Memories of a SadistEN

The nurse boldly opens the curtain that covered the transparent glass of the room, showing the light made by the rays of the smiling sun of that summer morning, forcing the patient to wake up before the time he used to wake up. This embarrassed him daily and ignited his anger at the one who was hired to look after his last days of life. Marcos, was an important writer with an incomparable intelligence for literature, his impressive ability to create stories in a short space of time earned him several awards, as well as an expansive recognition in the literary world. His readers were found all over the world and all of his works became a huge sales success. However, due to a certain tendency to exaggerated lust, he ended up contracting a serious illness that put an end to all his possible long-term dreams. In a terminal state, living the last days of his very short existence, he writes his memories on a laptop. That posthumous work would be the revelation of its most shameful

Our humble address, in the State of Maranhão, was located at least one kilometer from the city center and right on the side of an important highway, where traffic was made by all types of vehicles, mostly large ones, such as the huge ones carts that made a tremendous noise when passing at any time of the day or night. My father was a reserved type, closed to dialogue and paid little attention to the family. In fact, we were not even a family, as parents did not communicate with their children, and the latter, much less with them. The house where I was born was built on a small hill, to have access it was necessary to climb a certain height made of stones and gravel. The walls were made of clay, the ceiling covered with a common type of tiles that soon created a greenish color on top and black underneath.  The floor was made of raw cement. We drank water taken from an old well dug in the backyard and kept in a clay pot that Mom had in the large kitchen, empty of good fur

Since I was a child I was always naughty and I learned from an early age that women only served two things in life: Fucking and being a mother. Well, that was the macho view of my time. It was not like today that women ended up benefiting from several laws that defend their rights and seem to have more value and privilege than men. I was definitely a sexist! That way I never respected a tail in a skirt, regardless of age or social status, except my mom. From sisters upwards I was ready to draw on the stick, I just had to spread my legs, I even thought about never getting married or having children, as I would risk wanting to fuck my daughters, especially if they were big asses. This I imagined after seeing a sinister episode happen in the neighborhood, where it was discovered that a certain man ate his two daughters and became pregnant, the bastard became a grandfather father. What a damn thing! I was curious about that event and tried tirelessly to talk to one of th

Well, after explaining where our naughtiness started, I'll tell you what happened. Well, my aunt's first mistake was to accept me living in her house after having that huge amount, of daughters, giving soup. Francisca, the oldest cousin, had written on her forehead that she longed to feel a very large, hard and heady stick, being tucked into her perky little holes. I wasn't sure if I already fucked, in the days of a boy I was rubbing his dick on her, but he didn't enter. After that, nothing else happened between us. The same situation was true for all five cunts, he knew little about their lives.My aunt's husband, whom I learned by education to call uncle, seemed to care nothing for the family. The guy was a Mason and spent most of his time away from home, at Masonic meetings or at work. He was a tall black man, of the athletic type, from a distance we could see the white color of his teeth or eyes. A faithful copy of Satan, he did not understand what my aunt saw in that. A

When all my life I only had relationships with vagabond women. It was an ordinary Sunday like everyone else and I went to church in the company of my aunt and cousins. As I sat on that bench and put all my attention on the choir formed by young people, I had the impression that something special was going to happen to me that night and, when I saw Sara sit among the other young people, I was very happy, because it was the opportunity I needed to show you all my admiration.The truth is that that woman infected me in such a way with her way of being that I could no longer get her out of my mind, it was a new form of passion, a spell that infected my heart, enslaved me completely. However, there in the church it would not be possible to speak to him, outside it was completely impossible to have access to his attention ... So, what could I do? When a male like me realizes that he is completely in love, how to act? I was totally lost, cornered. However, I was absolutely sure of o

He knew that Marcia, because she was so young, still had her virginity intact and would not miss the chance to take out that little bit more. So I swore to the guy that I would never lack respect for his sisters, but I got closer and closer to all of them and in a short time we were a large group of friends. Because I behaved immensely well, Dona Joana, their mother, gave me greater freedom and even allowed her daughters to go to the cinema with me, but with the condition that Antônio should go with me. Without problems, I accepted the imposition of the crown, the important thing would be to be able to stay in the dark of the cinema with the hot one. My friend took Ivonete with him, one of his many girlfriends, and that made my life much easier at that time. While they were making out in another part of the movie theater and the other girls were distracted with their eyes fixed on the small screen, Marcia and I took the opportunity to kiss each other. We strategicall

How much confusion, I started to get excited seeing the guys fucking, but I was disgusted by a contact with another man. If only we have dicks, how could I have the chance to climb on a stick and kill that huge urge I felt for my tail? It was then that I went to a video store and rented several fuck tapes and in the middle came one with a movie where two women had sex, I had never seen it the same. I found it interesting the way lesbians have sex, they use a huge rubber stick to penetrate each other's holes, wear appropriate panties, adapt the accessory and send it over. When I contemplated that fuck, I concluded that it would be the best way to solve my problem without necessarily having to go from four to another male, something that I found humiliating and ridiculous to do, starting from a man like me used to eat and not give it. One night I took my girlfriend to fuck at my house, but before I put a video of the lesbians for her to watch with me in the excuse of wanting t

The last time I saw him was at the launch of my first Best Seller, when I won the most important literary award in the country. As I was alone and without direction, because I completely lost the desire for women. I spent a long time in the company of solitude, until I met Eduardo, my worst misfortune. I believed I found my soul mate, the guy I would be happy with forever.  I surrendered to him from head to toe. However, I later found out that his appearance in my life was a punishment. I think that because he lived in this world practicing the most immoral and shameful things imaginable, the man up there shortened my life and ordered the Devil to come and punish me. My new passion was a guy who, despite his extreme beauty, carried a deadly poison in his blood to order my soul straight to hell. But I will explain this in the next chapter. When we are born, we grow up and remain in spiritual and moral darkness we understand little about the importance and the nee