I have a fantasy My relationships regarding sex have been varied, a little I would say about everything, even though you

I have a fantasy My relationships regarding sex have been varied, a little I would say about everything, even though you never finish trying everything, everything. To clarify from the beginning: I do not believe I belong to a classification in which I am identified: Sadomasochism, nymphomania, zoophilia... Homosexual I don't think either, although the latter is due to that I have never tried with a woman. Today is the first time I get my thoughts out of my head. so without rushing, what I will do is tell you the fantasy that I have the most left. distant in memory: Well, the furthest one is from childhood almost, therefore not It has a place here, doesn't it? Well, I count this one too... I liked to stay enthralled in my bed with my legs very tight and imagining that an animal was peeing on me. I see myself with the skirt raised and without panties and that little animal emptying itself in my pussy barely covered with a sparse feather of hair. I don't remember much more about this fantasy, I'm only ten or eleven years What I do remember is the peacefulness with which I fell asleep. after. The one I'm telling you now is from my adolescence, I was thirteen or I was fourteen years old and had no more than zero sexuality, but there was a summer when I didn't He did more than spin an image: My dad held me in his arms lovingly rubbing his half naked body with mine, naked too, and with one of his big hands He touched my clitoris very gently and I touched his sex, which was peeking out. for his underpants and which he saw more and more of. Sometimes I didn't want to continue with this fantasy and would stop. When I was able to continue with her later, things continued. with which my dad moved my pipe to me with a certain rhythm and from time to time I did the same with him, but he always made sure that I felt as comfortable as possible. pleasant as possible. Nestled in his strong arms I moved as if We were jogging and I felt her sex as if it were a stick of a hoe that I It rubbed against my thigh and made me wet all over the outside. Between my legs there was always an avalanche of liquid but This one was mine. Guys... can you believe that remembering something so childish, I have you become horny? I'm going to masturbate. If you like my real stories, tell me and I'll write more.