Do we really need to be more explicit?Hello, I am going to

Do we really need to be more explicit? Hello, I am going to tell you a personal experience that has made me very happy this last year. I am now 23 years old and until recently there were lived to be sexy for men, to spend nights of crazy partying, that in which I woke up in a strange and unknown bed with an asshole snoring next to me... But that's over. Today I'm going to tell you how. It all started when I fell in love with one of my rolls, something that It should never be done, especially if they are so stupid (no matter how good they are), One of the basic facts to know if they are is that they shake their heads when they see someone. Spiderman's wife in a comic, then things start to get serious.... and now If you like Van Damme... well, what to say! Well, this one united both characteristics. When he left me I felt so depressed that I stayed for two months locked up at home, I barely ate and dedicated myself only to my studies or to daydreaming One day my friends "forced" me to go out, and since I no longer had more excuses I accepted the invitation and decided to give myself a chance to cheer myself up. It was only an hour before I left the house and I went to my room to get dressed, but I had lost 5 kilos due to depression, so I was trying on clothes and none of them They fit me well, they all fit me wide.... Damn. I took my favorite dress out of the closet, a lace one. very sexy pale yellow, but this one was also too wide for me and made me wrinkle everywhere, so tired of everything, I took it off in one go and threw myself into the floor very angry. There I was, with my cotton panties lying in the floor, looking in the mirror. I had a fit of laughter... I couldn't take it anymore... Then I looked at my breasts, now they were a little smaller but they weren't not bad. I have tiny nipples and areolas that have always made me seemed excessively large (about 25cm in diameter)... but seeing me in the mirror, with the nipples hard from the cold on those rounded and firm breasts I I realized how beautiful they were. While looking in the mirror at my right nipple It started to shrink as I got used to the temperature, and I started touching it and pinch it back to its cute shrunken form... Then I felt a chill, there I was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror pinching myself... I suddenly wanted to see myself completely naked and I took off I took off my panties without getting up from the floor, I spread my legs and looked at myself carefully in the mirror. I had never seen myself like this before. I started to open my lips and delve into that unknown and warm corner... Since I hadn't gone out in 2 months I hadn't even I didn't bother to shave, and I had curly black hair that I couldn't handle. accustomed... It was much more pleasant to the touch, it reminded me of when little girl I played with my friends to caress our arms, when they caressed you softly the hairs on your arm and they gave you chills.... I noticed the curls, the I continued from their base, making them caress me and rock in my hands like willow branches blowing in the wind. I thought no one had seen that beauty before. None of my lover had stopped to admire that pink, wrinkled and warm that held so much beauty and pleasure inside. Suddenly I felt as if I were that, my sex, a huge sex latent that demanded attention, that demanded that they appreciate its authentic beauty... I thought about taking out the camera, taking photos and enlarging them, framing them and put them all over the walls of my house... What a wonderful spectacle... Then because of the caresses that my intense research had provoked, It began to swell and beat, like a second heart between my legs. No I was able to avoid the urge to continue exploring that cavity that had been there for so long. abandoned, and I lay down with my legs open towards the mirror, while He continued lovingly testing its roughness and noticed how it began to ooze its juices. I closed my eyes and thought that although I no longer saw him, my other I, through the mirror, like Alice in the story, carefully observed everyone my movements Those thoughts made a shiver run through me. back and began to insert my finger. I felt the heat and the oppressive atmosphere Inside that dark tunnel, my finger made its way with more and more impetus and more strength, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't match the dimensions of my previous lover... I felt the need to have him on me again, to see the savagery in his eyes, the veins in his forehead swelling as he put that face of effort, of anxiety, of animal bestiality... Meanwhile, the tips of my Fingers began to press the walls as they went deeper and deeper. Inside me, they were dancing through my intimacies, exploring every wrinkle, every flow, each convulsion... My hand was no longer mine, it was dominated by a force impossible to stop. I felt the need again to have my lover possessing me brutally, to see how the enormous muscles in his arms tensed, to knowing that even if I wanted to stop those huge and powerful arms would hold me with force while his hips continued with their infernal dance...But no, no I had to think about him... For a brief moment it crossed my mind to call him, tell him to come, to fuck me like he had never done before, to unload their frustrations on me... But this time I was not going to lower myself. I opened my eyes and I noticed that they were wet, I had cried without realizing it! This was incredible. I looked at the phone but my eyes fell on the beautiful chandelier. mid 18 that I have on my bedside table. Anything rather than calling that conceited man!! So I I stood up, still feeling the throbbing of my sex with every step I took, and I ripped out the central candle (the largest) from the 3-arm candelabra, while the little angel sculpted in the center looked away as if not wanting to see. I lay down on the bed, feeling nervous about what I was going to do, and opened the door. legs as if she were going to give birth. Without further ado, I caressed my inner thighs. with that candle, noticing the enormous roughness that the wax had caused melted, and while with one hand I caressed my clitoris from bottom to top with force, I inserted the tip of that cold instrument, which in other times It had served to illuminate family gatherings. I felt the cold, the next roughness that knocked on the doors of my sex, impatient to enter, to also discover the wonderful beauty of my interior. Little by little I introduced it, centimeter by centimeter, with a little afraid, since I was too rigid and afraid of hurting myself. But I felt immense pleasure, while I took that thing in and out. huge rough candle inside me, I had more and more flows and more convulsions, until I ended up in a loud orgasm that left me happy and relaxed, with 25 centimeters of that candle stuck to the bottom between my legs. There was already I had an orgasm, and I felt a little tired, but I still didn't feel like leaving. date my new lover, so I kept him locked up there, pressuring him to moments with my muscles, and noticing each of their little lumps, tempting me to continue all night without respite... Needless to say, that afternoon I ended up giving them sitting on my friends and exploring with all the candles and oils I found around home. My friends didn't take it very well, until the next day when they saw me I went out radiantly into the street, and I showed them my happiness. Since then none of us has ever cried again. by a man. We are much happier, and every time we have a free house, We had an all-girls party, with our favorite movies, popcorn, and, of course... lots of candles.