As you know, my name is Carolina, I'm 49 years old and I live alone in Buenos Aires.
They also know that it's hard for me to find someone who can keep up with my pace, so, easy to deduce, I cannot be faithful to a single person. Monogamy is not for me. And the gentlemen who have been lucky enough to cross my path in life, at first they put up with it, but then they don't.
It seems that Argentine girls have very low self-esteem, they can't tolerate comparisons, nor sharing their partner.
Things clear from the start: to be with me, you have to have things very clear, because in this bed there are no limits. I don't have limits, and to satisfy me, you have to have very long breath, but also, you have to tolerate that I satisfy myself my way.
If anyone passed through my body, I'm sure they won't forget it. Somewhere on the skin or in the soul, I left a wound for them.
If anyone has passed through my body and wants to do it again, keep going like this, as you have been so far, without opening your mouth. He who eats in silence, eats twice.
Today I'm going to advance them the why of my name. You've seen, I'm not 'clandestine' because I'm hiding from someone. I'm 'clandestine' for two things.
Firstly, because I don't have problems being the 'undercover' of your partners. As long as they are obedient and fulfill my whims, they can sleep with whoever they want. They won't have any problems from me.
But that's true, they must fulfill my whims. And they're not easy to please.
The second one has to do with places. Because that's where my story started. I'm a big lady, but I had an era when all I wanted was sex in public places. Illegally. Sitting. Standing. Any way. In the subway. On the bus. In the square. At the kiosk. Kiosks were always my favorites.
It's that I started there. With Carlos. The newsstand from my neighborhood. A big man, around forty. And I was just a little girl. Maybe 16 -to avoid scandalizing anyone-. I would try to go at siesta time to buy any old thing. And I knew he kept the shop open at siesta time only for me. I'd pass by and hide behind the counter. And I'd suck his cock, while he was serving. It was a very fun game. A customer would come in, and I'd suck his device, and let it go just when the customer left. The newsstand has a very exciting dynamic. At least for me, of course. I assure you that Carlos felt the same way.
But everything unraveled when he left me attending myself, and it was he who was on his knees under the counter.
But I'll tell them that tomorrow. Or next week.
They also know that it's hard for me to find someone who can keep up with my pace, so, easy to deduce, I cannot be faithful to a single person. Monogamy is not for me. And the gentlemen who have been lucky enough to cross my path in life, at first they put up with it, but then they don't.
It seems that Argentine girls have very low self-esteem, they can't tolerate comparisons, nor sharing their partner.
Things clear from the start: to be with me, you have to have things very clear, because in this bed there are no limits. I don't have limits, and to satisfy me, you have to have very long breath, but also, you have to tolerate that I satisfy myself my way.
If anyone passed through my body, I'm sure they won't forget it. Somewhere on the skin or in the soul, I left a wound for them.
If anyone has passed through my body and wants to do it again, keep going like this, as you have been so far, without opening your mouth. He who eats in silence, eats twice.
Today I'm going to advance them the why of my name. You've seen, I'm not 'clandestine' because I'm hiding from someone. I'm 'clandestine' for two things.
Firstly, because I don't have problems being the 'undercover' of your partners. As long as they are obedient and fulfill my whims, they can sleep with whoever they want. They won't have any problems from me.
But that's true, they must fulfill my whims. And they're not easy to please.
The second one has to do with places. Because that's where my story started. I'm a big lady, but I had an era when all I wanted was sex in public places. Illegally. Sitting. Standing. Any way. In the subway. On the bus. In the square. At the kiosk. Kiosks were always my favorites.
It's that I started there. With Carlos. The newsstand from my neighborhood. A big man, around forty. And I was just a little girl. Maybe 16 -to avoid scandalizing anyone-. I would try to go at siesta time to buy any old thing. And I knew he kept the shop open at siesta time only for me. I'd pass by and hide behind the counter. And I'd suck his cock, while he was serving. It was a very fun game. A customer would come in, and I'd suck his device, and let it go just when the customer left. The newsstand has a very exciting dynamic. At least for me, of course. I assure you that Carlos felt the same way.
But everything unraveled when he left me attending myself, and it was he who was on his knees under the counter.
But I'll tell them that tomorrow. Or next week.
15 comentários - The Beginnings
pero a veces no podes quedarte callado... por lo que decis que "siempre trate de hacer"... puedo llegar a entenderlo... hay historias que hay que contar.
Quiero conocer más de esta historia!
un señor y dos señoritas...
pero dificilmente se den a conocer, porque conocen las reglas