Single Woman

(It doesn't serve for masturbation, the one who warns does not betray) Antonio is a jerk. And it's true. He was my first boyfriend. My first time was with him. My only partner. My first jerk. My Voldemort . Antonio didn't know how to have sex. And I less so. Antonio would put his cock in when he wanted. He'd do what was necessary. Finish and goodbye. Turn over and sleep. Me? Fine, thanks. The first years I stayed boiling with a knot in my intestines. Didn't touch me because it was from whores. Yes. I know. I was very ignorant. Had no one to ask. Until I discovered the internet. It was a fight Antonio wanted to put at home. But I broke his balls until he bought a computer for 900 installments and contracted Speedy. I was alone for a long time, started reading and watching porn videos. And that's how I found out I had clitorises and nothing would happen if I touched myself. I became addicted. I masturbated two or three times a day. Started looking for Antonio. Wanted to try what I saw in the videos. Big mistake. Didn't want his wife to be a slut . Felt like crap. Ended up crying with a work colleague. Who luckily knew more than me. And started explaining that women also come. That it's normal to get wet. And it's not a slut for wanting to enjoy. It was Antonio who was a misogynistic jerk. We started having sparks. Gave him an ultimatum. Either change or we're done. He lasted a month before giving in. We started having sex again, and while he put on a show, he still finished before me. Only now I could at least masturbate. Didn't cross my mind to cheat because I was in love and believed it was the love of my life. With months we went back to the same thing. I killed myself with orgasms and he stayed just as boring. Got pregnant. And he didn't want to touch me even with a laser pointer. Had a difficult pregnancy. And then postpartum depression. We moved. And because of his work, I was alone 4 or 5 days a week. With a kid and a baby. My libido didn't exist. Became friends with a neighbor. diapers I was telling her what was happening. He helped a lot to recover physically and mentally. She had sex all the time with her husband and it seemed like torture to her what was happening with Antonio. We set up a plan. The day he came back, she took the kids away so we could be alone for a few hours. I had bought a satin camisole, a thong matching game, I had bathed, depilated, perfumed, and made-up. I waited for him with my hair done. A wine, a light dinner, the fireplace lit, music and many candles all over the living room. I was excited. I wanted to surprise him. I listened as he arrived. When he came in, he was surprised. He turned on the light and started blowing out the candles. Not even looking at me while telling me that it seemed like I had just farted. He turned off the music and put on a River game. He started eating. And I felt something breaking inside of me. I told him if he didn't give me sex, I would go find someone who would. Only then did he look at me from head to toe. And with a hurtful smile, he said that no one was going to look at me. That I was lucky he had given me a chance. I couldn't do or say anything. I had been hurt precisely. He kept eating and watching the game. I went up to the bedroom. Changed. Took off my makeup. Put on my slippers and went to find the kids. My friend saw me, hugged me and cried. She tried to console me. I calmed down and went back home. The pain gave way to rage. And by the time I closed the front door, I had decided to put Antonio's horns on him. Well put. The next day I entered this page. I don't remember what Nick I used. I uploaded a photo of my tits. And started chatting. Almost all married guys. The next day, my friend stayed with the kids while a guy came looking for me. We went to a hotel. It was the first time someone sucked on my pussy and it was my first orgasm without having to masturbate. I don't remember his type or face or cock. I have an image of him kneeling between my legs holding onto me

The breasts while his mouth took me to heaven. I went back home happy. Without guilt or remorse. In the following years, I slept with many types. Some were just as stupid as Antonio. Others were unforgettable. I learned to enjoy anal sex. Some were stable lovers and I discovered that I liked showing off for them. With others, I discovered that I could squirt. With others, I discovered that I love sucking a well-hard cock. Antonio saw those changes. But he couldn't or didn't want to change himself. I think he intuited something was happening. But I was always very prolific. A lady to the outside world. And a tremendous slut in intimacy. Time passed. My marriage was falling apart. I had gone back to work. And I wanted to leave him. I wanted to be free. Antonio didn't accept it. I discovered he had a mistress. I didn't tell him anything. It didn't matter to me. I didn't understand that need of his to cling to something that didn't exist. Finally, I took the step myself. Without regrets. And we separated. A month after separating from him, an ex-colleague of Antonio's picked me up at my house. He came alone with a light dress and sandals. No underwear. Halfway through the hotel route, he had already left me bare-breasted. We were walking along the route when I grabbed one breast while making him masturbate. For a kilometer, we gave each other a treat on the Vía Bariloche road. In the hotel room, as soon as we got there, he started eating my booty on the stairs while waiting for them to prepare our room. We entered and we killed ourselves. Both of us loved rough and dirty sex. He bit my breasts, made me come so he could shoot with his cock. At one point, he makes me kneel against the mirror and sticks his cock in me, grabs my hair and makes me look at our reflection.Beautiful You look so beautiful and so slut... We stayed until dawn. I got home all sweaty, with hickeys all over, with a semen breath. And happy. I sent Antonio a text message: 'Thanks for so much and so little' If I hadn't broken my heart, not I would have never discovered the magic between my legs, on my skin, and the beauty of free and taboo-free sex. Without hiding. My sexuality finally bloomed. Antonio was wrong. I didn't need him to look at me. I needed to see myself.