Something I had to write..

Until today nobody knows I have this morbo, nor do they know the things I used to do with my uncle, my mom thinks she had her suspicions but never asked me directly anything. This is only told here on the page, before it was done in forums just because I wanted to tell it, already being too much of a burden to keep it for myself alone, since there are those who have the same type of perversion and can understand why I assimilate everything in this way, but in the forums it was always labeled as crazy or sick that needed psychiatric help, although I think each person has their morbos and fantasies, regardless of what society judges as good or bad, even there are those with worse perversions than mine, but who am I to judge? Don't judge my uncle for all the things he did, much less will I judge someone I don't know, but rather the opposite, being a person whose morbo invades me every day sometimes I understand that there are people in the same situation. But most try to hide it even when they really want to bring it out, like happened to me, I didn't find the right place before, but here at least I feel I can express myself, even chat with people who instead of judging it understand it, just like me, at first I made an account for that purpose, to chat and be able to tell or talk about this topic freely, remaining anonymous, although sometimes I get encouraged to upload some of my photos, I've been on the page for more than a year but my other account was deleted recently. I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell someone in person, my stories are totally things that happened to me in truth, only I try to tell it in the most erotic way possible, since just remembering it makes me shiver, if I'm not mistaken only one of my stories is a fantasy, and I say so before starting to narrate. But how would the reaction be? Telling someone like nothing would make them think that my uncle, someone who loves me, uses me like a toy and to make matters worse, I liked it too, and now that I don't have him, I use myself as a toy to give myself pleasure... I could tell this calmly while we're having coffee, but what about the other person? How would they take it? Assuming it's someone whose opinion matters to me... maybe that's why I'm alone and the closest thing to a romantic relationship I had was that perverse love we had with my uncle, I never managed to try something with another person, although that doesn't bother me at all, especially since I always have and still have my head occupied with work, university and this morbid thing that makes me do things of which some make me regret, but I still consider what happened with my uncle was the most revealing and lovely thing that could happen to me, some will say I'm lucky to be able to write it, but for me it's more like I'm lucky to have known this world, I just hope they understand me, how I also understand different tastes and morbidities of other people, for example there's the echo of not knowing how someone can get excited by smelling dirty underwear, but there are those who adore that, and although it's not my pleasure, I understand it, and even several times let my uncle do it in front of me, sometimes he'd come from work and want me to give him the thong I had used during the day, he'd do it without complaining, because he wanted me to feel pleasure, but I'm sure that was one of the greatest reasons why I developed a terrible obsession with cleanliness, especially in that area, so much that I started using products specifically for that area... also the echo of when public transports were full of people always had someone who took advantage of the occasion, it's something I wouldn't do in front of people and it's not my pleasure either, but I understand that there are those who get excited by the morbidness of touching a girl on the trip, honestly it doesn't bother me and almost always let them do it with me, I like To feel like I'm giving pleasure to someone, especially when it's about someone I have affection for... but anyway, just as I don't judge and even open up to the different morbidities that others have, I hope they understand mine and why I got this far. Sorry for not sharing some experience or fantasy but I needed to write this, thanks for reading till here and greetings 😊

11 comentários - Something I had to write..

La mayoría tenemos morbos que son complicados de contar, incluso con amistades que se supone que son de mente abierta.
Lo bueno de aca es el anonimato. Asi que podes contar todo tranquila
Candelaria como va , espero que muy bien ...
Siempre sentí que es más fácil para todos el escribirlo acá por el anonimato , realmente todos pasamos situaciones que no contamos a nuestro entorno ...fuerza y felicidad para tu vida
no hay que dar explicaciones a nadie . cada quien tiene su rollo y añ que no le guste que no lo lea o se calle, nos encanta leerte. esperanos mas historias tuyas .
No explicación, solo un descargo.. obviamente que no tengo que darle explicaciones a nadie, y muchas gracias por tomarse su tiempo y leerme 😊
Cande, descargate todo lo que quieras que te voy a seguir leyendo .......
la verdad es que si tenes razon en tu descrgo hay gente que lo ve y lo va a ver mal otros que entienden como lo haces con los demás y va a haber gente a la que se lo despertaste vos al morbo
Adelante a quienes nos atraen los relatos seguiremos esperando los tuyos, sabiendo que son tu forma de catarsis y una forma de seguir aprendiendo de que no a todos nos gustan las mismas cosas.
Buenísimo ,podés contar con que muchos te vamos a seguir leyendo
Mientras esos morbos no nos pesen o nos aislen o no lastimemos a nadie esta todo bien. A mi los mios me pesan y me aislaron. Hubiera querido ser de otra forma y que mi vida transcurra por otros carriles. No te conozco pero lei algunas cosas que escribiste y creo que en un punto te pesan, ojala me equivoque y estes llevando una vida plena y feliz
Entiendo, yo también me aisle por mucho tiempo, porque era como que me la pasaba pensando en cómo llevar a cabo todas esas cosas que se me pasaban por la cabeza que no le prestaba atención a los demás.. pero ahora dentro de todo pude componer esa actitud.
Pero bueno, es lo que nos tocó, ahora que somos más conscientes depende de nosotros como seguir adelante.
Bueno me alegro que lo lleves de esa manera y realmente escribis muy bien y es atrapante leerte.
Hablás de tener perversiones... son expresiones elegidas, utilizadas y abusadas por los mojigatos...
Nada está mal ni nada está bién, sólo uno mismo es juez, fiscal y abogado a la vez que los tres conviven en la conciencia...
Y, en esa convivencia tan caótica como problematica, se trata de cada uno de los tres cómo interviene...