In my previous account, the gentlemen @Kakaroto2017; @masaviey ; @chalarama and @Alefirevillage agreed on a request. They wanted to know how the game started with the kiosquero. Maybe because they want to discover the secrets of how I got up. Or to know the tricks of the kiosquero to make a girl come.
Nothing like that. A young boy, privately -that's why I won't mention him- asked me if I was romantic or 100% sexual. At this point, I think it's clear that I have a severe addiction to sex. But don't worry. It's an addiction I enjoy. Like enjoying reading them and sharing some stories with you all.
But I'm getting off topic.
I don't want to scandalize anyone, neither with this one nor with any other story. What I'm going to tell is very natural. More than what many people believe. And I'm sure that many friends of this page will feel reflected in what I'm going to tell. It's a very personal, very real topic, it's part of my story and not subject to the judgment of others.
It was in the old family department, and I hadn't started primary school yet. This is clear to me because if not, I would be at school by then. So I'd be wandering around five years old, and the memory is vivid, photographic, sensory. I was listening to my dad's voice and mom's while she cooked, chopped onion or prepared a sauce, and he gave her a lecture.
That scene would produce urgent needs in my little girl's body, which I always resolved the same way: locking myself in the bathroom. The inexplicable, intense tickles provoked an uncontrollable desire to caress myself, to rub my clit.
So then I was leaning against the bathroom door to prevent them from opening it, I would let myself fall until I ended up on my knees, and there I would rub with the tip of my index finger, my clitoris, until I felt the electric shocks that ran through my body. And at each movement, more shocks, and at each shock, a new spasm that ran through my body.
What do I want to say with this? That I was 100 percent sexual since very young.
But some of you are very young. There was a movie that shook me up and changed my life forever. It was called The Last Tango in Paris. Those who saw it know what I'm talking about. And those who didn't see it don't know what they're waiting for to see it. Besides being sensual, erotic, hot, it's a work of art.
It was not easy to see it. It was banned for a long time. And back then -don't laugh at the younger ones- the only way was to rent it on video in a video store, in VHS format.
When I went to return it, I needed to advance in my experiences. But the video store owner gave me a turn-off. Thinking about it now, I'm sure he was a sick pervert.
So I went to my kiosk attendant, the one who served me as a girl. The one who noticed the changes in my body and told me about it. The one who didn't have to do anything. I went straight up and told him if he could let me pass. When he asked why you wanted to pass, I replied because I had a surprise for you. And he didn't object. He let himself be done. Until Marlon Brandon wanted to make himself.
But I'll tell that to them later. It was the story I wanted to tell you today, but you asked for this one.
Nothing like that. A young boy, privately -that's why I won't mention him- asked me if I was romantic or 100% sexual. At this point, I think it's clear that I have a severe addiction to sex. But don't worry. It's an addiction I enjoy. Like enjoying reading them and sharing some stories with you all.
But I'm getting off topic.
I don't want to scandalize anyone, neither with this one nor with any other story. What I'm going to tell is very natural. More than what many people believe. And I'm sure that many friends of this page will feel reflected in what I'm going to tell. It's a very personal, very real topic, it's part of my story and not subject to the judgment of others.
It was in the old family department, and I hadn't started primary school yet. This is clear to me because if not, I would be at school by then. So I'd be wandering around five years old, and the memory is vivid, photographic, sensory. I was listening to my dad's voice and mom's while she cooked, chopped onion or prepared a sauce, and he gave her a lecture.
That scene would produce urgent needs in my little girl's body, which I always resolved the same way: locking myself in the bathroom. The inexplicable, intense tickles provoked an uncontrollable desire to caress myself, to rub my clit.
So then I was leaning against the bathroom door to prevent them from opening it, I would let myself fall until I ended up on my knees, and there I would rub with the tip of my index finger, my clitoris, until I felt the electric shocks that ran through my body. And at each movement, more shocks, and at each shock, a new spasm that ran through my body.
What do I want to say with this? That I was 100 percent sexual since very young.
But some of you are very young. There was a movie that shook me up and changed my life forever. It was called The Last Tango in Paris. Those who saw it know what I'm talking about. And those who didn't see it don't know what they're waiting for to see it. Besides being sensual, erotic, hot, it's a work of art.
It was not easy to see it. It was banned for a long time. And back then -don't laugh at the younger ones- the only way was to rent it on video in a video store, in VHS format.
When I went to return it, I needed to advance in my experiences. But the video store owner gave me a turn-off. Thinking about it now, I'm sure he was a sick pervert.
So I went to my kiosk attendant, the one who served me as a girl. The one who noticed the changes in my body and told me about it. The one who didn't have to do anything. I went straight up and told him if he could let me pass. When he asked why you wanted to pass, I replied because I had a surprise for you. And he didn't object. He let himself be done. Until Marlon Brandon wanted to make himself.
But I'll tell that to them later. It was the story I wanted to tell you today, but you asked for this one.
11 comentários - The first blow job and the last tango...
Con tus relatos lo q obtengo es alimentar el morbo
pero satisfecho el nene?
no queria pasar por loca... yo se que es muy común entre algunas de nosotras!