Now I laugh when I remember. But that hasn't been until now, until this very moment when I decide, finally, to empty my

Now I laugh when I remember. But that hasn't been until now, until this very moment when I decide, finally, to empty my well of despair. By undressing my soul, undressing! Yes, totally naked Yes, without any clothes. Completely naked from head to toe. That soul of mine, so provocative, so exciting, so exuberant, so full of vitality. It must be a beast in bed, and even more knowing me as he knows me, dedicating himself with all his vocation to satisfy my desires, all my desires, even those that even They are unknown to me, but transparent like pure water to her, to my soul One day in August I thought I saw him, out of the corner of my eye, next to me, while I was showering. My hands mechanically went down to my member pulsating and their automatic movements began. I seemed to see her smiling, falsely covering her half chaste and half mischievous mouth. my hands They lost control and stopped being my hands. They were hers, mine beloved soul. Soft and light, expert manipulators of my pleasure. The water of the shower ran through me, enveloping me in a mysterious atmosphere, and my mind I explored the mysteries of my intense relationship with her, while I felt her mouth playing with my member, slurping it, licking it waiting for its copious discharge which didn't take long to arrive. My relaxation was shared with her. I I imagined myself exhausted, resting in her daily routine, talking to my conscience to convince her that everything is fine, that falling madly in love of a soul is no more madness in itself than falling in love with the soul of another person. I only managed to see it out of the corner of my eye in a fleeting moment, but in my imagination She appeared dark, small, exotic, delicate, with a sooty body and without excesses, soft skin and complacent lips, perhaps with Hawaiian features. Although If she has nothing to do with my mind, surely her image is a product of my imagination Our meetings became more and more frequent: in the office bathroom, in the office, in my bed and more and more risky: in the bathroom of the museum in my city, in the seat of the train, in the theatre in short, in all those places where a normal couple attends of lovers I once thought I saw a perfectly rounded ass stuffed into jeans, but it was too short a time to confirm it. And yet it was enough. My hands explored the zipper of my overalls and discovered the harsh reality. They searched a little more, but It didn't arrive. I noticed my member was distant, elusive, like in those dreams in which it seems that he will end up reaching the model in that ad and little by little he leaves escaping, fleeing with the game show host who interrupted without modesty Dazed and confused, I looked down... only to be terribly scared. No! I saw nothing! It must be true that masturbation causes blindness, but too much It had taken a long time to arrive and with an arrival that was too abrupt. despite me state, she appeared in my mind with a short straw skirt, with her two beautiful tits dancing quietly, with her most frank smile and a sensual sway. I searched harder with one hand and the other, instinctively, without To think, I took off my protective glasses. The light entered my retina again to discover another mistake. I was shaking it with my gloves. I had the complete electrician suit: overalls, esparto gloves and safety glasses Safety against high voltage discharges. And the cock on the outside. I would have left him if his perfect little ass hadn't reappeared through that crack, so narrow, so warm. And he returned to disappear. I looked inside for my dear soul and he did not miss the appointment. Their tits caressed the tip of my aching cock in a toughness competition. I won, but just barely, because her nipples pressed against my glans. I noticed them rough and that excited me. I had already decided to take off my gloves, so the harshness must have been a thing in my mind. She continued with her games, until For the first time she got on all fours, provocatively showing me her little hole. A tender ass and everything for me. I am more given to oral sex, and I never thought about praying cavities other than the mouth, but faced with that vision I could not hold back and I invested. My hands grabbed her flanks and I covered her. I saw myself penetrating in the depths of my soul, and she looked back with a mischievous smile, impatient for some reason I didn't know about. He invested again and again like a brave bull I saw her wet, ready to receive my discharge, which wouldn't take long. in arriving. A couple more thrusts and I extended my arms to inflate my lungs before the shock, and received it. And I received it. My arm extended was introduced through the defective control panel of the light room that had lowered for repair. The cable just brushed the tip of my finger and 500 volts They ran over my body, causing me to jump back and collapse on the toolbox I had left open behind me. The blow was so unfortunate thing that caused a worm-eaten bookshelf to wobble and collapse on the opposite arm to the one that caused the discharge. I will ignore the joke of my colleagues when they find out that The ambulance found me almost buried, with my cock hanging out and my overalls lost job of semen. I think they are going to change the name of the hospital to mine, because for a long time my name will be the most pronounced in the entire world. building. And now I'm back. To the same query in which I was there that day. Exactly eight months and twenty days later. Time spent in losing my soul. At last my torments are over, my terrible loneliness, my anguish and my frustration. More than eight months of madness, of alienation, of uncontrolled waiting. Until this very moment. The doctor tries to hide a smile at my expense, but I'm not worried. I am happy. More than eight months seeing my soul at all hours, in any way, mischievously inviting me, other times shyly, other times sensual, other times chaste, other times. Thousands of others. Further for eight months rejecting his advances, his invitations. Until this precise moment. More than eight months looking for prostitutes with whom to lose my soul in whose faces I only saw crooked smiles so as not to burst into laughter at my coast right before my face. And my soul increasingly more challenging, more provocative. Until now. I see how the doctor takes out the scissors, those big ones shaped strange And it is I see the light. They finally took off both of my casts. arms. I have a crazy desire to check that they continue to reach my cock. More than eight months asking my mother to hold it for me to pee. I think that Before the stupefied eyes of the doctor, my soul verifies that my arms soldered perfectly