Hello Porn girl family, I'm leaving you something I wrote in my free time. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.
Hugs!
There is no eternal love. It's an invention. Probably another advertising trick by the church with a hidden meaning... Until death do us part... That's what priests say when they marry a happy couple, who listen to it with their eyes full of emotion, with all their illusions set on a future where they'll live together, have kids, then grandkids, and die holding hands, and probably be buried in a family niche so that those lifeless bodies can stay together for eternity. A load of crap!!!!! That's what it is, a stupid lie, eternal love is a fallacy, a fantasy created by a monogamous social structure where it's considered bad for a woman to try all the dicks she wants and be considered a slut, and where the man who sleeps with a thousand women is the hero of the moment.
Maybe my view is too pessimistic, but you have to admit that my pessimism is based on realism, I'm basing myself directly on real facts, anecdotes, confidences from men and women around me, and of course, my own sad, resigned, and resentful experience.
A man meets a woman, they like each other, obviously first physically, (what matters is what's inside is another stupid story we'll deal with later), once the visual contact is approved on both sides, they start coinciding, liking each other, and developing a relationship that grows, consolidates, and so begins a romance with all the letters. Does it seem perfect? But what happens when they're not together? He's still looking at women on the street, commenting to his friends, what breasts she has, what ass she has, and let's take it to the limit, what if this loving boyfriend, one of these spectacular women approaches him and whispers in his ear: I want to screw vos, how many men can resist that temptation, I'm sure there are some, no doubt, no discussion needed, there must be people capable of resisting, but I wonder something, do they resist because they really don't want to? Or do they resist out of fear of being judged by society?. The worst part of this is that if he really had the rightness to resist that diabolical temptation, afterwards when he's having sex with his lucky girlfriend, he'll be thinking about that piece of ass that heated him up so much, and I ask myself again, how much difference is there between being unfaithful in thought while penetrating his half-orange and having been with another woman?. You can try it out!!, after the act is over, you can tell your partner: My love!!!, do you know that a girl propositioned me for sex today, and I said no, but while we were having sex, I was thinking about her! Don't you mind?. The girlfriend will probably react happily, proud that her loved one didn't cheat on her physically. Men are weaker than women, by nature, men are sexual beings (we're talking about the majority, I know there are those perfect men who only think of their girlfriends and nothing else, while they get it all), a man is someone who if he were the most attractive person in the world and could choose with whom to be would be with anyone, beautiful ones, ugly ones, tall ones, thin ones, fat ones, short ones, any one, without discriminating, why?. Because he's a man. I've been an absolute witness, and don't worry, I won't give names, of friends who have girlfriends who are beautiful, sweet, and practically perfect, but they've cheated on them with true disasters of nature, but because of their condition as men, it doesn't matter if what's in front of them is pretty or ugly, what matters is getting her. By the statistics my friend used to say. If I've also confirmed something, it's that this unfaithful man is only unfaithful with his body, but like a good animal of habit he keeps coming back to his beloved girlfriend, but That doesn't take away from the fact that he needs to be with other women to feed his ego and feel good about himself because he can shout to the world: I still like women! I'm a wild hunter, and my claws are still sharp!
Many times, a man searches for what he lacks in others, for example, having a girlfriend who is sweet, submissive, and politically correct, who fulfills her novelty duties perfectly. That man seeks a true slut, one who is promiscuous, dresses like that, and has sex like that, but also needs to know he can come back whenever he wants to the safe arms of his formal girlfriend.
A man, and in this case, a woman too, as social psychologist Pichon Riviere wrote (one of the few things I remember from my brief university life), is an inconformist by nature, will never see their expectations fulfilled because there will always be a new need. And it's just as certain as water being odorless, colorless, and tasteless.
I was lucky enough to have traveled quite a bit and gotten to know different cultures, but in all of them, I've been able to appreciate the same thing, and the best way to convey it is with a clear example: A 50-year-old married couple. She's fat, disheveled, tired from raising three kids, bored with her life as a housewife where the most adrenaline she gets is when the soap opera starts. He's bald, fat, disheveled because he no longer needs to seduce anyone, he has that solid refuge at home where he comes back every day and waits for a homemade hot meal. Both share a dinner at the restaurant, talk about trivial things, choose the menu, and prepare to eat in silence. She thinks about how lucky she is not to have to cook and wash dishes, maybe even get it on with her husband's fat behind, obviously thinking of her favorite actor. He thinks about the waitress's ass that he knows he'll never be able to get... It's not like he won the lottery, but he'll remember to jerk off afterwards, before going to sleep, with his wife's fat body that can't give him a spontaneous erection like it used to.
Let's think about this same marriage 30 years ago, when they met, both looking at each other intensely, desiring each other, thinking about how to get her and maybe it's time to settle down since she meets all his requirements. She was thinking that finally, she found the man of her life, with whom she wants to form a family, have three kids, and build a home.
What a change, right? That's what I'm pointing out, people grow up, develop, self-reflect, and change! In many aspects, but not in others. That guy still likes the same girls he liked when he was 18 years old, and she still likes those marked abs that she so desired in her erotic dreams of youth.
But they're still together, and my detractors, eternal lovers of love, will say: Of course, they're still together because they love each other beyond physicality. And I'll tell them to go screw themselves! These people are together out of habit!!! Because they have nothing better, because it would cost an egg to start all over again, because it's harder to separate and start a new life than to share the bed for the rest of your life with someone who was one way 30 years ago and is completely different now. That's called comfort! Not love! That's called Habit!
I've known another kind of men, a minority, that don't occupy 99% of their brain in women, but in other activities that replace the accumulated desire they sometimes produce productively and others not so much. This makes me think, for example, about priests, religious men who wear black robes, who must listen to how women are unfaithful, how they've practiced oral sex on their boyfriends or how they've masturbated their neighbors. What a load of crap! They're not going to go around violating boys afterwards???, They're Men!!!!, have physical needs that they suppress according to them with their God's faith, but please!!, there is nothing more unnatural than that!!! It's the same as dedicating one's life to the Lord! Force them to stop pooping or stop producing saliva!!! Then I wonder, why did God give them a member that erects every time some lascivious thought passes through their religious little heads??? Of course, since they can't make public their sexual manifestations, their brains start twisting and they end up becoming horrible characters who hide behind that white necktie that nobody knows the name of. Like Borgia when he was Pope, who deflowered his daughter so no man could desflor her and commit carnal sin with her, all this in the name of the holy Church. What a slut's son!!!. Men do everything they do to be able to screw, to conquer a woman, to enjoy, it reminds me a lot of a joke that said: why did the man go to the moon? Was it for science? No, to see if there was anyone sexy up there!. Let's illustrate it clearly: a group of friends goes out dancing, I'm not talking about going to grab something at a bar., I'm talking about the group of friends who goes to a disco to dance, a group of 3 or 4 male friends. Do they go dancing? Do they love dancing? It's so much fun for them to go to the disco and try out the latest fashion steps, and they come home with a smile saying: UFF I had such a great time dancing today!!! I'm the Jhon Travolta of the new era!. Balls!!!! They're going to look for prey, like Terminator, scanning everything that moves around them of female sex, with their radars on alert, and as professional publicists, they categorize depending on the attractiveness to the supposed victims. ABC1, AB, A, C, what a mess!, and of course, there are different techniques of approach and pretensions, generally aiming for ABC1, but given the circumstances, you can end up having a quiet night with a C, by the statistics!!!. Now let's talk about them a bit, I have several female friends with whom I've shared confidences, and I swear! I felt terrified! They are terribly cruel, cynical, and just as ruthless as men.
They no longer have that social condition of being submissive, respectful, and fearful in front of the powerful man, no! Now they have a voice, vote, and power of choice in any aspect of life (we're talking about Western cultures, not those cave-dwelling Muslims who believe they have the right to treat them like animals through an old book).
Today, women can say: I like this, I don't like that, I want this, I don't want that, although they still struggle with some prejudices. I'm sure that current marriages are no longer the same as those of yesteryear, due to changes related to women's freedoms. I'm not suggesting anything new, but without documenting myself enough and making full use of my razor-sharp wit, I can assure you and even dare to bet that only 10% or less of current marriages will last until old age, whereas in the past, if a couple got married, they were supposed to die together out of obligation! Even if she's been beaten, even if he cheats on her, or even if they don't speak more than just saying: pass me the salt.
Current women no longer swallow it like before, no longer are they forced to remain under the yoke of a cruel husband, an unfaithful husband. Now they have the freedom to decide when to say enough is enough, when to start a new life, and when to end the old one, whether due to abuse, infidelity, or simple boredom.
I've heard girls talk about their boyfriends with such disdain and cynicism that it's terrifying, whereas I never hear boys say: ah, my girlfriend's pussy is super tight or looks like a paella pan! No, no. But women!!! Oh God, they're terrible, making comments like: my boyfriend doesn't know... make me cum, or my boyfriend doesn't know how to use his fingers, or directly, my boyfriend doesn't fuck me! That kind of comment comes out of women's mouths in friend circles with so much ease and impudence and freedom, like they're commenting on what they had for breakfast this morning.
When it comes to infidelity, women are just as unfaithful as men, but they're way better at it, they're professionals! They're like ninjas in the art of infidelity, they can be cheating on their husband with his best friend and nobody would notice, they're incredible at hiding, deceiving, denying, and concealing! And I'm not just saying this, many women have confirmed it to me.
Maybe many readers are right now, apart from telling me off, saying: I've never been unfaithful in my life, nor will I, before I'd rather end the relationship. Hold on! First, I'll never be unfaithful, let's dismiss that. Nobody knows what might happen in the future unless you have powers like Horangel. Second, it may be that you haven't been carnally unfaithful, but in your thoughts? Be honest, yourself, if you!!! Tell me to my face that you've never thought about how you'd sleep with a classmate from university, or your boss, or that guy sitting next to you on the train, even you've gotten wet thinking about how nice it would be to screw the neighbor if nobody found out, but what if someone did find out??? You'd ruin everything you've built so far! Your whole home, your family! God, what a disaster!!!
But look where I'm getting at? You wouldn't do it because it would ruin everything, not because you don't like it, and how many times have you screwed your husband/boyfriend thinking about someone else?. Honestly?...... Ok.
With all the above exposed, I try to convey in these lines that clinging to one person for the rest of your life is something unnatural, I repeat, I don't think it's impossible, but it's something imposed by society, and that passionate love at the beginning transforms over time into a routine affection, into a hard-to-break habit because you haven't I knew something else in all that time. Meanwhile, I keep writing and keep waiting for love to knock on my door, that person who fills my heart and takes my hand to walk the paths of life until we reach the sunset of it and finally rest in their arms.
Hugs!
There is no eternal love. It's an invention. Probably another advertising trick by the church with a hidden meaning... Until death do us part... That's what priests say when they marry a happy couple, who listen to it with their eyes full of emotion, with all their illusions set on a future where they'll live together, have kids, then grandkids, and die holding hands, and probably be buried in a family niche so that those lifeless bodies can stay together for eternity. A load of crap!!!!! That's what it is, a stupid lie, eternal love is a fallacy, a fantasy created by a monogamous social structure where it's considered bad for a woman to try all the dicks she wants and be considered a slut, and where the man who sleeps with a thousand women is the hero of the moment.
Maybe my view is too pessimistic, but you have to admit that my pessimism is based on realism, I'm basing myself directly on real facts, anecdotes, confidences from men and women around me, and of course, my own sad, resigned, and resentful experience.
A man meets a woman, they like each other, obviously first physically, (what matters is what's inside is another stupid story we'll deal with later), once the visual contact is approved on both sides, they start coinciding, liking each other, and developing a relationship that grows, consolidates, and so begins a romance with all the letters. Does it seem perfect? But what happens when they're not together? He's still looking at women on the street, commenting to his friends, what breasts she has, what ass she has, and let's take it to the limit, what if this loving boyfriend, one of these spectacular women approaches him and whispers in his ear: I want to screw vos, how many men can resist that temptation, I'm sure there are some, no doubt, no discussion needed, there must be people capable of resisting, but I wonder something, do they resist because they really don't want to? Or do they resist out of fear of being judged by society?. The worst part of this is that if he really had the rightness to resist that diabolical temptation, afterwards when he's having sex with his lucky girlfriend, he'll be thinking about that piece of ass that heated him up so much, and I ask myself again, how much difference is there between being unfaithful in thought while penetrating his half-orange and having been with another woman?. You can try it out!!, after the act is over, you can tell your partner: My love!!!, do you know that a girl propositioned me for sex today, and I said no, but while we were having sex, I was thinking about her! Don't you mind?. The girlfriend will probably react happily, proud that her loved one didn't cheat on her physically. Men are weaker than women, by nature, men are sexual beings (we're talking about the majority, I know there are those perfect men who only think of their girlfriends and nothing else, while they get it all), a man is someone who if he were the most attractive person in the world and could choose with whom to be would be with anyone, beautiful ones, ugly ones, tall ones, thin ones, fat ones, short ones, any one, without discriminating, why?. Because he's a man. I've been an absolute witness, and don't worry, I won't give names, of friends who have girlfriends who are beautiful, sweet, and practically perfect, but they've cheated on them with true disasters of nature, but because of their condition as men, it doesn't matter if what's in front of them is pretty or ugly, what matters is getting her. By the statistics my friend used to say. If I've also confirmed something, it's that this unfaithful man is only unfaithful with his body, but like a good animal of habit he keeps coming back to his beloved girlfriend, but That doesn't take away from the fact that he needs to be with other women to feed his ego and feel good about himself because he can shout to the world: I still like women! I'm a wild hunter, and my claws are still sharp!
Many times, a man searches for what he lacks in others, for example, having a girlfriend who is sweet, submissive, and politically correct, who fulfills her novelty duties perfectly. That man seeks a true slut, one who is promiscuous, dresses like that, and has sex like that, but also needs to know he can come back whenever he wants to the safe arms of his formal girlfriend.
A man, and in this case, a woman too, as social psychologist Pichon Riviere wrote (one of the few things I remember from my brief university life), is an inconformist by nature, will never see their expectations fulfilled because there will always be a new need. And it's just as certain as water being odorless, colorless, and tasteless.
I was lucky enough to have traveled quite a bit and gotten to know different cultures, but in all of them, I've been able to appreciate the same thing, and the best way to convey it is with a clear example: A 50-year-old married couple. She's fat, disheveled, tired from raising three kids, bored with her life as a housewife where the most adrenaline she gets is when the soap opera starts. He's bald, fat, disheveled because he no longer needs to seduce anyone, he has that solid refuge at home where he comes back every day and waits for a homemade hot meal. Both share a dinner at the restaurant, talk about trivial things, choose the menu, and prepare to eat in silence. She thinks about how lucky she is not to have to cook and wash dishes, maybe even get it on with her husband's fat behind, obviously thinking of her favorite actor. He thinks about the waitress's ass that he knows he'll never be able to get... It's not like he won the lottery, but he'll remember to jerk off afterwards, before going to sleep, with his wife's fat body that can't give him a spontaneous erection like it used to.
Let's think about this same marriage 30 years ago, when they met, both looking at each other intensely, desiring each other, thinking about how to get her and maybe it's time to settle down since she meets all his requirements. She was thinking that finally, she found the man of her life, with whom she wants to form a family, have three kids, and build a home.
What a change, right? That's what I'm pointing out, people grow up, develop, self-reflect, and change! In many aspects, but not in others. That guy still likes the same girls he liked when he was 18 years old, and she still likes those marked abs that she so desired in her erotic dreams of youth.
But they're still together, and my detractors, eternal lovers of love, will say: Of course, they're still together because they love each other beyond physicality. And I'll tell them to go screw themselves! These people are together out of habit!!! Because they have nothing better, because it would cost an egg to start all over again, because it's harder to separate and start a new life than to share the bed for the rest of your life with someone who was one way 30 years ago and is completely different now. That's called comfort! Not love! That's called Habit!
I've known another kind of men, a minority, that don't occupy 99% of their brain in women, but in other activities that replace the accumulated desire they sometimes produce productively and others not so much. This makes me think, for example, about priests, religious men who wear black robes, who must listen to how women are unfaithful, how they've practiced oral sex on their boyfriends or how they've masturbated their neighbors. What a load of crap! They're not going to go around violating boys afterwards???, They're Men!!!!, have physical needs that they suppress according to them with their God's faith, but please!!, there is nothing more unnatural than that!!! It's the same as dedicating one's life to the Lord! Force them to stop pooping or stop producing saliva!!! Then I wonder, why did God give them a member that erects every time some lascivious thought passes through their religious little heads??? Of course, since they can't make public their sexual manifestations, their brains start twisting and they end up becoming horrible characters who hide behind that white necktie that nobody knows the name of. Like Borgia when he was Pope, who deflowered his daughter so no man could desflor her and commit carnal sin with her, all this in the name of the holy Church. What a slut's son!!!. Men do everything they do to be able to screw, to conquer a woman, to enjoy, it reminds me a lot of a joke that said: why did the man go to the moon? Was it for science? No, to see if there was anyone sexy up there!. Let's illustrate it clearly: a group of friends goes out dancing, I'm not talking about going to grab something at a bar., I'm talking about the group of friends who goes to a disco to dance, a group of 3 or 4 male friends. Do they go dancing? Do they love dancing? It's so much fun for them to go to the disco and try out the latest fashion steps, and they come home with a smile saying: UFF I had such a great time dancing today!!! I'm the Jhon Travolta of the new era!. Balls!!!! They're going to look for prey, like Terminator, scanning everything that moves around them of female sex, with their radars on alert, and as professional publicists, they categorize depending on the attractiveness to the supposed victims. ABC1, AB, A, C, what a mess!, and of course, there are different techniques of approach and pretensions, generally aiming for ABC1, but given the circumstances, you can end up having a quiet night with a C, by the statistics!!!. Now let's talk about them a bit, I have several female friends with whom I've shared confidences, and I swear! I felt terrified! They are terribly cruel, cynical, and just as ruthless as men.
They no longer have that social condition of being submissive, respectful, and fearful in front of the powerful man, no! Now they have a voice, vote, and power of choice in any aspect of life (we're talking about Western cultures, not those cave-dwelling Muslims who believe they have the right to treat them like animals through an old book).
Today, women can say: I like this, I don't like that, I want this, I don't want that, although they still struggle with some prejudices. I'm sure that current marriages are no longer the same as those of yesteryear, due to changes related to women's freedoms. I'm not suggesting anything new, but without documenting myself enough and making full use of my razor-sharp wit, I can assure you and even dare to bet that only 10% or less of current marriages will last until old age, whereas in the past, if a couple got married, they were supposed to die together out of obligation! Even if she's been beaten, even if he cheats on her, or even if they don't speak more than just saying: pass me the salt.
Current women no longer swallow it like before, no longer are they forced to remain under the yoke of a cruel husband, an unfaithful husband. Now they have the freedom to decide when to say enough is enough, when to start a new life, and when to end the old one, whether due to abuse, infidelity, or simple boredom.
I've heard girls talk about their boyfriends with such disdain and cynicism that it's terrifying, whereas I never hear boys say: ah, my girlfriend's pussy is super tight or looks like a paella pan! No, no. But women!!! Oh God, they're terrible, making comments like: my boyfriend doesn't know... make me cum, or my boyfriend doesn't know how to use his fingers, or directly, my boyfriend doesn't fuck me! That kind of comment comes out of women's mouths in friend circles with so much ease and impudence and freedom, like they're commenting on what they had for breakfast this morning.
When it comes to infidelity, women are just as unfaithful as men, but they're way better at it, they're professionals! They're like ninjas in the art of infidelity, they can be cheating on their husband with his best friend and nobody would notice, they're incredible at hiding, deceiving, denying, and concealing! And I'm not just saying this, many women have confirmed it to me.
Maybe many readers are right now, apart from telling me off, saying: I've never been unfaithful in my life, nor will I, before I'd rather end the relationship. Hold on! First, I'll never be unfaithful, let's dismiss that. Nobody knows what might happen in the future unless you have powers like Horangel. Second, it may be that you haven't been carnally unfaithful, but in your thoughts? Be honest, yourself, if you!!! Tell me to my face that you've never thought about how you'd sleep with a classmate from university, or your boss, or that guy sitting next to you on the train, even you've gotten wet thinking about how nice it would be to screw the neighbor if nobody found out, but what if someone did find out??? You'd ruin everything you've built so far! Your whole home, your family! God, what a disaster!!!
But look where I'm getting at? You wouldn't do it because it would ruin everything, not because you don't like it, and how many times have you screwed your husband/boyfriend thinking about someone else?. Honestly?...... Ok.
With all the above exposed, I try to convey in these lines that clinging to one person for the rest of your life is something unnatural, I repeat, I don't think it's impossible, but it's something imposed by society, and that passionate love at the beginning transforms over time into a routine affection, into a hard-to-break habit because you haven't I knew something else in all that time. Meanwhile, I keep writing and keep waiting for love to knock on my door, that person who fills my heart and takes my hand to walk the paths of life until we reach the sunset of it and finally rest in their arms.
7 comentários - There is no eternal love!
si esw gorda que tal lo hace esta y si es flaca haber como lo hace o se siente
rico hacerlo con muy buenos deseos y dedicacion...............
gracias por tu post! me ha gustado mucho.
Debo agregar que fui víctima de un engaño por parte de mi mujer con quien llevo mas de doce años juntos y con quien tengo hijas. Descubrí su engaño por un "error" al dejar su fbk y su correo abierto cosa que me permitió ver sus mas íntimos DETALLES a la hora de amar pero no conmigo, uno de esos fantasmitas (exnoviecito anterior a que me conociera) vino, le enredó el oído -como después me lo confirmó- y listo, banquete servido... Aunque uno caiga en ciertos temas monotemáticos en la relación, también uno debería tener la primera posibilidad de cambio antes que ella opte por cambiarlo a uno... parece ser que esto ya había terminado y como herido estuve, aproveché y le dejé mi número celular al tipejo y le dije que lo había descubierto y que pusiera la cara y me llamar. El imbécil me llamó como a,los quince días diciéndome que ya no iba a molestar mas pero la verdad no le creo... ni tampoco le creo a mi mujer que aunque estemos juntos YA SE QUEBRANTÓ mi lealtad hacia ella y no la puedo ver como cuando me enamoré de ella... quizás estoy buscando una forma de compensación que sería lo mas habitual porque si estamos juntos es mas por las hijas que tenemos que crecerían en un hogar roto... prefiero guardarme esto y tener mi relación extramatrimonial ya "legalizada" por la infidelidad y traición de mi "amada" y esperar a que estén mayores y les pueda decir frente a frente lo que pasó y que es hora de separarme y yo creo que mi queridísima esposa también lo piensa así pero esta vez no le voy a dar papaya y aunque esté dispuesta a renunciar a todo y esté arrepentida y con el remordimiento por haberme hecho esto, yo también se que lo hace porque me fije de lo que realmente pasaba por su mente y su corazón cuando desnudé sus sentimientos a flor de piel... es que leer tantas cosas bonitas y únicas que le hacen sentir es difícil porque a mi también una vez me dijo y escribió lo mismo... no se si se va a arrepentir pero de lo que si estoy seguro es que de aquí algo ya se rompió y nunca se va a poder recuperar... ¡CONFIANZA!
Ahora veamos un poco sobre esto de querer cogerse a todo el mundo. siento que hay trampas en ese escrito. Con esto de engañar con la mente. Debería tener el mismo peso que tu novio o novia quiera garcharse a brad o angelina que si quisiera cogerse a tu amiga o amigo del laburo. La amenaza esta cerca y pesa mas. Igualmente si una hace la distincion entre sexo y sentimiento creo que esto de infiel pierde su peso. Hay parejas que son felices cogiendo con otros porque lo que los une son otras cosas.
Hijos que tema eso, no? seguir con tu pareja por los hijos? Pero salgo a cogerme a otro porque vos me fuiste infiel? naaaa. Uno no quiere reconocer que perdona esa falta de respeto del otro. Hasta podría cambiar para bien a la pareja. El tema es dar ese salto. Creo que cuernos se arreglan con cuernos. Y despues ven que pasa.
Esta bueno el escrito hace pensar muchas cosas. Pero cero que esta un poco despechado. De hecho hay en esta comunidad hay de todo no? muchas parejeas que buscan a mas chicos y chicas pero con su pareja al lado. Comparten sexo, pero se guardan algo para ellos y solo para ellos. Eso el escrito no dice o si?