Erotic story about some young people who lost their fear of Devil. "A particularly significant image of the relationship

Erotic story about some young people who lost their fear of Devil. "A particularly significant image of the relationship fundamental between man and freedom, is offered by the biblical myth of the expulsion of men from Paradise. The myth identifies the beginning of the human history as an act of choice, but it singularly accentuates the character sinful nature of that first free act and the suffering that it causes... The act of disobedience, as an act of freedom, is the beginning of reason". This erotic story of some young people who lost their fear of Diablo can make us a composition of what that expulsion was like and the conquest of freedom by human beings. Ana, Gani and their respective partners had already achieved build the earthly paradise, because neither science nor reason were capable to prove that it existed elsewhere. They were officially retired, but They continued reading, writing, thinking, arguing and fucking, yes, after two hours of running a bike and walking through the mountains and having a delicious meal based on fish, fruits, vegetables and, from time to time, a good cheese and a good ham and a good loin and... Well, they had managed to become atheists already who could not imagine that having built happiness in their city, after so many centuries fighting to achieve it, the bitter ones told them that that happiness was sinful filth compared to the happiness that they I hoped, if they died, in the afterlife. But they had to die, of course! Although not in any way, they had to die after having renounced everything conquered, after having managed to fuck and fuck without having a complex of guilt or having to confess, after years and years of working, pay Social Security, save for a pension fund, have children and stoned lovers, having paid for the chalet, which already cost them, and enjoying good health. But in exchange, they would have, voila!: happiness without sex, yes, and without ham, and without fish and without conversations and without books and without voting for the rulers and without being able to tell jokes, or have a sense of humor... Any religion gives more? The bitter man asked them. The truth is that, they thought, what It says giving none gives nothing, promising yes, they promise everything and the Absolute Everything, but you have to die. And what happens if you die and what was promised is a lie? But as no one can claim anything, because no one has returned from the beyond to ask them to account - it must be because it is very far away -. The truth is that once in the cemetery one comes to the conclusion that since the Welfare State does not There can be nothing better in that other life that those who are pure and chaste. And they are pure and chaste because they already, in that way, have gained eternal life. But, Gani, the sweet one, asked his companion sentimental, Hercules, the colossus, how are they going to know what the happiness, if they have never gotten laid? How can you be happy without fucking? - either without masturbating or being masturbated, Hercules tells him -, if that is the Glory, Ecstasy. That is the mystery of religions, adds Hercules, the colossus, who They invented them when men had neither a Welfare State nor reason, neither freedom to think, nor suffrage to govern oneself. How they ignored everything and They were unhappy people and concluded that happiness had to be in another world. And they started looking for that world and since they couldn't find it, they created myths, religions and fantasies. Meanwhile, others said: here is what it is What to do is transform nature, cultivate, hunt, invent homes, individual rights, democracy... And they got to it. But, Then, one thing happened: that society was divided into two groups: some who did not They did nothing more than pray and condemn those who did not give up searching and build happiness in human life and others who decided to start build happiness in human life. And they saw that fucking was a pleasure. AND They started fucking. And they saw that voting was electing who they wanted to be. They governed and legislated. And then they thought that from that moment on The only law they would obey would be that legislated by the human parliament and They repealed the laws of divine origin, because they lacked legitimacy of origin, They were decided by a god who was not responsible for his actions nor consulted with anyone and the applied by the priests who had invented that god. And they were created religions. Paradoxically, each one said that their god was the true one. so many true gods and so many clergy condemning and killing each other. That seemed like Olympus in perpetual war. But each one affirmed, however, that Yes, he never showed it, that his god was the true one. But humanity evolved, against the will of the clergy, and They realized that they were individuals, because they suddenly discovered that They had rights. They, women and men, were not "a unit of destiny in what universal", a mystical Body, not even an indissoluble family. With what It would have been nice if it had been true! But they couldn't help but give themselves realized that they were individuals, that society was not based on family, nor the union, nor the corporation, nor the factory, nor the State, nor the Homeland, nor the Nation, nor the Church... but the individual, unique and sovereign. Each rights, many rights. And the first to discover this was Locke. In it 17th century. Ana asked her sexual partner Hercules, the colossus, while he made love to Gani, but if they didn't discover that they had rights individuals and who were individuals, citizens, comrades, until the 17th century, How was it that they had been able to live for so many centuries, more than sixty centuries, sixty centuries, without being individuals? Because they believed in God and the afterlife, they reply. And they were integrated into the caste, the tribe, the town, the church, the guild... in which one lived in symbiosis and in which one could not be individual because they lacked opinion, voice and vote. They were talking about this, while Alejandra, classmate sentimental of Ana's sexual games, she gave Hercules, the colossus, a massage, before the happy look of Gani, who had just fucked with Ana, when he began to going into a deep sleep, while smoking a cigarette. The one who had It is customary to smoke after fucking with Ana or with Hercules or with Alejandra. That That's why they lived in the Welfare State. A deep Freudian dream came back Gani until his remote childhood, shortly before having sexual relations with Zeus, when, despite his youth, human law already authorized him to practice sex under the legitimacy of origin of the legislator. Still Thus, the problem was that divine law classified these as filth. sexual experiences, at any age, even if one was retired. The law divine only allowed the "sexual trade", they called it "trade" to fuck, if It was to have children, and, even then, they had to do it with a look of disgust and without achieving Glory, because this moment was reserved for the afterlife. In short, they had children almost, almost, by spontaneous generation. In short, although this divine law lacked legitimacy of origin because it had not been prepared in a parliament elected by the citizens, as freedom of thought was an individual right, the clergy took advantage of it to indoctrinate the clueless and helpless and, of course, to children and young people. So that strange law spread and affected the minds of many people. The diffusion process began in childhood and there the first values that were put into the heads of children and young people of legal age was nowhere and whom no one had been able to see, but who, according to divine traditions and laws, existed. That ghost was the Devil. HE I wrote with capital letters because it gave more respect. This Devil had a obsession, that's why he was so bad, as the clergy said: he was determined that everything the world will fuck or masturbate or be masturbated and kiss and suck, suck it to suck, suck. Well, despite proposing these dirty things to the young people and boys of legal fucking age, people sinned and then I had a don't-move guilt complex. It was a mystery that people dared to do these dirty houses and so on, it was very dangerous, first, because they realized that They were not a unit of destiny in the universal, but they were different because Each one had a sex that they liked. And they put on a happy face when they arrived at the moment of Glory! It was nice to see that smile sweet, timeless, static, immortal that gets when you cum. And how although pleasure is practiced in a group but you can achieve it alone, you you begin to realize that you are an indivisible, non-transferable and imprescriptible. And you start to think that you are original and unique and that's how you get there a pensar que ¡hasta tienes derechos individuales! Totally a disaster. In a way that, since it was a sin, you went to hell. Sure. Esta era la segunda consequence for letting yourself be dragged by the Devil. It is not even known where there is hell, but existence exists because tradition says so, divine law and Dante described it in detail. And he put all his friends in it. enemies, who were not few. The Freudian dream in which Gani had been involved continued digging into his most innocent and youthful subconscious, trying to extract some hidden memory that would have freed him from his fear of the Devil. because there Gani's liberation and that of his companions began: when it happened He realized that no matter how much he masturbated, he didn't go bald, nor did it hurt anything, nor did I have any feeling of guilt. This was really serious: Not having a feeling of blame! How did he achieve it? It seems that challenging the Devil. But sin gave away: he always left the sheets stained white snow or the bathtub with Whale slime floating on the surface of the warm water. like the gods of Olympus. That these did know and were not as boring as others. The fact is that Gani, like his friends, had received a good religious education. Like every son of a good family, with a kneeler at the top of the altar so that it is known that religion is at the service of the rich, who govern in the name of the poor. Those who sat in the back benches. The men, because they put the women in the matroneum, half hidden Well, they were impure. It is that the divine laws as they are made by very macho men, well, that always condemns women to a very secondary. His dream had led him to the moment when he remembered his good education. He was in a kind of garden with fruit trees, one of which stood out above all the others, because it was the tree of science, wisdom and sexual pleasure. But this one was fenced so that no one could make the three errors that the tree kept and that produced, in whoever dared to try them, the defect of being a freethinker. It was something like a manufacturing defect. God's officials put a label on him with that word: freethinker. Which was in very bad taste. And so it was marked until he humbled himself, repented and renounced his self. Because this having me was as dangerous as fucking and achieving Glory. The fact is that, As we were going, Gani found himself, guided by his dream, in this divine place and boring, very boring, because like everything else it was prohibited. Everything that tasted like Glory. And I already knew that giving yourself a pleasure with your penis or being given a pleasure or Giving it to someone else was the worst thing that could happen to anyone, even to the poor, but if you were from a good family, it was already unforgivable. as good believer, despite his youth, had already managed to be terrified by the just the idea of being able, one day, to be tempted by the Devil. It was his mission. The Devil's. Because that was its function. Terrorize. And it terrified. But Gani, although he was beginning to feel attracted to the teenagers of legal age to fuck, he was very brave and had a great self-confidence. So, since I had already passed the course of feeling panic and terror with honors, he thought that the Devil could not do anything against him. And he decided to put it to the test. Give it a pulse. And he told it to his friends of constitutional age to talk and dream about sex. Total that for At night when he went to bed he cited the Devil and he did so by stimulating his penis, which immediately became hard. And I said to the Devil: look what I have here! Watch how I masturbate, but just know, Oh Devil! that before reaching I'm going to stop, I'm going to hold on without having pleasure and I'm going to do it sheathe. Let's see who is stronger, you making me sin or me preventing you from doing so. And he began to masturbate, sure that he would not make it to the end. But, if He lost, because he was so sure of himself that he hurried a lot, he arrived, proud of himself, to the precipice; I did it because it had more merit to arrive to the edge and brake without falling into the ravine. But when he reached limit could not stop the march and jumped off the cliff. The Devil had won the pulse. But Gani was consoled because, first, he got a complex of fault of not moving, as the founding fathers of the religion, and then admitted that he had indeed fallen, but against his will. Which What he had to do, he concluded, was to strengthen his will. Make her hard like him iron. And so, the next night he challenged the Devil again. All the nights I lost my pulse; but he did not get discouraged and every night he challenged him again, convinced that one day he would overcome temptation. I was lost. Every night he He liked to challenge the Devil more. But since a huge complex of guilt, because he had what he deserved. He thought to console himself for his weakness. Under the drowsy effects of that inevitable complex, no He stopped thinking about what the causes of his weakness would be, He was, at least that's what he was like, so strong and so brave. And he thought he found the answer when he realized that quoting the devil in bed and at night That night he had taken favorable ground for his opponent. Because at those hours and In that place he was tired, half asleep and confused by the darkness of the nocturnal night So, convinced that he was the one who defeated him, he decided changed terrain and went midday to a swimming pool and there, naked, tanned by the Sun and stimulated by its warm rays, I quote the Devil. Go! He told him, looking at his penis and at Hercules who was passing by, naked and with the same intentions, come out of your hiding place! Immediately I began to notice that his penis stood erect, like a proud Swiss guard. And the fight began. Look what I do! he proclaimed defiantly. And he masturbated slowly to show the Devil that he could reach the precipice, stop there, withdraw and withdraw like the eunuch who has won a battle in a corral of chickens As at night, reaching the edge of the infernal abyss, arrived. He gave that a lot of merit. And I would have had it if, once upon the abyss, he would have turned back and collected his weapons, signed peace. But no, he rushed again and again. Only he was rushing with pleasure. Regretful and with a guilt complex, yes. That something had to remain of the profound religious training he had received. And so every day. But not he gave up, because every day, when midday came, warmed by the Sun and showing off her beautiful and proud naked body, she went to the pool and, defiantly, he once again cited the Devil. It was useless. Time and time again he fell defeated for sexual pleasure. But, proud, he had decided to challenge the devil until I managed to defeat him. He had been like this for a year, participating in his joyful defeats, now in the company of Hercules, the one with tanned anatomy, not yet colossal, until one day, defeated, he decided to show Ana his Devil. Look at this Ana, He said, pointing to his penis in an erectile position, it is the Devil that we are so fond of. they talk. But Ana replied: how proud you men are and how Fools! Look, he said, pointing to her vaginal lips, which were like a mandorla. divine began to open, this is the Devil. It can't be Ana, the one who gives me pleasure and provokes me feeling of guilt is this. But the one who raises it for you is this one, he answers, and the one who He eats it too. It can't be, Ana, they have deceived you, they deceived me risen Hercules, who although he is not yet a colossus is already of age physiological and legal to get pregnant, and Hercules also eats her. And I to him. So Either your Devil is a fake or there are more Devils. Or is it that the Devil himself appears in the form of a penis and a mandorla, adds Ana. To find out which of the two was the Devil, they agreed quote Gani, like a bullfighter marking a pack in front of the bull, stood in front of Ana and summoned her. Let's see if it came in! But Ana, despite having the same legal age to fuck but not to vote as Gani, seemed more savvy or less self-conscious about the feeling of guilt, she changed her tactic and, instead of getting into Gani's rag, she went from being quoted to quoting. AND, standing in front of Gani's penis, erect like a quarter of a sausage. Frankfurt, defiantly, said, looking face to face at the foreskin, look how I I move! And Ana moved her legs at a rhythm with which the one who managed to open and close their virginal lips as if they were hungry. Gani began to feel how His penis moved, like a compass, in the direction of that virginity. It was a attraction so powerful that he couldn't help but let himself be drawn towards her. The Devil is a woman, he thought. Therefore I am not guilty of nothing. The culprit of my feeling of guilt is Ana. And he felt liberated As he looked at the apples hanging from the tree of knowledge, the wisdom and sexual pleasure, under which the two were lying. Gani had entered Ana's secrets. And every time he entered and left he noticed that was shaking. It wasn't an earthquake, he thought. It was Ana and him moving towards front and back. To Ana, who was with a victorious face, Gani says, after for a long time during which he maintained an endless joyful smile, I think You are right: the Devil is you. You are wrong again and you do it out of cowardice. You don't want assume that you are also a source of sexual pleasure, wisdom and science. AND You want me to bear all the historical guilt of your responsibility historical. You are as responsible as I am for what we just did. But it is more, Ana tells him with confidence in her voice and flamboyant elegance in her gesture, that You know that I had already discovered that there are many Devils because before finding it with you I had already discovered with Alexandra, who, although we lack For a penis we have tongue and fingers and touch and taste and smell. So the Devil It is not located, as you think, in one part of the body, it extends. Cursed, all over the skin and all over the body. And wherever you touch or are touched, jump. But she jumps with pleasure, she is a Glory. Not if I had already discovered it with Hercules, Gani confesses, one day when, fighting, fighting, we rubbed our penises and they became stiff and hard as a pine. And as the penis and the mouth and the tongue moved without conscience or prior programming wherever they wanted, it turns out that, against our virginal will, sexual pleasure arose where it least you expected it. Well, Ana exclaims, and now what do we do? Because, I say, What are we doing here in this boring place, if we have already discovered that the We are devils and that wisdom, science and sexual pleasure, or what which is the same, the Glory is not from this sacred place, but from the human world and carnal. So, in the company of their friends, they decided to leave there and build happiness on Earth. Given this step, they felt as if a heavy habit would come off their beautiful bodies. It was the "feeling of guilt." AND They were free and happy, although they did not eat partridges, but roasted sardines. Gani, at the smell of sardines, seemed to wake up from his deep sleep. Hercules, the colossus, caressed him between his thighs. Meanwhile, Ana kissed him sweet lips and Alexandra caressed her breasts. Next door they were roasting the sardines Javier Fisac Seco (Lokke)