I am only the product of a night of drunkards, my parents would spend arguing until physical aggression reached its limit, they truly hated each other.
My mother spent her life smoking in front of the TV, Papa lived off handouts, just to survive, and the few pesos he earned were spent on alcohol, he was always drunk when he came home, and it was only problems after problems.
I lived immersed in that farce of a family, many times Papa would hit Mom, abusing his masculine strength, but other times, when he got lost in his drinks, Mom would take revenge.
The blows, the screams, the makeups, the broken things at home were common currency.
I was only seven years old when I saw my mother for the last time, she just disappeared from our lives, tired of that loser life, one day she packed her suitcase and just left, despite all the threats Papa threw at her shoulders.
Papa and I kept going but things only got worse, I became the center of all his insults and frustrations, because Mom had abandoned him because of me, because he was stuck in that life because of me, because of me alone.
I had taken my mother's place with the difference that I was in inferior conditions, I was just her daughter.
Things went downhill, everything lost its sense, he started bringing whores home, he lived outside himself, they had relationships without caring if I saw them, and by ten years old, when girls still play with dolls, I already knew almost everything about sex, never hated anyone as much as I hated my father. Sometimes some prostitute would pity me but she was only selling her time.
Soon my rebellions, confrontations, and he wasn't willing to repeat the days he lived with my mother, he noticed that I was becoming a woman and had all the hatred of so many miserable years inside me.
Our story was broken and nothing would change. That. I was 14 when they made me accompany them, we took a train and stopped at a place I didn't know, went with some weird guys, whom I distrusted, they looked at me like someone buying livestock, 'has a future' they said, I didn't understand what was happening but saw how they gave several tickets to my father, the only one counted them, turned around and left without even looking at me or saying a word.
One of the guys grabbed my wrist to make me follow him. In summary, dad had sold me to some pimps who took me to a nightclub. It was disgusting to endure how they examined my teeth, butt, and developing breasts, they groped me a bit and I reacted like a wild colt, spat at them and they just laughed, 'she's feisty, we'll domesticate her...', that's what they said, talking about me as their new project, calculating how much money they'd make with someone so young and obviously still a virgin.
They explained how things worked in that hellish town, if I didn't work, I wouldn't eat, my luck would depend on my work. They called one of the women, Sara, who was the trusted woman, right-hand man, to 'educate' me.
She showed me around, explained the stage where girls danced, told me they'd teach me everything about pole dance and said the guys went every night to leave their tickets while having a beer.
She told me I'd get used to that world, sooner or later everyone gets used to it, also confessed that dancing was good but it was only the beginning, the money came from the private shows on the sides, simply if 'you hooked someone' you took them to that place and did what they asked you to do, just basic private dancing for the guy to masturbate, cheapest thing, still sucking a cock, then oral and vaginal. And the most expensive was the complete one that included anal, besides other perversions it depended on each one. My 15th birthday gift was debuting on that catwalk, almost naked and feeling the hands of strangers putting bills in my thong, I already had a striking body and developing breasts and felt for the first time the life I would have ahead, dancing in high heels, with panties buried in my ass, with my tits bare only for unknown strangers.
I know you're thinking about laws, prostitution, minority age, to hell with all that trash that sounds very nice on a TV program, like it was called Ciervo Tuerto, where everyone ate from the same plate, like pigs rolling around in a pigsty, police officers, politicians and judges fought over the girls for rent.
There was no place to flee, to escape, and being in that filthy place was just a way to survive.
At 20, I already had a good reputation, standing out as more beautiful than the average girl, I was a woman with very good tits and my sensuality drove men crazy, Evaristo and Sandro, the guys who had put money on my father's back, were recovering it with interest through the sweat of my pussy.
And my fame also passed for what happened in private rooms, I was a sex machine, all for money, I sucked between five and eight cocks every night, every day, every week, every month, every year. For money, I did everything, vaginal, anal, perverse, sadistic, I made the wife of the commissioner corned, several politicians, businessmen, and although it seems incredible, very secretly attended to Father Aldo, the priest from the village, who had terrible problems with conscience, who would take me until his condom was full of semen, suck my tits in an unhealthy way, then he would kneel down and I would have to whip him for the guilt I felt.
At 27, I was on top of the wave, had the central night number and I... There had converted into the precious jewel of the One-Eyed Stag, Evaristo had died in an accident, so Sandro was at the front and filling up with bills, he no longer wanted to go to the private rooms and I had become demanding, not many could pay my rates and I knew I had to enjoy my stardom while it lasted, I was aware that there were some new young girls coming in pushing very hard from below.
It was when Matías Cervantes appeared in my life, a forestry businessman who was passing through the village, with some projects, with money to make more money. The night brought him to visit the One-Eyed Stag and he wouldn't take long to catch his attention, a forty-year-old man, well-dressed, elegant, with prematurely gray hair and dangerous blue eyes. We didn't take long to go to one of the private rooms, he asked me to dance for him and let time flow, maybe a good blow job wouldn't be bad.
I closed the curtains, only a faint red light illuminated the reduced space and the air conditioning gave a little relief to the high temperatures of the place. Matías was wearing a soft, super-adherent T-shirt that clung to his body, I could notice that for his age he had a well-defined chest and belly, it was evident that he spent long hours at the gym, also something striking, dark blue pants and jacket, no one dressed so elegantly to drink some shots and pay for a occasional prostitute. He smelled very good, very tasty, with a perfume I guessed was too expensive.
I was almost naked, that night I had boots up to my knee, with more than twenty centimeters of heel, a thong made of dental floss in gold barely covered my pussy, my bare breasts, my hair tied back, rings and sensual makeup with long fake eyelashes.
I only started moving my hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music, sensual, provocative, I immediately noticed how Matías's eyes irretrievably lost themselves admiring the size of my tits, he whispered that my nipples were beautiful and He tried to caress them. I only backed up far enough for him not to touch them, just enough and necessary for his stretching arm to have his restless fingers centimeters from my skin, I was still moving and gave him a smile, he seeing my reaction whispered to me:
Do you like playing hard to get?
It was when I got down on my knees and walked towards him on all fours like a tiger, he opened his legs and let me advance, I kissed his sex above the pants, noticed a yummy contained hardness, looked at him with fixed eyes, burning him with my gaze, my expert hands loosened his belt, released the button and lowered the zipper, then pulled out his cock of normal size, slightly small, started to masturbate it, normally I should have put on a condom, but I didn't, in years as a prostitute this would be the first time, it was a feminine instinct.
I lowered my face and started sucking him very tasty, I always did it to the client's liking and noticed he pushed my head down giving me to understand that he wanted me to eat it all, push a little and another little more until my lips reached his testicles, felt his gland caressing my throat and stayed playing slowly, very slowly, without hurry or pause, I was the best in the place and he was trying it.
I felt his moans, felt his contractions, just kept playing, just let him come, my mouth filled with his warm semen, tried not to swallow all but ended up like a horse, I just kept playing until nothing more came out of his cock.
My mouth was still full when he looked at me recovering his breath then I let the mixture fall slowly from my lips, down my neck, over my breasts and nipples, Matías took me to his side, face to face, opened my legs and sat on his, my breasts were at the height of his face and let him eat them with kisses and bites, his hands grabbed my glutes and for the first time, the cold sexual machine I had transformed into was having problems, I felt my whole life shaking beside it, it was hypnotic, I searched for its mouth with mine and we merged in a huge kiss in which I felt its tongue going all the way to the bottom of my throat.
In the best part, Matías moved me away from his side and said
Enough for today.
At the same time as he counted out his bills to pay for my services, I was used to this, things ended like this but for some strange reason I told him to come back and visit me again.
I'll never forget when I went to bed and thought about everything that had happened, I had kissed him and my rule was not to kiss anyone in the mouth ever, but Matías was different, he caressed my nipples without wanting to, and caressed my curves imagining that he was caressing me, I lowered my thong, my vagina was all wet, I caressed my huge clitoris by touch, what a mess, I rolled onto my side, feeling my juices dripping down my legs, I put my fingers in my pussy and masturbated wildly with ferocity and didn't stop until I had an enormous orgasm.
I brought my index and ring fingers from the depths of my sex to the depths of my mouth, I liked my taste, I liked how it tasted and every time I masturbated I ended up drinking my own juices, only this time, I imagined it was Matías licking my fingers.
As the days went by, Matías would become a habit in my life, he would visit me night after night and spend fortunes on my company, he paid for oral, vaginal, and anal sex, one, ten, a hundred times. We talked a lot, I told him my life story, about my childhood, how I ended up where I was, he told me about his frigid wife whom he no longer loved and how they would cheat on each other, also about his children, and also about his projects, he said he was a wanderer and only looked for opportunities and businesses, and he said that since he had arrived, someday he would leave.
He only had sweet words for my person, he brought me gifts every night, after my show and before sex, he would give me some chocolates, I would tease him because I would gain weight but certainly they became irresistible to me.
He would ask me if I would go with him if the opportunity arose, even told me he loved me.
And Matías gave me wings to believe, he said I was special, unique, didn't want me to have sex with anyone else except him and I only sank without realizing it, it was late when I realized what was happening, I committed the mistake that a woman of my target cannot commit, I had fallen in love with my client, I believed the Cinderella story and saw him as the perfect prince with whom all women dream sometimes.
For the first time in my life as a prostitute, I stopped using condoms, for the first time someone filled my vagina with semen and for the first time I didn't feel disgusted when a man touched me, for the first time I felt butterflies in my stomach, for the first time I felt like a woman in that miserable life I was living and for the first time my orgasms were not fake.
The pregnancy arrived, I didn't seek it, it just came, and it was when my crystal castle shattered.
I would meet the real Matías, the businessman, cold and calculating, when he told me I would be a father he started laughing, he's going to be a father? what a joke, that I would be a mother didn't imply that he would be
father, I couldn't make him jokes that bad taste if I was just a prostitute who slept with anyone, what would be the chances he'd be my father? one in a hundred?' What was I going to tell him? did it even make sense? it broke my heart, mine was just a stupid love act, and if well he kept coming to the pub for a while, we never spoke again, I just felt sick being near him and would cry like an idiot, he had made it very clear, I was just a common prostitute. The next topic would be facing Sandro, I was already thirty and tired of that life, besides a pregnant woman wouldn't fit in that place. He listened attentively and his proposal was logical, always the same thing, an abortion, he had connections with a couple of doctors who happened to be clients at Ciervo Tuerto and always took care of the girls who messed up, as he said. But I didn't want to abort, what I had in my belly was the fruit of my love, of my illusion and I proposed a crazy thing, keep dancing, no matter how, letting the customers see my belly grow little by little. I didn't convince him right away, actually Sandro refused to give me his okay, but he knew he owed me one, naturally I should have hated him for the life he'd given me, but I assume I was happier with the girls than with my own parents. After the first days of natural nausea, my belly started growing slowly and I swear those were the happiest days of my life, nobody danced with a pregnancy, nobody had sex at Ciervo Tuerto with a pregnancy, however the guys went crazy, paid fortunes to get it on with an pregnant woman, many enjoyed shooting their semen onto my belly and I was a pioneer in the place doing pool dance with a huge belly. I felt happy, wanted to live my present and enjoy my nine moons fully, I wasn't interested in the future that was coming, thinking ' what would I do with a girl? because I already knew she was a girl.
I was in my eighth month of pregnancy, feeling Malena's restless movements in my womb, as anxious as the mother, and those days had the good fortune that no one has, Sandro came with health problems, they found him with fulminant prostate cancer, there wasn't much to do, he lived with morphine overdoses to withstand the pains of an uncontrollable metastasis, the future of the One-Eyed Deer was adrift and Berenice, a black-skinned girl like the night, came to occupy my place, she was simply perfect and the guys from town fell in love with that special body, outside the common, my sunset had arrived.
My last dance was just two days before giving birth, with 15 extra pounds, I felt beautiful, doing a dance on the canal completely naked, with my huge belly, showing my sex to whoever wanted to see it, and feeling the whistles amidst the aroma of cigars and sounds of beer bottles, and I knew it would be my farewell to that antro, I didn't think I'd come back and only sought my moment to escape from that eternal prison.
The birth arrived, everything was wonderful and barely could I stand up took a train with an uncertain destination, while the farther away the better.
Today Malena is five years old and already attends her first school years, she's my reason for living and I give her all the love I lacked in my childhood, for her I'm a perfect mom, one day I'll have to sit down and tell her about my life, and who was her father.
Among other things that help me make a living, today I dedicate my time to an NGO, rescuing girls like me from homes where there's no love and corrupt brothels like the One-Eyed Deer, where innocent little ones are forced to prostitute themselves when they should still be playing with dolls.
If you liked this story, you can write me with title '9 LUNAS, MIS DIAS MAS FELICES' at dulces.placeres@live.com
My mother spent her life smoking in front of the TV, Papa lived off handouts, just to survive, and the few pesos he earned were spent on alcohol, he was always drunk when he came home, and it was only problems after problems.
I lived immersed in that farce of a family, many times Papa would hit Mom, abusing his masculine strength, but other times, when he got lost in his drinks, Mom would take revenge.
The blows, the screams, the makeups, the broken things at home were common currency.
I was only seven years old when I saw my mother for the last time, she just disappeared from our lives, tired of that loser life, one day she packed her suitcase and just left, despite all the threats Papa threw at her shoulders.
Papa and I kept going but things only got worse, I became the center of all his insults and frustrations, because Mom had abandoned him because of me, because he was stuck in that life because of me, because of me alone.
I had taken my mother's place with the difference that I was in inferior conditions, I was just her daughter.
Things went downhill, everything lost its sense, he started bringing whores home, he lived outside himself, they had relationships without caring if I saw them, and by ten years old, when girls still play with dolls, I already knew almost everything about sex, never hated anyone as much as I hated my father. Sometimes some prostitute would pity me but she was only selling her time.
Soon my rebellions, confrontations, and he wasn't willing to repeat the days he lived with my mother, he noticed that I was becoming a woman and had all the hatred of so many miserable years inside me.
Our story was broken and nothing would change. That. I was 14 when they made me accompany them, we took a train and stopped at a place I didn't know, went with some weird guys, whom I distrusted, they looked at me like someone buying livestock, 'has a future' they said, I didn't understand what was happening but saw how they gave several tickets to my father, the only one counted them, turned around and left without even looking at me or saying a word.
One of the guys grabbed my wrist to make me follow him. In summary, dad had sold me to some pimps who took me to a nightclub. It was disgusting to endure how they examined my teeth, butt, and developing breasts, they groped me a bit and I reacted like a wild colt, spat at them and they just laughed, 'she's feisty, we'll domesticate her...', that's what they said, talking about me as their new project, calculating how much money they'd make with someone so young and obviously still a virgin.
They explained how things worked in that hellish town, if I didn't work, I wouldn't eat, my luck would depend on my work. They called one of the women, Sara, who was the trusted woman, right-hand man, to 'educate' me.
She showed me around, explained the stage where girls danced, told me they'd teach me everything about pole dance and said the guys went every night to leave their tickets while having a beer.
She told me I'd get used to that world, sooner or later everyone gets used to it, also confessed that dancing was good but it was only the beginning, the money came from the private shows on the sides, simply if 'you hooked someone' you took them to that place and did what they asked you to do, just basic private dancing for the guy to masturbate, cheapest thing, still sucking a cock, then oral and vaginal. And the most expensive was the complete one that included anal, besides other perversions it depended on each one. My 15th birthday gift was debuting on that catwalk, almost naked and feeling the hands of strangers putting bills in my thong, I already had a striking body and developing breasts and felt for the first time the life I would have ahead, dancing in high heels, with panties buried in my ass, with my tits bare only for unknown strangers.
I know you're thinking about laws, prostitution, minority age, to hell with all that trash that sounds very nice on a TV program, like it was called Ciervo Tuerto, where everyone ate from the same plate, like pigs rolling around in a pigsty, police officers, politicians and judges fought over the girls for rent.
There was no place to flee, to escape, and being in that filthy place was just a way to survive.
At 20, I already had a good reputation, standing out as more beautiful than the average girl, I was a woman with very good tits and my sensuality drove men crazy, Evaristo and Sandro, the guys who had put money on my father's back, were recovering it with interest through the sweat of my pussy.
And my fame also passed for what happened in private rooms, I was a sex machine, all for money, I sucked between five and eight cocks every night, every day, every week, every month, every year. For money, I did everything, vaginal, anal, perverse, sadistic, I made the wife of the commissioner corned, several politicians, businessmen, and although it seems incredible, very secretly attended to Father Aldo, the priest from the village, who had terrible problems with conscience, who would take me until his condom was full of semen, suck my tits in an unhealthy way, then he would kneel down and I would have to whip him for the guilt I felt.
At 27, I was on top of the wave, had the central night number and I... There had converted into the precious jewel of the One-Eyed Stag, Evaristo had died in an accident, so Sandro was at the front and filling up with bills, he no longer wanted to go to the private rooms and I had become demanding, not many could pay my rates and I knew I had to enjoy my stardom while it lasted, I was aware that there were some new young girls coming in pushing very hard from below.
It was when Matías Cervantes appeared in my life, a forestry businessman who was passing through the village, with some projects, with money to make more money. The night brought him to visit the One-Eyed Stag and he wouldn't take long to catch his attention, a forty-year-old man, well-dressed, elegant, with prematurely gray hair and dangerous blue eyes. We didn't take long to go to one of the private rooms, he asked me to dance for him and let time flow, maybe a good blow job wouldn't be bad.
I closed the curtains, only a faint red light illuminated the reduced space and the air conditioning gave a little relief to the high temperatures of the place. Matías was wearing a soft, super-adherent T-shirt that clung to his body, I could notice that for his age he had a well-defined chest and belly, it was evident that he spent long hours at the gym, also something striking, dark blue pants and jacket, no one dressed so elegantly to drink some shots and pay for a occasional prostitute. He smelled very good, very tasty, with a perfume I guessed was too expensive.
I was almost naked, that night I had boots up to my knee, with more than twenty centimeters of heel, a thong made of dental floss in gold barely covered my pussy, my bare breasts, my hair tied back, rings and sensual makeup with long fake eyelashes.
I only started moving my hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music, sensual, provocative, I immediately noticed how Matías's eyes irretrievably lost themselves admiring the size of my tits, he whispered that my nipples were beautiful and He tried to caress them. I only backed up far enough for him not to touch them, just enough and necessary for his stretching arm to have his restless fingers centimeters from my skin, I was still moving and gave him a smile, he seeing my reaction whispered to me:
Do you like playing hard to get?
It was when I got down on my knees and walked towards him on all fours like a tiger, he opened his legs and let me advance, I kissed his sex above the pants, noticed a yummy contained hardness, looked at him with fixed eyes, burning him with my gaze, my expert hands loosened his belt, released the button and lowered the zipper, then pulled out his cock of normal size, slightly small, started to masturbate it, normally I should have put on a condom, but I didn't, in years as a prostitute this would be the first time, it was a feminine instinct.
I lowered my face and started sucking him very tasty, I always did it to the client's liking and noticed he pushed my head down giving me to understand that he wanted me to eat it all, push a little and another little more until my lips reached his testicles, felt his gland caressing my throat and stayed playing slowly, very slowly, without hurry or pause, I was the best in the place and he was trying it.
I felt his moans, felt his contractions, just kept playing, just let him come, my mouth filled with his warm semen, tried not to swallow all but ended up like a horse, I just kept playing until nothing more came out of his cock.
My mouth was still full when he looked at me recovering his breath then I let the mixture fall slowly from my lips, down my neck, over my breasts and nipples, Matías took me to his side, face to face, opened my legs and sat on his, my breasts were at the height of his face and let him eat them with kisses and bites, his hands grabbed my glutes and for the first time, the cold sexual machine I had transformed into was having problems, I felt my whole life shaking beside it, it was hypnotic, I searched for its mouth with mine and we merged in a huge kiss in which I felt its tongue going all the way to the bottom of my throat.
In the best part, Matías moved me away from his side and said
Enough for today.
At the same time as he counted out his bills to pay for my services, I was used to this, things ended like this but for some strange reason I told him to come back and visit me again.
I'll never forget when I went to bed and thought about everything that had happened, I had kissed him and my rule was not to kiss anyone in the mouth ever, but Matías was different, he caressed my nipples without wanting to, and caressed my curves imagining that he was caressing me, I lowered my thong, my vagina was all wet, I caressed my huge clitoris by touch, what a mess, I rolled onto my side, feeling my juices dripping down my legs, I put my fingers in my pussy and masturbated wildly with ferocity and didn't stop until I had an enormous orgasm.
I brought my index and ring fingers from the depths of my sex to the depths of my mouth, I liked my taste, I liked how it tasted and every time I masturbated I ended up drinking my own juices, only this time, I imagined it was Matías licking my fingers.
As the days went by, Matías would become a habit in my life, he would visit me night after night and spend fortunes on my company, he paid for oral, vaginal, and anal sex, one, ten, a hundred times. We talked a lot, I told him my life story, about my childhood, how I ended up where I was, he told me about his frigid wife whom he no longer loved and how they would cheat on each other, also about his children, and also about his projects, he said he was a wanderer and only looked for opportunities and businesses, and he said that since he had arrived, someday he would leave. He only had sweet words for my person, he brought me gifts every night, after my show and before sex, he would give me some chocolates, I would tease him because I would gain weight but certainly they became irresistible to me.
He would ask me if I would go with him if the opportunity arose, even told me he loved me.
And Matías gave me wings to believe, he said I was special, unique, didn't want me to have sex with anyone else except him and I only sank without realizing it, it was late when I realized what was happening, I committed the mistake that a woman of my target cannot commit, I had fallen in love with my client, I believed the Cinderella story and saw him as the perfect prince with whom all women dream sometimes.
For the first time in my life as a prostitute, I stopped using condoms, for the first time someone filled my vagina with semen and for the first time I didn't feel disgusted when a man touched me, for the first time I felt butterflies in my stomach, for the first time I felt like a woman in that miserable life I was living and for the first time my orgasms were not fake.
The pregnancy arrived, I didn't seek it, it just came, and it was when my crystal castle shattered.
I would meet the real Matías, the businessman, cold and calculating, when he told me I would be a father he started laughing, he's going to be a father? what a joke, that I would be a mother didn't imply that he would be
father, I couldn't make him jokes that bad taste if I was just a prostitute who slept with anyone, what would be the chances he'd be my father? one in a hundred?' What was I going to tell him? did it even make sense? it broke my heart, mine was just a stupid love act, and if well he kept coming to the pub for a while, we never spoke again, I just felt sick being near him and would cry like an idiot, he had made it very clear, I was just a common prostitute. The next topic would be facing Sandro, I was already thirty and tired of that life, besides a pregnant woman wouldn't fit in that place. He listened attentively and his proposal was logical, always the same thing, an abortion, he had connections with a couple of doctors who happened to be clients at Ciervo Tuerto and always took care of the girls who messed up, as he said. But I didn't want to abort, what I had in my belly was the fruit of my love, of my illusion and I proposed a crazy thing, keep dancing, no matter how, letting the customers see my belly grow little by little. I didn't convince him right away, actually Sandro refused to give me his okay, but he knew he owed me one, naturally I should have hated him for the life he'd given me, but I assume I was happier with the girls than with my own parents. After the first days of natural nausea, my belly started growing slowly and I swear those were the happiest days of my life, nobody danced with a pregnancy, nobody had sex at Ciervo Tuerto with a pregnancy, however the guys went crazy, paid fortunes to get it on with an pregnant woman, many enjoyed shooting their semen onto my belly and I was a pioneer in the place doing pool dance with a huge belly. I felt happy, wanted to live my present and enjoy my nine moons fully, I wasn't interested in the future that was coming, thinking ' what would I do with a girl? because I already knew she was a girl.
I was in my eighth month of pregnancy, feeling Malena's restless movements in my womb, as anxious as the mother, and those days had the good fortune that no one has, Sandro came with health problems, they found him with fulminant prostate cancer, there wasn't much to do, he lived with morphine overdoses to withstand the pains of an uncontrollable metastasis, the future of the One-Eyed Deer was adrift and Berenice, a black-skinned girl like the night, came to occupy my place, she was simply perfect and the guys from town fell in love with that special body, outside the common, my sunset had arrived.
My last dance was just two days before giving birth, with 15 extra pounds, I felt beautiful, doing a dance on the canal completely naked, with my huge belly, showing my sex to whoever wanted to see it, and feeling the whistles amidst the aroma of cigars and sounds of beer bottles, and I knew it would be my farewell to that antro, I didn't think I'd come back and only sought my moment to escape from that eternal prison.
The birth arrived, everything was wonderful and barely could I stand up took a train with an uncertain destination, while the farther away the better.
Today Malena is five years old and already attends her first school years, she's my reason for living and I give her all the love I lacked in my childhood, for her I'm a perfect mom, one day I'll have to sit down and tell her about my life, and who was her father.
Among other things that help me make a living, today I dedicate my time to an NGO, rescuing girls like me from homes where there's no love and corrupt brothels like the One-Eyed Deer, where innocent little ones are forced to prostitute themselves when they should still be playing with dolls.
If you liked this story, you can write me with title '9 LUNAS, MIS DIAS MAS FELICES' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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