The nurse boldly opens the curtain that covered the transparent glass of the room, showing the light made by the rays of the smiling sun of that summer morning, forcing the patient to wake up before the time he used to wake up. This embarrassed him daily and ignited his anger at the one who was hired to look after his last days of life. Marcos, was an important writer with an incomparable intelligence for literature, his impressive ability to create stories in a short space of time earned him several awards, as well as an expansive recognition in the literary world. His readers were found all over the world and all of his works became a huge sales success. However, due to a certain tendency to exaggerated lust, he ended up contracting a serious illness that put an end to all his possible long-term dreams. In a terminal state, living the last days of his very short existence, he writes his memories on a laptop. That posthumous work would be the revelation of its most shameful

Since I was a child I was always naughty and I learned from an early age that women only served two things in life: Fucking and being a mother. Well, that was the macho view of my time. It was not like today that women ended up benefiting from several laws that defend their rights and seem to have more value and privilege than men. I was definitely a sexist! That way I never respected a tail in a skirt, regardless of age or social status, except my mom. From sisters upwards I was ready to draw on the stick, I just had to spread my legs, I even thought about never getting married or having children, as I would risk wanting to fuck my daughters, especially if they were big asses. This I imagined after seeing a sinister episode happen in the neighborhood, where it was discovered that a certain man ate his two daughters and became pregnant, the bastard became a grandfather father. What a damn thing! I was curious about that event and tried tirelessly to talk to one of th

When all my life I only had relationships with vagabond women. It was an ordinary Sunday like everyone else and I went to church in the company of my aunt and cousins. As I sat on that bench and put all my attention on the choir formed by young people, I had the impression that something special was going to happen to me that night and, when I saw Sara sit among the other young people, I was very happy, because it was the opportunity I needed to show you all my admiration.The truth is that that woman infected me in such a way with her way of being that I could no longer get her out of my mind, it was a new form of passion, a spell that infected my heart, enslaved me completely. However, there in the church it would not be possible to speak to him, outside it was completely impossible to have access to his attention ... So, what could I do? When a male like me realizes that he is completely in love, how to act? I was totally lost, cornered. However, I was absolutely sure of o

How much confusion, I started to get excited seeing the guys fucking, but I was disgusted by a contact with another man. If only we have dicks, how could I have the chance to climb on a stick and kill that huge urge I felt for my tail? It was then that I went to a video store and rented several fuck tapes and in the middle came one with a movie where two women had sex, I had never seen it the same. I found it interesting the way lesbians have sex, they use a huge rubber stick to penetrate each other's holes, wear appropriate panties, adapt the accessory and send it over. When I contemplated that fuck, I concluded that it would be the best way to solve my problem without necessarily having to go from four to another male, something that I found humiliating and ridiculous to do, starting from a man like me used to eat and not give it. One night I took my girlfriend to fuck at my house, but before I put a video of the lesbians for her to watch with me in the excuse of wanting t