Memoirs of a simple man (hot)

Chapter I

November 2 2014, Santiago de Chile

I always thought that writing is one of the actions that allows people to be free, really free is why I decided to start writing regardless if someone comes. to read it or not, since the only purpose that I seek is to be free, really free.

How should I start ?, well actually the question is how do I start ?, I think the most Simple would introduce myself and hope that from this point the lines flow.

.. My name is Luciano, 24, born in the city of Valparaiso only son of a low-class family I grew up in an environment quite precarious, surrounded by the pain that usually afflicts this social stratum. My father, Albert, worked as a baker and my mother, Mary, was employed in a wealthy family.

My parents always tried to keep busy (perhaps for not being able to think about reality, just live it) and spent some time away from home. Despite this always they tried to maximize time with family, especially to instill values ??and teach about the important things that were worthwhile in this life. No doubt everything they taught me conjugo to make me what I am, in fact, today it is very likely that thanks to them to be able to write this.

And as it grew was developing a rather introverted personality, which did not bother me. I did not much go to school, but my parents never let missing (like today I appreciate that).

In 2009, a Friday, I had gone to taxi with some classmates (last year of high school). He had already talked to my parents what I wanted for my future, I would do my military service and then try to make a career in any branch of the armed forces. That day I said goodbye to my parents and I went to have fun. The next day, arriving at the town, I noticed the presence of firefighters and police. There had been a fire that consumed more than 10 houses, including mine (with my parents).

The blow left me pretty bad, all he had in life (my parents) was gone. I went to live with an aunt, my mother’s sister, and later military service.

As I was recruited between 2010 and 2012. Within learned to use weapons, hate and higher orders (or those who think they are superior). Also managed to finish my fourth means (for the incident with the fire I could not finish).

In a way you could say that I had reformed, although alcohol and marijuana the never would.

In the summer of 2013 leave the military service and decided not to continue in the army, I really do not call much attention and most importantly will not find meaning in life, so much less would make sense to work milico.

I worked with a few goats I met in the regiment. Guards worked in a disc in the center of Vina del Mar, with that I reached to lease a small piece and to support some vices.

Perhaps many surprise you but I, at age 23 he had not yet had sexual experience. The truth is that before leaving the regiment had not had time to think about it. Just when I worked as a guard at the club and looked like mine came and went with their skirts and jeans, I started to turn to the matter. In my time as a guard I met several women, although no relationship prosperous except one.

Jocelyne, white skin, rather smooth and 1.68 tall, dark brown hair was my first sexual experience. She worked as a promoter at the club since we met and we got along really well, although I was never crossed my mind to throw her.

Jocelyne that night wearing a silver dress and tacos the same color. His legs looked long and firm, wanted to touch them. Her turn ended at 02:00 am and mine at 06:00 am for what I do a maneuver with one of my colleagues who was free that night to free myself before. At about 00:30 I go to the bar and start conversarle.

– How was the night? – I ask –

– J: Piola, half boring, but it left me lol few hours –

– L: And what will you do next?

– J: I do not know, where do you want to invite me(Laughing)

There were rumors that she was very horny, though none had anything to her (of whom worked there) attest to that. We were to go to a nearby square to go to smoke a few whistles when we got out.

Back in the square, we had smoked three marijuana joints and were on the fourth and final night. We were sitting on a bench, there was no one else. Suddenly Jocelyne ask me why it is that warms me, instinctively, I return the question without answering “and you turns you ?, that question would be the stimulus needed Jocelyne to get up, get on a little fall dress and sitting in my crotch. I did not think, only he managed to hold his dress to see how that thong rubbing against my package. Whenever put my penis harder, so she bends over and takes my pants, try to start the erection he had. Jocelyne was not very pretty face, but he had a fine ass and waist girl fresh out of school (age 22). As she swallowed my penis on her knees, I sat stroking her breasts white boys and little ones, worthy of a lolita. This babe warmed me greatly. Almost I ejaculate, but I resisted. I said I wanted to penetrate, asked if I had condoms, to which I respond positively. She climbs to the bank relying on this knee, I, standing behind the female proceed to remove the thong wearing black, I put the condom and begin to introduce my penis.

No doubt that was in another dimension when I get to introduce my friend everything within it penetrates again and again, while with one hand he grabbed her hair as if it were a rein, the other clutching his waist.

The more hurried pace, more heard his groans, sharp right, I kept reminding me that I had a mate, because that warmed me even more. The bad thing about going to a place is so wonderful to be back. I was in a twilight zone, but after a while back and I realize that he had ejaculated (I always thought it would be like in a porn). Less than 10 minutes drive my stay in that paradise, but I was first.

Jocelyne commented anyone ever work our relationship, and I say relative because pulling back many times and I must admit that because she learned many things that would be implemented in the future with different women. So we continue pulling Jocelyne my Vina del Mar lolita, until I receive a call from my uncle Jorge Santiago. He would have to take a new direction that would take me to new experiences.

PS: by the way, the rumor was true running, Jocelyne was extremely horny …