One day curiosity killed the slut and I had to dig into things I usually didn't do. A mail with someone else sends some points, some with sweeter words and others more animated. I tried. If I liked it. Although there were things that didn't close. Desire, what's forbidden, or what's unusual worked perfectly, almost like a voyeur; but immersed in a bizarre world that became addictive. It didn't take much time until I felt certainly unconform...and even saw the need to talk and get to know the other person. Who also warmed me up! But what was I supposed to see beyond the penis; the dirt; the vulgarity; that's understood; those are the rules for playing. And one day. I lost interest. Not desire? No. I needed to see the person behind. That converged in a mix of ardent desires and an unsustainable sweetness. That day. It will be hard to forget. Because not only does it satisfy me, but also gives me smiles.
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