AM WHORE (I): Forging

From a very young age I felt the call of sex, at age 12 I had my I first relationship. Some older guys I cited some afternoons after school toquetearme and magrearme, and one of those afternoons I made my first blowjob. Eventually my fame in the village grew, because I could not suppress my instinct. I went with any man who proposed me, I knew not say no to my tireless libido. I possessed teachers, my doctor, school kids, friends of my parents, … even my two uncles who then pointed a finger at me, the very hypocritical. By doing so, I did so with the village idiot, a retarded man who was reputed to be well equipped, fame checked myself responding to reality (maybe one day devote an account of this experience with delayed because it has fabric).

The fame that I took was so untenable that almost all the people repudiated me except a few, including my own parents and some cousins ??who did not care what he said were the People me. The situation broke the string when I was 17 and had just finished the Bachelor: I suffered the tragedy of losing my parents in a car accident and was virtually alone. I then saw me with a man twice my age, and I had already warned that wheat was not clean, it was not a legal man. He devoted himself to the regency of a bar (disco-pub) in the capital of my province, and also must have some dark business apart. But anyway, I was also not a little angel fallen from the sky. No where to go, the man (we’ll call him John) I offered to go to town with him and accepted.

At first things went well, the bar worked and gave money. I did not have work, I used to things in the house and occasionally helped out in the bar especially some weekends there were many customers. John said that he had developed the ass customers were more hungry when I was behind the bar. I do not know if it would be true because I could not compare with the days he was not, but had heard more than one remark customers who talked among themselves (men when going drunk unconsciously you cry more than usual haha!).

Gradually it was seeing Juan mask would fall under its own weight, and started to catch him red-handed peddling drugs, and even came to discover that he had prostitutes working for him in safe houses. As time passed he consumed amounts of increasingly large cocaine, and was carried away by the situation. The bar business fell on him and started generating losses, playing well and losing big bets, including the bar (this story also has its fabric). I had to pull myself up the pieces more than once, as he offered me his creditors to reduce or cancel debts and when could I getting extra money as a bitch, but tired of this situation last summer I packed and I released me. It was not an escape, as I learned to stand up to the situation around me and told him not to tell me more, I was leaving and he stayed there alone. That bitch I prefer to be free to be by others behalf.

So I came to the city where I live, one of the largest in Spain and I have started a new life. Now I’m studying again and getting money doing what I do best: sex

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I do not know if you’ll like this story, but I can say that it is at least true. I’ll write more stories telling in detail some of the thousands of adventures that my libido has led me to live.