eyes. I don't consider myself racist, despite having characteristic traits, but I admit to being an extreme fan of the most highlighted, most colorful colors.

I love photographs and different types of images, even if I am not a photographer or a professional painter, however I hate those made in black and white, even when used to portray the past. I think we should love what is current.

 Since we live in the modernity of this present century, therefore, how about exposing the beauty that only the color brings us from our realities. Beauty, however, is sometimes expensive and the price to be paid most of the time bleeds the chest of those who venture to desire it. So, what could have happened to me if not a tragic end in wanting to have them all for me? Of course, over the years and with a more mature mind, I changed the way I act and think.

 Now select new loves and friendships by the weight of the character and not by the lightness of the physical appearance. Beth was beautiful, with thick legs, voluminous, curly and long hair that went down to the fleshy and desirable buttocks. All that appearance made her a demigod that made the kids in the neighborhood hallucinate and like everyone else I was hot for her. It turns out that the ugly, rickety and unsightly kid was lucky.

He who managed to hook the beautiful girl who used to parade every morning towards school. I lived with my parents and brothers in a house located on the side of a highway, after a big curve and at the entrance to the city, it was much more distant and there was no way to go downtown without being noticed. After she kicked me in the ass, it became routine for me to wake up early in the morning to see her pass.

 For I wish I could admire its stunning beauty even at a distance. But I confess that it hurt to see her hand in hand with that traitor, it was a terrible time for me until I met Ana Lucia, my second great passion. I didn't suffer any disappointment with her, but we also never dated, I didn't even have the opportunity to give her a hug. It turns out that the beautiful brown-eyed girl who lived just behind the passenger terminal was almost inaccessible.

Especially for a skinny boy, who admired her in silence, like me. She came from a traditional family, with strict upbringing and little allowed to leave the house, except to go to classes is to play in front of the house with the other girls of her age and neighbors. He was not given the right to relate to boys and to date, at that time, it was not the privilege of anyone at that age. I used to sit on a bench in the square located in front of his house.

 He did this every night, to observe his moments of freedom. I admired him while having fun with his colleagues. We only spoke once during a wake, you see, and when I took the opportunity to try to tell you how much I loved her, she immediately cut me off, claiming that if her parents even dreamed of having a suitor, they could beat her up. At the time she was eleven and I was twelve years old.

In the same year my parents sent me to study in the capital and I never saw her again, from then on, a new cycle began in my life and destiny reserved new and surprising surprises in love. I started to study at the biggest college in the city where I went to live and there, I met Christina, the worst of all my teenage passions. It was the first time that I was attracted to a woman with dark skin and black eyes. It was sudden and inexplicable.

That year we started to study together, in the same room and became great friends. His captivating smile bewitched my unprepared heart that fell defeated at his feet without the slightest reaction, he had never felt such dominance over me as it did that sunny summer afternoon. In the year nineteen eighty-one. I will never forget the day and time when your spell overtook me. For me, Chris was the stage of one of the biggest and most unforgettable love tragedies ever. The biggest disappointment in these fifty and so many years of walking through this world of my god.

But, as everything has a good side and a bad side that ends up teaching us something positive and negative, at the same time that it was painful it brought me more experience. After that sad episode, I went ahead in search of being able to someday get right on the purpose of finally finding true love that would allow me to live in full happiness. I lived as something that is thrown in any way, without a certain direction in life.

So, I took a disoriented walk in the direction of the unknown, betting on an obscure and indefinite achievement. It was on this uncertain journey that I met and became involved with so many other women responsible for the bitterness still present in my heart. Among them, I want to highlight Sandra Miranda, the deepest illusion well that I could ever fall. There she was, yet another brunette to challenge the feelings of a weak man like me.

 That I was inclined to defend his admiration only for women of light color and with colored eyes, embracing me with their charms and turning my prejudices into a thing of the past, getting used to waking up every morning with their seductive way stuck in my thoughts. That seductive woman in just under a week, after meeting her, had already become the owner of me.

 And it was present in all my plans for the future. His smile, his voice, the sparkle of his eyes, his long black hair is straight, they overshadowed my horizons and I lost direction, all paths led me to his feet, completely lost in love. However, she never took me seriously and made fun of my longing to be able to win her over.

 Due to bad luck or coincidence of fate, I again broke my face when making my choices. Because the naughty always gave me the leg with other guys and the relationship was made under lies and mistakes. I loved that woman too much to the point that even today I can still smell her perfume in my nostrils, a pity that I never lived up to expectations. Sandra and I, as I used to call her, were the same age, the same tastes and skills. Only our feelings were opposite and that prevented us from continuing together.

On the other hand, Tania, her toothy sister lived for me, but at no time did I manage to have anything more than friendship for her. It even seems ironic of fate that I love someone so much without being reciprocated and just that her sister wants me madly. Worse is that this feeling lingers until now, even though I never fed it. Nowadays we are all friends, each one followed his own path in life and apparently, she is happy, Tania remains alone and still saying she is in love with me.

 I became a lonely and bitter bachelor after so many comings and goings in relationships. Stubborn beyond comprehension, I continued on the tireless search for perfect passion and in that crazy insistence I met Nilda, a beautiful teenager with whom I fell in love at first. We were virgins, we had not yet experienced sex. Then, by mutual agreement, we started our first time.

I confess that it was not pleasant to spend an entire night to penetrate that vagina that looked more like a concrete wall. When I remember that experience, I wonder how certain women claim that they were raped in adolescence, because it is not so easy and it would give time for someone to catch the pervert or even for the infamous person to give up such an act. Well, I don't know, at least with me and Nilda it was a terribly difficult thing to do. She was a dedicated girl in her relationship and she did me very well.

 At least until I met Peter, with whom she was involved and put me in a pair of ears. Another huge disappointment that I suffered and overwhelmed me with sadness for many months, but my persistence again propelled me towards my goal. Which was to be happy in love and in that deal, I found Antonia, a mulatto with an Indian face who was married, but when she met me she lost her mind and separated from her husband just to go to bed with me.

The worst thing about all this is that I and the cuckold were friends. And now, how to face the male of that variety head on? Well, there is a popular adage, which says, — Whoever steals a thief has a hundred years of forgiveness — In fact Elson would not have stolen Antonia from anyone. But Peter stole Nilda from me and with that I found myself in the right to put my neighbor's wife's hands on him, since I had already lost so many others to the bastards who took them from me. It would be a sweet revenge that surely would not later have to be accountable to the Just Judge.

Our case lasted only a few months and leaves, older woman is in the habit of wanting to control too much and I hate to feel controlled by anyone. After the separation she returned to her betrayed husband, who accepted her in a good way as if nothing wrong had happened, something crazy. Just imagine if I would take back a dog like the one, I would have traded for someone else is still pretending that everything was fine. For the individual did that. Was it guilt?

Sometimes one cheats first and, when he is betrayed, he acts passively, forgiving his partner for the affront he suffered for knowing that he deserved such punishment, and that is true among many couples. At seventeen years old and with only a few months of having been sexually initiated, I threw myself body and soul into the lust that the moment gave me, I had crazy sex with all kinds of people that appeared. Young and old women, I slept on the bed, on the floor, standing in the thickets of the woods, on the corners of the streets during the wee hours of the morning.

I did a bit of every madness. Along with this sequence of debauchery, I made terrible friendships, started to walk with bad companies and use drugs, drink alcohol and smoke like a Black Forest. The result was to decline morally and socially. I dropped out of school, didn't work and became a complete vagabond. I stayed like this for several years and in the meantime, I ran into Marcia, a young university student who lived alone in a housing development and was delighted with me, despite the chaotic situation I found myself in.

She reached out to me and pulled me back to the world of the living, for I was dead, enslaved by the poison that such an erroneous path that I followed created and injected into my veins. Because I lost my father very early and saw my family spread out to each side, finding myself alone in a world full of traps and without any maturity to deal with all that sudden change, I freaked out of ideas and threw myself into the first one.

Abyss whose mouth proposed to swallow me up, offering as a solution to my current situation the momentary mistake of the effect of the drugs that I started to use in order to alleviate my suffering. That yes marked my life positively during the wanderings that fate took me to do, several nights we sat on the floor covered in black porcelain, in the living room of his house listening to romantic songs, exchanging kisses, caresses and strokes until dawn.

And as incredible as it may seem we never had sex, she did not allow me to invade her delicately beautiful and sensual body, just contemplating it from a distance without the freedom to explore its intimacies. I never managed to get inside it, but our meetings have always been full of many caresses to the point that it is impossible to forget it. She was an extremely affectionate woman and ready to hear more than speak, a quality I very much admire. Maybe because of that, I got attached to her so quickly. As I explained before, I hate chatty people who talk non-stop, suffocating me.

I already had one of those loose tongues at my side, my goodness, imagine a woman to never silence that damn mouth. Sometimes I had to kiss her for a few minutes in order to be able to silence her, as she looked like an uncontrolled rattle. It accounted for the life of others like no one else, an act characteristic of those who talk too much. Some say that this is being communicative, because for me it is being boring. In my opinion, the quieter, are more intelligent.

But, despite the good relationship and the moments of intense happiness lived beside that brilliant woman were not enough to avoid the end, and we ended up distancing ourselves from each other. In fact, I was the one who took the initiative to walk away from her, tired of waiting for a chance to have sex, which she seemed to avoid at all costs. What was the point of being so attentive and covering me with kisses if I wasn't willing to put out the fire that used to light me?

I went out to life taking it over and over, here and there, like an animal in heat, crazy, crazy to stick my penis in the first hole that appeared in front of me. He was young, only seventeen, full of vitality, he couldn't waste time, because life goes by too fast. And so, it was that I left behind another interesting person who worked hard to be part of my history. Do I regret making such a decision? Of course, not only in relation to her, but on several other occasions. In fact, I left a long line of eyes wet with tears and bleeding hearts along the paths I went through.

There were several amorous disappointments that I went through and made other people go through. Because of this, I am reaping the solitude of my madness, which does not drag my foot a second from my side. Who chooses a lot is in the corner. After this delicious adventure I was able to live several others, some less and others more interesting. At the age of nineteen, I moved to another state and continued my loving fantasies there, although not always positive. Lucy was one of the great passions lived under the tension of ups and downs. An unacceptable relationship on the part of both families, which forced us to secretly date, under strong persecution.

But, as we were two young people in love and crazy about news, this type of relationship was something wonderful for us. I confess to having loved her intensely, I was reciprocated, but after a while she got tired of me and ended up putting a horn hat on my head, it was a huge disappointment. However, I do not know whether for fate reward or divine vengeance, the poor thing got involved with an individual with HIV and was contaminated.

Fortunately, it is a positive serum and survives on drugs to fight the virus. Shortly after I met Carolina, a brunette who bewitched my heart with her immense physical beauty, she had a pair of legs that made many others envious and a fleshy ass that made her excited just by seeing her. On the first opportunity that I went to attack and I got along, she accepted easily and gave herself up to a facility to scare.

But since I was thirsty to get into it entirely, I didn't even consider the risk. I took that monument to bed and ate, until I satiated my hunger, the devil is that because I said I was immunized against a possible pregnancy or used condoms, and she got pregnant right away. As she was a beautiful woman, the kind that just walking next to a male makes me proud, I agreed to live together. I left the house of my brothers, with whom I lived until then, and went to share the pillow with the hot one.

We lived under the same roof for two years and in that time, we enjoyed our son, a boy as beautiful as his mother and full of energy. However, one of my sisters-in-law started to live with us and, as naughty as I always was, falls killing on top of the naughty that had been insinuating for me for some time. It turns out that the women in that family were all delicious.

 And it was not easy to bear the desire I felt for my wife's sister whenever she paraded in front of me. The rascal was very naughty and hid that prancing tail inside an immensely short shorts, leaving the edges of her pussy exposed and made sure to stay in scandalous positions in front of me, whenever I was at home and when we were alone, she rubbed herself in me.

Allowing me to kiss her and love her whole body. One afternoon, when Carmen Lucia took my son to the doctor, she left me, as she used to do, however, wearing only a very short dress. My hot and horny sister-in-law jumped on my lap, while watching a program on TV and kissing my mouth, rolling on top of my cock, which hardened quickly inside my shorts, due to this situation.