I had a hobby as a teenager, well, not so teenage. I'm talking about when I was 19 or 20 years old. I liked going to the bars on the Levante side. At that age, I had already slept with my uncle and had some sexual experience, but I wanted to keep trying, enjoying, and expanding my horizons, since I didn't have a boyfriend and didn't want one, so occasional nights out seemed like the most logical option. So every Friday night after class or Saturday, I'd put on my best clothes, always the least possible, get dressed up according to my expectations, and head to the Center. I still lived in San Justo, so the Center was the most logical option to avoid running into acquaintances who would tell my family what I did at night. Usually, I took a taxi and asked the driver to take me around the bars until one caught my attention and I'd say: 'Stop here!' And because it's bars, they'll ask, not clubs, simple, I don't like dancing, besides the music is too loud for me, that's why I preferred these places, which although noisy allowed for a more intimate and close contact. Then I'd get out of the taxi, enter the bar in question, go to the bar, order a drink, and sit down as if waiting for someone. Of course, wolves didn't take long to appear, even though I'd scare them off by saying I was waiting for my boyfriend. And that's how one would show up who I liked. Then I'd use the delay of my supposed absent boyfriend as an opportunity to get revenge on him for leaving me standing. I'd become a jilted girlfriend. Of course, whoever was with me at that moment would see it as an opportunity to take me away and help me get back at my insensitive absent boyfriend. I had many good times like this, so remembering those old good times, I'm holding onto a bit of nostalgia. I was having fun, being free, without commitments or responsibilities. And now, too. But it's something else, I'm no longer that bar girl, hungry for sex, who could spend the whole night in a hotel re-reading from the first to the last pose of the Kama Sutra. I'm still hungry for sex, yes, but my behavior is now more limited. However, remembering all this, I felt like going back to living a crazy night like those, being that abandoned girlfriend who wanted to take revenge on the one who stood her up with the first person she crossed paths with. But how would I do it? How would I absent myself from home for an entire night again? Once more, my friends' excuse came in handy. I grabbed my agenda and started calling my friends. The idea was to get together some Friday night to catch up and have a good time with people we knew. Most agreed, except one who confirmed when I called her at home while having dinner with my husband, telling me she would finally attend. Of course, while talking to her on the phone, with my husband listening in nearby, I did everything possible to make it seem like she was inviting me. The poor thing must have thought I'd gone crazy when I thanked her for the invitation, since it was actually me who had organized everything. When I hung up, I told my husband: -It's Ale, Friday is her birthday, so she's inviting all the girls- -Friday?- he replied, thinking briefly – No problem, I'll stay with Ro, you go and have fun- Of course, that have fun was more like an ironic remark, since Alejandra is as close to a nun in cloistered life as I know. All my friends are like that, serious and reserved, when we get together, we let loose a bit, but always well-contained, without getting too wild, I couldn't have any other kind of friends with the life I lead, since if they were all promiscuous, unbridled, liberal, it would be hard for my husband to let me see them, but as he knows they're just a few bored housewives and one or two spinster, there's no problem with us seeing each other, it's more, sometimes he incites me to call them more often. Although now that I think about it, I also give in to them and my acquaintances that profile of being serious, incorruptible, who doesn't kill a fly, and yet... I wonder if any of them will lead a double life like the one I live. Devoted mother and wife for most, insatiable slut, sucks cocks, for those who, like my alter ego, seek in sex the fulfillment of all their longings. And so it was how I began to shape my night as a spinster. Already had an excuse to be absent from home for the whole night or most of it. The rest was easy. In the days leading up to that, I took a bag with clothes and makeup artibooties to the basement storage room, where I have an old full-length mirror that doesn't match the other furniture in the house, so it got archived there. So on the night in question, I left home dressed as common and ordinary as possible, almost no makeup. Before leaving, I gave my two breasts to Ro, so he was pipón, pipón, I said goodbye to him, my husband, and instead of going down to the Lower Floor, I went straight to the basement. In the storage room, I changed, made up, and got ready just as I would have gone to the bar in question. Since I knew I'd be late, my husband gave me the car keys precariously, so from the storage room I went directly to the garage and then to the street, so no one in the building saw me leaving. Then yes, I left the car at a 24-hour parking lot and took a taxi. -To Center- I told the driver as we got on. Already on our way, I called my friends and apologized for not being able to attend the meeting, that an unavoidable commitment had arisen, promising not to miss next time. The truth is, I prefer spending the whole night in a hotel with a good guy than squawking with my friends. So after a relatively short ride, I ended up at El Verde, on Reconquista. I approached the bar and ordered a drink. At the tables or at the bar
There are subjects that watch me. I pretend to look at the time every now and then, as if I were waiting for someone, that's my modus operandi. As the minutes pass, rejections multiply, I tell them all the same thing: I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he should be arriving soon but since my boyfriend never arrives, my discomfort becomes evident.
At one of the tables there are five work colleagues, office workers, celebrating early the new year. At a moment they look at me and seem to make a bet among themselves about who will have luck with me. One by one, they come closer, inviting me for a drink or making some proposal that goes beyond a simple alcoholic beverage, even offering me money to leave with him and win the bet against his colleagues. Some of them are quite attractive and radiate that sexual pulse that alcohol supplies; I could go with any of them, or all... haha, because definitely at that table is the winner, but there's one in particular who catches my attention. He's the last to approach, and seems to be the most shy and reserved, as he doesn't want to do what the others are doing, his friends have to push him to come towards me. They know it will backfire, but still they encourage him, amidst jokes and laughter. It shows they don't have much faith in him.
Look, I know you're waiting for your boyfriend, you told the others, but my friends insisted that I approach you, he says with a nervous voice and sweating profusely. Unlike the others, he's not drunk.
Are those your friends? I ask, turning around to look at them.
One of them makes an obscene gesture, but I ignore it.
Yes, let's say so, he nods, not very convinced - If you just let me stay here for a moment, more than they did, they won't bother me anymore - it was clear he didn't like being there. So I decided, for that moment, for that day, for all those men who had pleased me so much and that night... rememoraba, converting it for that one time only into the 'winner' of the group. -Do you know what...?- I say then –I think my boyfriend already dumped me, why don't you invite me a drink?-. He got a lump in his throat, delayed reacting, but when he did, he tried to show himself calm and serene. -Yes, of course, What do you want?- -The same- I say to the bartender, pointing to my empty glass. He ordered the same, and when they brought our drinks, we clinked our glasses. His friends were holding their heads, unable to believe it, and even less would have believed what was about to happen next. After a couple of shots and lively chatting, I suddenly say: -You know?, I think my boyfriend deserves a lesson, for leaving me here as collateral, don't you think?- -A lesson?- he replies, not suspecting at all what's coming. -Yes, a good lesson, for example...- I make myself think for an instant, biting my lower lip, and finally emphasize: -...put him in his place, yes, that's the least he deserves-. The skinny guy, whose name is Andrés, choked on his drink. -Don't you think I should teach him a lesson for what he did?- I ask, hugging him as if I'd had too many drinks. -Shouldn't I help you get revenge on my boyfriend?- I insist. -H...how?- he stammers. I move closer to his ear and whisper: -Take me!- -Do you mean it?- he asks, still unable to believe it. As a response, I kiss him with an ardent and effusive kiss, loaded with morbidness and alcohol. His friends couldn't explain how that loser who had been carrying on so much could become a total winner in seconds. Very gallant, he paid for what we consumed, we got up from our seats, took each other's hands, and left the bar, before the incredulous gaze of those who had previously ridiculed him. The good Andrés was taking home the biggest prize. We stopped a taxi and... well, as I told the driver: -A transient hostel, please, as fast as possible, arranging Andrés against the seat, I continued with the kiss that had been interrupted at the bar. -This seems fine- the taxi driver asked as we arrived at... -Yes, whatever- I nodded without stopping to kiss my potential companion. I asked the taxi driver to let us off there, not to get out of the car, as I like feeling that adrenaline and anxiety that comes from entering a hotel with another man, with a stranger, crossing the threshold and entering that environment where infidelity is the law. In the room, we undressed each other, not even waiting to take off our clothes, dressed as we were, we launched ourselves at each other and devoured each other with kisses, sucking each other in a way that took our breath away. My nipples are swollen, hard, hot, and can be seen through my clothes. Andrés sucks them through the fabric, leaving an impression of his wet marks on me. With one hand, I grab his neck and pull him closer to my breast, while with the other, I search for something in his crotch, feeling the notable bulge that occurs there. Expert as I am at packages male, I expected it would be worthy of admiration. Between kisses and caresses, I fell to my knees before him, and pulled down my dress and top by one tug, exposing my breasts for his sole and absolute contemplation. For a moment, he wanted to sit, but I prevented him, I like that pose of full and absolute submission, with him standing and me on my knees, admiring and venerating the center of my universe. Supporting my booty on my heels, I began to unbutton his pants. When they fell to the floor, along with his boxers, a decent-sized erection emerged before me. I went towards it and started giving it gentle bites at the base, from the side, one and then the other, gradually going around its entire contour, reaching the tip, that inflated globe that had for glans. The heat was evident, the cock seemed like it was about to explode at any... instant. She had it well hard and standing, with her veins pulsating in an intimidating manner and her head swollen and all bruised, it was noticeable that she hadn't had sex for a while, the cum she accumulated betrayed it. When I opened my mouth and imprisoned her head between my lips, I felt her shudder, her legs trembled, almost fell while releasing a deep exhalation. I bit her glans, soft yet inciting bites, giving me the sensation that if I bit a little harder, her head would burst between my teeth. Then I went at it slowly, until she hit my throat. She shuddered again and even more when I started sucking her with enthusiasm and avidity, making a lot of noise, blow job noise, smacking my tongue to make those sounds even more exciting. At a certain moment I took a breath and pulled her out of my mouth:
I love your cock I said – I love sucking it –
I kissed and licked her all along and across, until I reached the balls, which I also kissed with care, soaking them in saliva, then returning to the main member and continuing to give it oral attention it so deserved. However, I couldn't do it for much longer, since the guy was asking me to cum before he did. So I left her hanging, got up, finished taking off my dress in front of him, and shedding everything else (top, thong, stockings, shoes), I got down on all fours on the bed. Like a slut in heat, I slapped myself hard on the Booty and with a voice very much like a slut's, I said:
Come... fuck me! –
And what did the guy do? He came and fucked me, of course. He quickly took off all his clothes, put on a condom, and positioning himself behind me, he gave it to me in one push. I felt the impact through a flood of pleasant sighs, which increased in intensity when he grabbed my waist and started giving me it. Mmm... I thought, he's a loser but he likes rough sex, like me... each cock thrust echoed all the way to my cerebellum, and the best part is that far from calm down the rhythm, it accelerated. -Yes... yes... like that... ahhhhh... take me... strong... ahhhhh...!- I said between sobs of pleasure, leaning on my elbows on the bed to lift my ass even more, offering myself without reserve. I felt completely open and dilated to the maximum, as the repeated blows impacting against my pussy made my bum also open receptive and yearning., already licking in anticipation of what was to come. -Oh... it seems you like this too!- exclaimed the skinny one, putting his finger in my ass. -Ah yes... break me... make me rubber...!- I bellowed desperately, undulating my hips around his effective tool. Then he pulled out the word pussy and put it in my ass, quickly changing from one hole to another. It didn't take him long to get it all in, a few pushes and it was all inside, pulsating with heat, overflowing me with those sumptuous sensations that only a good fuck can provide. My legs started to weaken, already feeling numb, so I fell practically collapsed onto the bed, face down, he on top of me, still pumping away, making my ass a crater without bottom from all the excitement it was giving me. -Ahhhhhh...!- he sighed deeply after a while, leaving it inside and finishing in an overly abundant way, I could feel him getting hard as he contained the whole furious flow. -This is the first time I've ever fucked you in the ass- he would say later, during a break, both of us naked on the bed, still enjoying the benefits of our encounter. -You did pretty well for your first time- I said. -Do you always do it like that?- he asked. -If they ask me... besides with this kind of...- emphasized by slapping my Booty -... it's hard to say no... haha- -What a jerk your boyfriend is, I don't understand how he could have left you- he said, scratching his head incredulously. -Forget about your boyfriend- I said, and grabbing his cock, adding: -Now we're just the two of us-
Smooth movement reaches and exceeds to make it hard again. I go back to sucking it, burying it in my throat almost up to the gag reflex, savoring each piece of that delicious bar-shaped caramel with which I wanted to get stuck. I put another layer on and climb on top of it, settling in skillfully so that the cock flows into me like its natural sheath. I sigh as I have it back inside, occupying once more that terrain I had just won over. I close my eyes, open my mouth, and move like in a hypnotic trance, sliding along the length and width of that envelopment that fit so well to my dimensions. As I rode it, he sucked my breasts, gently biting my nipples, managing to pull out a few drops of cum from them. Although Ro had already dried me off before leaving, the skinny one was sucking with such force that the lactating fluid flowed naturally. We kept having sex for a good while longer, until he says: -I want to finish you off on these beautiful tits...- as he squeezes and pinches them. I was born to please, so I lay back on the bed with my hands holding my breasts together, encouraging him to paint me with cum. And that's what he set out to do. He took off his condom and got down on his knees beside me, starting to jerk it off energetically, aiming at my expectant flesh globes every time. With one hand, he was jerking it off, producing an exciting sound... CHAC- CHAC- CHAC... and with the other hand, he touched my pussy, putting two fingers deep inside, moving them in the same rhythm as he was jacking off, provoking spasms that made me shudder and vibrate like I was receiving an electric shock. It didn't take much more for the cum to start jumping out in a most effusive manner, soaking not only my breasts but also my face. My own explosion, intense, agonizing, massive, was... complemented with his, joining us in a shared cum that at that moment elevated us to the same presence of God... When he finished blowing cum, I got up slightly and sucked it off for him, leaving it clean and shiny. Then we showered together, got dressed, and left the hotel, each going our separate ways. He asked for my phone number or face, but I gave him false information since I had been good for once. I took a taxi to the beach where I had left my car and from there to my house, or rather to the basement storage room, to put on the same clothes I had worn out and to remove my makeup. When I was ready, I only then went up to my apartment. It was almost 4 am. I have to say that emotions are much stronger now than they used to be. When I did this a few years ago, I was single, so I could come home at any hour or not come home and keep partying, but now... I'm married, my husband and son are at home, and I come home in the middle of the night after spending all night with some guy I don't even know, the adrenaline, the feeling of infidelity of getting into bed next to my husband after being with another man is something that can't be put into words. You have to live it to know what it feels like... -And how was Ale's birthday?- my husband asked between dreams as he felt me getting into bed beside him. -It was good, you know how she is, very traditional- I responded, without telling him that the one who blew out the candle that night was me.
There are subjects that watch me. I pretend to look at the time every now and then, as if I were waiting for someone, that's my modus operandi. As the minutes pass, rejections multiply, I tell them all the same thing: I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he should be arriving soon but since my boyfriend never arrives, my discomfort becomes evident.
At one of the tables there are five work colleagues, office workers, celebrating early the new year. At a moment they look at me and seem to make a bet among themselves about who will have luck with me. One by one, they come closer, inviting me for a drink or making some proposal that goes beyond a simple alcoholic beverage, even offering me money to leave with him and win the bet against his colleagues. Some of them are quite attractive and radiate that sexual pulse that alcohol supplies; I could go with any of them, or all... haha, because definitely at that table is the winner, but there's one in particular who catches my attention. He's the last to approach, and seems to be the most shy and reserved, as he doesn't want to do what the others are doing, his friends have to push him to come towards me. They know it will backfire, but still they encourage him, amidst jokes and laughter. It shows they don't have much faith in him.
Look, I know you're waiting for your boyfriend, you told the others, but my friends insisted that I approach you, he says with a nervous voice and sweating profusely. Unlike the others, he's not drunk.
Are those your friends? I ask, turning around to look at them.
One of them makes an obscene gesture, but I ignore it.
Yes, let's say so, he nods, not very convinced - If you just let me stay here for a moment, more than they did, they won't bother me anymore - it was clear he didn't like being there. So I decided, for that moment, for that day, for all those men who had pleased me so much and that night... rememoraba, converting it for that one time only into the 'winner' of the group. -Do you know what...?- I say then –I think my boyfriend already dumped me, why don't you invite me a drink?-. He got a lump in his throat, delayed reacting, but when he did, he tried to show himself calm and serene. -Yes, of course, What do you want?- -The same- I say to the bartender, pointing to my empty glass. He ordered the same, and when they brought our drinks, we clinked our glasses. His friends were holding their heads, unable to believe it, and even less would have believed what was about to happen next. After a couple of shots and lively chatting, I suddenly say: -You know?, I think my boyfriend deserves a lesson, for leaving me here as collateral, don't you think?- -A lesson?- he replies, not suspecting at all what's coming. -Yes, a good lesson, for example...- I make myself think for an instant, biting my lower lip, and finally emphasize: -...put him in his place, yes, that's the least he deserves-. The skinny guy, whose name is Andrés, choked on his drink. -Don't you think I should teach him a lesson for what he did?- I ask, hugging him as if I'd had too many drinks. -Shouldn't I help you get revenge on my boyfriend?- I insist. -H...how?- he stammers. I move closer to his ear and whisper: -Take me!- -Do you mean it?- he asks, still unable to believe it. As a response, I kiss him with an ardent and effusive kiss, loaded with morbidness and alcohol. His friends couldn't explain how that loser who had been carrying on so much could become a total winner in seconds. Very gallant, he paid for what we consumed, we got up from our seats, took each other's hands, and left the bar, before the incredulous gaze of those who had previously ridiculed him. The good Andrés was taking home the biggest prize. We stopped a taxi and... well, as I told the driver: -A transient hostel, please, as fast as possible, arranging Andrés against the seat, I continued with the kiss that had been interrupted at the bar. -This seems fine- the taxi driver asked as we arrived at... -Yes, whatever- I nodded without stopping to kiss my potential companion. I asked the taxi driver to let us off there, not to get out of the car, as I like feeling that adrenaline and anxiety that comes from entering a hotel with another man, with a stranger, crossing the threshold and entering that environment where infidelity is the law. In the room, we undressed each other, not even waiting to take off our clothes, dressed as we were, we launched ourselves at each other and devoured each other with kisses, sucking each other in a way that took our breath away. My nipples are swollen, hard, hot, and can be seen through my clothes. Andrés sucks them through the fabric, leaving an impression of his wet marks on me. With one hand, I grab his neck and pull him closer to my breast, while with the other, I search for something in his crotch, feeling the notable bulge that occurs there. Expert as I am at packages male, I expected it would be worthy of admiration. Between kisses and caresses, I fell to my knees before him, and pulled down my dress and top by one tug, exposing my breasts for his sole and absolute contemplation. For a moment, he wanted to sit, but I prevented him, I like that pose of full and absolute submission, with him standing and me on my knees, admiring and venerating the center of my universe. Supporting my booty on my heels, I began to unbutton his pants. When they fell to the floor, along with his boxers, a decent-sized erection emerged before me. I went towards it and started giving it gentle bites at the base, from the side, one and then the other, gradually going around its entire contour, reaching the tip, that inflated globe that had for glans. The heat was evident, the cock seemed like it was about to explode at any... instant. She had it well hard and standing, with her veins pulsating in an intimidating manner and her head swollen and all bruised, it was noticeable that she hadn't had sex for a while, the cum she accumulated betrayed it. When I opened my mouth and imprisoned her head between my lips, I felt her shudder, her legs trembled, almost fell while releasing a deep exhalation. I bit her glans, soft yet inciting bites, giving me the sensation that if I bit a little harder, her head would burst between my teeth. Then I went at it slowly, until she hit my throat. She shuddered again and even more when I started sucking her with enthusiasm and avidity, making a lot of noise, blow job noise, smacking my tongue to make those sounds even more exciting. At a certain moment I took a breath and pulled her out of my mouth:
I love your cock I said – I love sucking it –
I kissed and licked her all along and across, until I reached the balls, which I also kissed with care, soaking them in saliva, then returning to the main member and continuing to give it oral attention it so deserved. However, I couldn't do it for much longer, since the guy was asking me to cum before he did. So I left her hanging, got up, finished taking off my dress in front of him, and shedding everything else (top, thong, stockings, shoes), I got down on all fours on the bed. Like a slut in heat, I slapped myself hard on the Booty and with a voice very much like a slut's, I said:
Come... fuck me! –
And what did the guy do? He came and fucked me, of course. He quickly took off all his clothes, put on a condom, and positioning himself behind me, he gave it to me in one push. I felt the impact through a flood of pleasant sighs, which increased in intensity when he grabbed my waist and started giving me it. Mmm... I thought, he's a loser but he likes rough sex, like me... each cock thrust echoed all the way to my cerebellum, and the best part is that far from calm down the rhythm, it accelerated. -Yes... yes... like that... ahhhhh... take me... strong... ahhhhh...!- I said between sobs of pleasure, leaning on my elbows on the bed to lift my ass even more, offering myself without reserve. I felt completely open and dilated to the maximum, as the repeated blows impacting against my pussy made my bum also open receptive and yearning., already licking in anticipation of what was to come. -Oh... it seems you like this too!- exclaimed the skinny one, putting his finger in my ass. -Ah yes... break me... make me rubber...!- I bellowed desperately, undulating my hips around his effective tool. Then he pulled out the word pussy and put it in my ass, quickly changing from one hole to another. It didn't take him long to get it all in, a few pushes and it was all inside, pulsating with heat, overflowing me with those sumptuous sensations that only a good fuck can provide. My legs started to weaken, already feeling numb, so I fell practically collapsed onto the bed, face down, he on top of me, still pumping away, making my ass a crater without bottom from all the excitement it was giving me. -Ahhhhhh...!- he sighed deeply after a while, leaving it inside and finishing in an overly abundant way, I could feel him getting hard as he contained the whole furious flow. -This is the first time I've ever fucked you in the ass- he would say later, during a break, both of us naked on the bed, still enjoying the benefits of our encounter. -You did pretty well for your first time- I said. -Do you always do it like that?- he asked. -If they ask me... besides with this kind of...- emphasized by slapping my Booty -... it's hard to say no... haha- -What a jerk your boyfriend is, I don't understand how he could have left you- he said, scratching his head incredulously. -Forget about your boyfriend- I said, and grabbing his cock, adding: -Now we're just the two of us-
Smooth movement reaches and exceeds to make it hard again. I go back to sucking it, burying it in my throat almost up to the gag reflex, savoring each piece of that delicious bar-shaped caramel with which I wanted to get stuck. I put another layer on and climb on top of it, settling in skillfully so that the cock flows into me like its natural sheath. I sigh as I have it back inside, occupying once more that terrain I had just won over. I close my eyes, open my mouth, and move like in a hypnotic trance, sliding along the length and width of that envelopment that fit so well to my dimensions. As I rode it, he sucked my breasts, gently biting my nipples, managing to pull out a few drops of cum from them. Although Ro had already dried me off before leaving, the skinny one was sucking with such force that the lactating fluid flowed naturally. We kept having sex for a good while longer, until he says: -I want to finish you off on these beautiful tits...- as he squeezes and pinches them. I was born to please, so I lay back on the bed with my hands holding my breasts together, encouraging him to paint me with cum. And that's what he set out to do. He took off his condom and got down on his knees beside me, starting to jerk it off energetically, aiming at my expectant flesh globes every time. With one hand, he was jerking it off, producing an exciting sound... CHAC- CHAC- CHAC... and with the other hand, he touched my pussy, putting two fingers deep inside, moving them in the same rhythm as he was jacking off, provoking spasms that made me shudder and vibrate like I was receiving an electric shock. It didn't take much more for the cum to start jumping out in a most effusive manner, soaking not only my breasts but also my face. My own explosion, intense, agonizing, massive, was... complemented with his, joining us in a shared cum that at that moment elevated us to the same presence of God... When he finished blowing cum, I got up slightly and sucked it off for him, leaving it clean and shiny. Then we showered together, got dressed, and left the hotel, each going our separate ways. He asked for my phone number or face, but I gave him false information since I had been good for once. I took a taxi to the beach where I had left my car and from there to my house, or rather to the basement storage room, to put on the same clothes I had worn out and to remove my makeup. When I was ready, I only then went up to my apartment. It was almost 4 am. I have to say that emotions are much stronger now than they used to be. When I did this a few years ago, I was single, so I could come home at any hour or not come home and keep partying, but now... I'm married, my husband and son are at home, and I come home in the middle of the night after spending all night with some guy I don't even know, the adrenaline, the feeling of infidelity of getting into bed next to my husband after being with another man is something that can't be put into words. You have to live it to know what it feels like... -And how was Ale's birthday?- my husband asked between dreams as he felt me getting into bed beside him. -It was good, you know how she is, very traditional- I responded, without telling him that the one who blew out the candle that night was me.
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ME encantó el relato...Voy a volver!
PD: me mandas por mp una fotito tuya en el sotano frente al espejo...
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pasate por mis relatos pedazo deputa!
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http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/1664724/El-feo.html
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2291217/La-escapada.html
Estos son los que encontre de Jorge, estoy segura de haber escrito alguno mas, pero por alguna razon no salen en la lista de los post... espero que los disfrutes...Beso...
PD: l
Muy caliente como siempre!
Me encanto!
Gracias por compartir
Un gran placer siento al leerla y tanta envidia y deseo se acumulan en mis venas con cada palabra que mis ojos recorren...
¿Te habrias animado a irte con los cinco muchachos? Si te conociera un poco mas te DESAFIARIA a que lo hicieras!
¡Gracias por compartir la experiencia!
"...saboreando cada pedazo de ese delicioso caramelo en barra con el cual deseaba empalagarme..."[/i]
Me encantas porque eres una mina muy "democrática", y tus "amigos", son todos diferentes en todo sentido, ahora le tocó al looser que llegó a ser winner gracias a ti...jajaja.
Oye Mary, tu marido se merece una estatua, tienes tal vez uno de los mejores maridos del globo terráqueo, confía en tí al 1.000%, y se nota que te ama. ¿Que va a pasar el día cuando EL te ponga los cuernos?...jajaja
Como ves, sigo "escarbando" entre tus antiguas "aventuras" amiga...jajaja
Buenisimo el relato como siempre linda...FELICITACIONES!! +10💋