Uh...what now?Not just any story (III) Anyway, quite a few

Uh...what now? Not just any story (III) Anyway, quite a few things have happened, right? I think this story will never end. Anyway, I'm already 17, so what? Did something change with that? I doubt it… I have ceased all my experiences. I just keep jerking off, now whether by phone or alone… … but I've left that too… I prefer to be alone in my bed, and think, and think, and jerk off rich, right? While I slowly put my fingers through my little thing, wet, excited, and I fiddle with my brush like I used to before. Little by little, I feel like my Humidity increases with my desire, "I want a cock!" I say to myself, while I touch my nipples and pinch them, and memories of that cock between my lips, being caressed by my tongue, pouring its semen in my mouth you idiot I tell myself, while the fever is stronger than the health. I do it slowly, why rush? I appease my moans with the pillow, while I insert a small tube into my sex, without removing it from above clitoris the "homemade vibrator" that I made with my brush. I raise it and lower it from me clitoris, I pinch my nipples, I play with them, and the fever increasesI begin to turn my brush on and off...hmI love it, I feel that little by little the The pleasure increases every time I play with turning the brush on and off. I feel myself approaching orgasm and I stop. I want to enjoy more, my body sweats, my pussy is wet and open, but I want to enjoy more, I'm horny, full of fever, like a bitch in heat. … start again… Little by little I begin to move the tube inside me and turn on the vibrator again, I wet my fingers and play with my nipples, I take out the tube and I suck it, I pass it through my vagina, I try to put it in my ass and I can't, it's very My hole is still small I continue with my brush in my little thing, I go up and down my clitoris, I put my fingers in a little, and I feel that delicious orgasm that makes me holding on to the pillows, makes me moan, makes me want… I clean myself, I clean my things, I take a cigarette and I start to smoke. It's late, it's 11:30 p.m. and I'm exhausted, I turn on the TV but as always, everything about him is stupidity and superficiality, I take my CD walkman and listen music What do I listen to? A perfect circle, I play "the noose" my "favorite" song "And not to pull your halo downaround your neck and took "you to the ground" I enjoy it, my already calm body tastes the tobacco and the I finish the orgasm, I see myself alone alone? Before he escaped from loneliness, now, he My faithful companion has returned. What good are companies when they empty you? Of What are the benefits of companies that do not look for you for being who you are, but rather for appeasing your own solitudes? "But Im more than just a little curious about how youre planning to go abut making your arrangements, to the death" "Couple" relationships, what the hell!? Do I have any of those things? What should I be worrying about? To "become accustomed" I am not an animal of customs- I do things spontaneously I thought, as I turned off my cigarette. It was late, sweet dreams were already waiting for me? Maybefor now, no I had more torments than that of a future that I never thought would come so close.