After so much time of not writing anything remotely erotic and/or violent, an idea occurred to me, from listening to David Bowie and watching David Lynch movies (both are Davides... woof!) I thought:
'If there's already a bunch of people who hate me, why not give them another reason to keep doing it'
And then, I wrote this humble story while working, on a Saturday night.
I hope you enjoy it. I receive suggestions and payments in peanuts. Please pass the insults to my gruff secretary! 😊
The Disordered Man (or Absent)I wake up inside my body, it's the only thing that's certain to me. It's the habit of years of opening my eyes always within myself. But it doesn't feel like yesterday or last week; something inside me changed since last night. Dawn brought the novelty that I could change, I became something different, imperceptible to everyone except for me.
Maybe it was the amount of alcohol I drank. I only took Irish whiskey, which I usually do with my friends, to cheer up on insomnia nights where ghosts pursue me mercilessly, and another person inside me would raise my hand and drink nonstop, one glass after another, after another.
And my wife didn't do anything to stop me. Or maybe she did but, as always, I didn't listen. Neither did the couple of friends who were with us that night.
I always knew that Raul wanted my wife, they went to swing clubs and left Silvina alone so other couples could advance on her and she'd get drunk and let them do it from all sides while he'd dedicate himself to slowly wanking off in the shadows like a torture, capturing everything with his video recorder eyes, cyber voyeur of the past century.
I also always knew about my own perverted fantasies, seeing my beloved Clarisa being screwed by another guy, her doing a 69 with another woman. I often masturbated, also slowly - I know there's no such thing as coincidence, doctor - savoring every caress on the head of my cock like it was the last one in the darkness; imagining her committing the most perverse acts ever dreamed.
Sometimes our minds make us heavy loads, our subconscious corners off reason and leads us to the darkest corners of ourselves. The problem is not being able to get back to the light, right doctor?
I always give you reasons, that's why I'm going to tell you everything, with details, nice and quiet so you can take note.
That time Clarisa was more beautiful than ever, she wore a silk dress that pushed up her correct tits and the Soltura that the skirt offered was suitable enough to draw out the contour of her ass, without being too obvious. Her medium height compensated with high-heeled shoes, which made her round ass rise even more. After years of being married, I still got very hot looking at her like that. And much more when she smiled. Like she did that night, after the third glass of Baileys, everything is good, every comment is an excuse for laughter to take over, wild from her mouth and carry it away to a limbo where, lack of oxygen due to not being able to breathe well from laughing so much, added to the alcohol; would make even the most experienced mind stumble. Raul was more than skilled at making us laugh, serving drinks always more than we could drink. He was a tall guy, with a face like a garfish, with a beard and all the looks of having an interesting story in the bank. Silvina didn't mismatch her husband's style, her enormous operated breasts added to her face as a slut who had dyed her hair blonde and collagenated her lips compensating for her short stature: 1.50 meters. But she was super slutty. You could see her from five blocks away and know that she liked cock more than breathing. If I could choose, I'd be born with two shells, the very slut. I, as always, wanted to be a fool and put on a David Lynch movie, “The Lost Highway”. In the middle of that film, there's a pretty potent fuck scene. Raul asked me to rewind it. When I finished, he told me that from where he was sitting, he couldn't see well, if we could change seats, since I'd already seen the movie a thousand times. I agreed. He sat next to my wife and I ended up beside her slut. I didn't mind that, added to the important fart I already had, I didn't care about anything. The three-person sofa wrapped us all in comfort, while I was sitting in a chair a bit further back, looking at the woman's cleavage and enjoying her breasts.
Me put her in heat, at that moment. The slut seemed to realize I was getting hot looking at her melons and kept adjusting her dress so I could see her tits well. I was entertained spying, guessing those dwarf heads and forgot about the dangerous proximity between my perverted friend and my girlfriend.
When I looked, the son of a bitch was rubbing his hands on the legs my wife had crossed, guarding that beautiful, avid pussy, a cataract of juices and orgasms waiting, secretly, to be devoured. That really got me angry, one thing is spying, another very different is fondling, damn it! The worst, most humiliating part was that my erection grew, making my balls ache from how tight the jeans were. I was getting really upset about the animal reaction of getting so hot, uncontrollably. My head started spinning and I noticed he leaned in and began talking to her ear while she laughed softly and slowly opened her legs, allowing her hand to dedicate itself to caressing her depilated pussy over the transparent thong she wore for the occasion.
Silvina took advantage of them being entertained with each other to turn around and look me straight in the eye and said: 'Do you think you're going to stay there like a fool?'
I listened to what she was saying, completely understood the phrase, but I was frozen. Even I don't think I blinked for a while. Silvina came over to my side, tried to grab my cock, while licking my ear, but I didn't let her. I was watching the scene unfolding before me like in a hypnotic trance. It seems they got bored trying something with me and joined in, making it look like a porn movie scene. The marriage, our guests, were like hungry puppies attached to their mother's breast; sucking, caressing, embracing, digging into my wife who, letting her head fall back, surrendered to pleasure.
I kept looking, hard as stone. I saw him put his cock in the...
My girlfriend's mouth while Silvina's slut knelt on the floor, ran her thong and took care of licking my wife's cotorra for good minutes. Then she got up and both tongues licked eggs, cock and anus of my friend. I put my wife on her back in the armchair, mounted her and screwed her slowly, frame by frame, while her woman was licking her ass, enthralled. After a little while, with one hand I started caressing between the cheeks of Raul's ass, holding him with one finger and with the other hand, she was masturbating her pussy in a thick black hair, rolled up. While my friend groaned like an orangutan, I kept on masturbating, softly, squeezing his balls with the other hand, making me hurt a little - maybe as a secret punishment for what was happening, who knows - and at a certain moment, I looked at him, smiling. It was a diabolical look, rare, from hell. In that moment I understood everything: this happened for something, there was a reason for so much madness. You understand me, doctor, there are things one cannot let pass. I couldn't bear that look, it was too much for me, then I looked down and listened as that son of a slut finished inside my wife. And listened as that cheap slut told her husband to come, she wanted to drink his semen from inside that dead mosquito. I buried my face in the ring of my wife's atorranta and ate her pussy like a hungry cannibal. While Raul got comfortable looking at the spectacle while caressing his cock to revive it. Looking at him masturbating, doctor. Fill the back of my sinful cum. Then I closed my eyes and pressed my hands together and prayed. My dirty hands from cum and sweat, merged into a saintly pose and prayed, asking for forces from the almighty, you know I'm not lying, doctor. And do you know what happened? Nothing, doctor. Nothing! That son of a slut, that voyeur who sees everything but doesn't get in. finger in nobody's ass, that sorete didn't give a damn. But I was prepared. I got up silently, with my flaccid cock, my pants half-adjusted, taking short steps like a drunk, and headed to our room, found the shotgun and loaded the 8 cartridges that my baby anti-motives accept.
I went back to the dining room where the sorete who called himself my friend was fucking his slut wife's ass, which on all fours continued to suck her dirty pussy. The first shot, doctor, hit them. At a meter's distance, with very low light, they didn't see me coming. That was possession, you know? Magic! Art!
The place filled with their cries of pain, agony. Of blood. Red blood. The second shot hit the face of that tiny, slutty wife of Satan. Her face disappeared, her collagen, her pores, her tongue. Everything went away, transformed into a puddle of blood, hair, brains, shit.
The prick, my friend, was crying, lying on the floor, rolling around in pain, even with his cock still hard. It was such a pathetic scene, doctor. I kicked him first, then hit him with a hand and left him to bleed out.
My wife, with her dress still rumpled, wanted to escape, but our house isn't that big and she had to pass by my side, running, slipping on the blood of those soretes, so she fell.
While I was crying, I told her shhhh, it's over... it's over. Then I shot her in the pelvic area to get out all the evil that devil had put into my friend's body. Do you understand what I'm saying, doctor? An exorcism! That's what it was. I'm a good guy! Nobody understands me, but you do, don't you, doctor? Come back! Don't go! No! Come back! Doctor! Son of a slut! No, forgive! Come back! I'm not a killer, I'm a victim! I freed those three from their pain, doctor! Come back, come back, come back!
If you liked it, I expect your comment. Save the points for beginners who are worth it. Thanks!
The Disordered Man (or Absent)I wake up inside my body, it's the only thing that's certain to me. It's the habit of years of opening my eyes always within myself. But it doesn't feel like yesterday or last week; something inside me changed since last night. Dawn brought the novelty that I could change, I became something different, imperceptible to everyone except for me.
Maybe it was the amount of alcohol I drank. I only took Irish whiskey, which I usually do with my friends, to cheer up on insomnia nights where ghosts pursue me mercilessly, and another person inside me would raise my hand and drink nonstop, one glass after another, after another.
And my wife didn't do anything to stop me. Or maybe she did but, as always, I didn't listen. Neither did the couple of friends who were with us that night.
I always knew that Raul wanted my wife, they went to swing clubs and left Silvina alone so other couples could advance on her and she'd get drunk and let them do it from all sides while he'd dedicate himself to slowly wanking off in the shadows like a torture, capturing everything with his video recorder eyes, cyber voyeur of the past century.
I also always knew about my own perverted fantasies, seeing my beloved Clarisa being screwed by another guy, her doing a 69 with another woman. I often masturbated, also slowly - I know there's no such thing as coincidence, doctor - savoring every caress on the head of my cock like it was the last one in the darkness; imagining her committing the most perverse acts ever dreamed.
Sometimes our minds make us heavy loads, our subconscious corners off reason and leads us to the darkest corners of ourselves. The problem is not being able to get back to the light, right doctor?
I always give you reasons, that's why I'm going to tell you everything, with details, nice and quiet so you can take note.
That time Clarisa was more beautiful than ever, she wore a silk dress that pushed up her correct tits and the Soltura that the skirt offered was suitable enough to draw out the contour of her ass, without being too obvious. Her medium height compensated with high-heeled shoes, which made her round ass rise even more. After years of being married, I still got very hot looking at her like that. And much more when she smiled. Like she did that night, after the third glass of Baileys, everything is good, every comment is an excuse for laughter to take over, wild from her mouth and carry it away to a limbo where, lack of oxygen due to not being able to breathe well from laughing so much, added to the alcohol; would make even the most experienced mind stumble. Raul was more than skilled at making us laugh, serving drinks always more than we could drink. He was a tall guy, with a face like a garfish, with a beard and all the looks of having an interesting story in the bank. Silvina didn't mismatch her husband's style, her enormous operated breasts added to her face as a slut who had dyed her hair blonde and collagenated her lips compensating for her short stature: 1.50 meters. But she was super slutty. You could see her from five blocks away and know that she liked cock more than breathing. If I could choose, I'd be born with two shells, the very slut. I, as always, wanted to be a fool and put on a David Lynch movie, “The Lost Highway”. In the middle of that film, there's a pretty potent fuck scene. Raul asked me to rewind it. When I finished, he told me that from where he was sitting, he couldn't see well, if we could change seats, since I'd already seen the movie a thousand times. I agreed. He sat next to my wife and I ended up beside her slut. I didn't mind that, added to the important fart I already had, I didn't care about anything. The three-person sofa wrapped us all in comfort, while I was sitting in a chair a bit further back, looking at the woman's cleavage and enjoying her breasts.
Me put her in heat, at that moment. The slut seemed to realize I was getting hot looking at her melons and kept adjusting her dress so I could see her tits well. I was entertained spying, guessing those dwarf heads and forgot about the dangerous proximity between my perverted friend and my girlfriend.
When I looked, the son of a bitch was rubbing his hands on the legs my wife had crossed, guarding that beautiful, avid pussy, a cataract of juices and orgasms waiting, secretly, to be devoured. That really got me angry, one thing is spying, another very different is fondling, damn it! The worst, most humiliating part was that my erection grew, making my balls ache from how tight the jeans were. I was getting really upset about the animal reaction of getting so hot, uncontrollably. My head started spinning and I noticed he leaned in and began talking to her ear while she laughed softly and slowly opened her legs, allowing her hand to dedicate itself to caressing her depilated pussy over the transparent thong she wore for the occasion.
Silvina took advantage of them being entertained with each other to turn around and look me straight in the eye and said: 'Do you think you're going to stay there like a fool?'
I listened to what she was saying, completely understood the phrase, but I was frozen. Even I don't think I blinked for a while. Silvina came over to my side, tried to grab my cock, while licking my ear, but I didn't let her. I was watching the scene unfolding before me like in a hypnotic trance. It seems they got bored trying something with me and joined in, making it look like a porn movie scene. The marriage, our guests, were like hungry puppies attached to their mother's breast; sucking, caressing, embracing, digging into my wife who, letting her head fall back, surrendered to pleasure.
I kept looking, hard as stone. I saw him put his cock in the...
My girlfriend's mouth while Silvina's slut knelt on the floor, ran her thong and took care of licking my wife's cotorra for good minutes. Then she got up and both tongues licked eggs, cock and anus of my friend. I put my wife on her back in the armchair, mounted her and screwed her slowly, frame by frame, while her woman was licking her ass, enthralled. After a little while, with one hand I started caressing between the cheeks of Raul's ass, holding him with one finger and with the other hand, she was masturbating her pussy in a thick black hair, rolled up. While my friend groaned like an orangutan, I kept on masturbating, softly, squeezing his balls with the other hand, making me hurt a little - maybe as a secret punishment for what was happening, who knows - and at a certain moment, I looked at him, smiling. It was a diabolical look, rare, from hell. In that moment I understood everything: this happened for something, there was a reason for so much madness. You understand me, doctor, there are things one cannot let pass. I couldn't bear that look, it was too much for me, then I looked down and listened as that son of a slut finished inside my wife. And listened as that cheap slut told her husband to come, she wanted to drink his semen from inside that dead mosquito. I buried my face in the ring of my wife's atorranta and ate her pussy like a hungry cannibal. While Raul got comfortable looking at the spectacle while caressing his cock to revive it. Looking at him masturbating, doctor. Fill the back of my sinful cum. Then I closed my eyes and pressed my hands together and prayed. My dirty hands from cum and sweat, merged into a saintly pose and prayed, asking for forces from the almighty, you know I'm not lying, doctor. And do you know what happened? Nothing, doctor. Nothing! That son of a slut, that voyeur who sees everything but doesn't get in. finger in nobody's ass, that sorete didn't give a damn. But I was prepared. I got up silently, with my flaccid cock, my pants half-adjusted, taking short steps like a drunk, and headed to our room, found the shotgun and loaded the 8 cartridges that my baby anti-motives accept.
I went back to the dining room where the sorete who called himself my friend was fucking his slut wife's ass, which on all fours continued to suck her dirty pussy. The first shot, doctor, hit them. At a meter's distance, with very low light, they didn't see me coming. That was possession, you know? Magic! Art!
The place filled with their cries of pain, agony. Of blood. Red blood. The second shot hit the face of that tiny, slutty wife of Satan. Her face disappeared, her collagen, her pores, her tongue. Everything went away, transformed into a puddle of blood, hair, brains, shit.
The prick, my friend, was crying, lying on the floor, rolling around in pain, even with his cock still hard. It was such a pathetic scene, doctor. I kicked him first, then hit him with a hand and left him to bleed out.
My wife, with her dress still rumpled, wanted to escape, but our house isn't that big and she had to pass by my side, running, slipping on the blood of those soretes, so she fell.
While I was crying, I told her shhhh, it's over... it's over. Then I shot her in the pelvic area to get out all the evil that devil had put into my friend's body. Do you understand what I'm saying, doctor? An exorcism! That's what it was. I'm a good guy! Nobody understands me, but you do, don't you, doctor? Come back! Don't go! No! Come back! Doctor! Son of a slut! No, forgive! Come back! I'm not a killer, I'm a victim! I freed those three from their pain, doctor! Come back, come back, come back!
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41 comentários - Exorcismo - primer relato del 2011 by pabloalmagro -
sigo con la birras y vuelvo en otro momento....
pero te digo, como siempre sos el mas original
un gran relato con sexo, cuernos, un pajero como vos
y tiros y mucha sangre, un fenomeno pablito,
y por las dudas te aviso q nunca pienso
hacer una fiesta swinger con vos y laurita 😀 😀 😀
abrazo hermano y volvere con puntos
recomendadisimo ( no viste bien la intro de mi post )
😀 😀 😀
y esto es lo que te diferencia del resto de las plumas que escriben en p...
esa calidad descriptiva..el twist ,la vuelta de tuerca inesperada y el garrotazo en la nuca 😳 😀 😀 😀
es increíble pablo,la verdad un gustazo volver a leerte en estos pagos...
que decir de la historia,realmente atrapante 🙂 🙂
la parte sexual ,tan ardiente y subyugante 🤤 🤤 🤤
y el final...el final ajajaja
sos un hdp(en el buen sentido)
realmente un cuento impresionante
envidio tu arte 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️
ojala escribas mas seguido
te dejo 5 no me importa si no querías puntos 😉
excelentisimo post pablo 🤤 🤤 🤤
GENIAL LO TUYO PABLO !! Y SI TE ODIAN POR ACA DEJAME CITAR A UN GRANDE CUANDO DIJO !!!
"LADRAN SANCHO, SEÑAL QUE CABALGAMOS" !! ESO CREO QUE LO DICE TODO !!!
GRACIAS PABLO Y SALUDOS !!
como te gusta chupar pijas a vos....
no te pongas celosa
ya se que te gusta pablito 😀 😀 😀
Te felicito y salio recomendacion.
Una veta que la tenía bien escondida , eh?
Van porotos che, en cuanto al club... debe ser de un solo miembro (?)
En cuanto a tronca, hizo todo ese comentario para finalmente hacer propaganda de su post. 😀
De lujo! a favoritos!
Al leerlo no sé porque anticipaba un final a la gran "Barreda" que finalmente se concretó en el desenlace del relato.
Realmente diferente a todo lo que se lee por acá porque parece hasta el guión de una película "noir"
Gracias por compartir.
Besos y Lamiditas !!!
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
flor de laburito !!!!
van mis ultimos puntos de reconocimiento!!
saludos!!
Por supuesto los +10 😀
Espectacular querido Pablo! A seguir adelante que hay una cualidad para explotar, van puntines!
Saludos!
me quedo con esta frase qu ees una obra de arte
:"Se me puso fofa la garcha, en ese momento."
ajajjajajajaja
jajajajajajaja
sos muy culiá
van points y besos a ti y a la negra
Un abrazo grande!
No me esperaba ese final. Como dijeron por ahí arriba, es fenomenal esa vuelta de rosca, ese twist que te deja duro, pensando "no puedo creer ese densenlace". Lográs que (al menos en mi caso) transportar al lector a la situación que estás describiendo y eso es lo que uno quiere. Sin duda sos uno de los mejores en este género. Volveré, con puntos y a leerlo nuevamente. Por ahora me quedo con esta oración...
Genial.
Gracias.
ME LLAMO LA ATENCION EL FINAL
Vuelva! No soy un asesino, soy una victima! Los libere a esos tres de su dolor, doctor! Vuelvaaaaaaaaaa!
😀 😀
GRACIAS POR COMPARTIR
Bueh, salvo porque me invitaron a jugar un picadito en la carcel, unos amigos y aun no se que hacer... Espero que al menos ese viaje me sirva para entener otros aspectos de la vida. Abrazo enorme y gracias por todo! 🆒
y anda asi te rompen el culo en deboto 😀 😀 😀
van puntos hermano, abrazo y besos a mi amiga
Es un verdadero placer leer sus laburos.
Espero con ansias los siguientes, y ahora me las tomo como hizo el doctor 😀
Un abrazo, y avise cuando salga el próximo.
Aunque los puntos no le sirvan para pagar las facturas volveré con ellos.
Lamento que esto solo sea poringa y no un libro que se venda en cada una de las librerías del país.
Lamento que si no pones en bolas a tu mujer solo uno pocos tengan la capacidad de entender.
Una vez dije que estabas quemado, cada vez mas creo que estas marcado por el talento.
Una vez intente escribir, una vez me quede con las ganas, esa vez me di cuenta que eso es tarea para unos elegidos.
No se si lo disfrutaste o lo padeciste pero el resultado justificaba el esfuerzo.
Que mas puedo decir en un post donde escribir resulta casi una competencia casi perdida..
Saludos míos a un amigo, saludos míos a un delirante como definimos una vez
Pido las disculpas del caso.
Salute, vermut con papas fritas y good show
EN OTRAS QUEDE ATRAPADO COMO SI FUERA UNA NOVELA DE PRIMER NIVEL, LO TUYO ES MUY BUENO MASTER!!!
DUSCULPE LAS DEMORAS, GRACIAS!!!
me paso lo mismo jajajajajaaj
jajajajaaj. es verdad