I never wear a bra- Erotic story that belongs to my book my soul is faith to eat pineapples by eduardo fernandez.

My name is Laura and I'm twenty-seven, and I'm addicted to sex, I'm not promiscuous or anything I just want to express myself with other beings through my body, there's everything I want the best expression of art and life that exists, are two bodies Sweaty and hungry looking at the unknown, I like men and women alike (I do not have preferences), a nice ass, nice téticas, a clean and well shaved vagina with cinnamon aroma, a hairless boy with a good crotch never falls bad, But usually when they fuck, they do not manifest themselves, they do not dilute the pleasure and everything stays in the typical (put in and out).

They are cold and insecure, do not want to progress sexually speaking.I do not know if sex addiction is a bad thing, my therapist says that my addiction is mental, I do not see it that way, before I ended up fucking it a couple of weeks ago, in one of the first sections I said:

• You know that sex addiction I do not know if it is a moralistic invention of a psychiatrist or really it is, but if you read Sade or Mishima.Were they addicted to sex?It was so much the face of monigote that she put, she recommended me to go to yoga classes to channel my anxiety, and thus spent the therapy sessions until Tuesday of the week ancestor who was lying on the couch, wearing a short skirt and a blouse Of yellow color and without support, I never have support in spite of not having very big breasts I consider them cozy and sensual, he was looking in the shelf of his office some books that he was going to lend me, I dived him of backs I had a good And maybe he would be well endowed, while he spoke to me on his back I drew a straight line with my index and ring fingers, slowly lowering between my breasts, then to my belly and slowly until my sex, I first introduced the index gently near clitoris and Then gently rubbing the ring up and down trying not to make too many moves, I wish I had a tongue down there, playing with my lips, savoring all the fragrance and I caress Gently her hair Ricardo my therapist keeps talking to me, I imagine his voice whispering in my ear, while he strokes my legs and kisses my neck sweetly, with his hands he takes my breasts and licks them, slowly descends to my belly kissing him while one hand caresses my pussy with the other holds My breasts, I open my eyes and I see Ricardo looking at me while I touch, I do not know what to do I blush and quickly take my hands from down there, I fit my skirt and blouse, he slowly comes towards me with his face serious and A beard of two days without shaving, before he gets close enough I loose in an almost forgiving tone.

I'm sorry to let me go, I think we should leave this session here and find me another therapist, tell me how much I owe you.
He smiles and frightens me a little, he approaches me and kisses my lips, without tongue only a maternal play of mouth, playing a bit to bite, with his huge hands that I like, undressing, lowers my neck and then my Belly, I caress his head I watch him better from this Angle, lick my pussy and it does not matter, not yesterday or today only matter is this, his tongue passing through my vulva and inserts his fingers, slowly I lean back , He takes a moment to breathe we observe for a moment and returns to my lips with more desire.
He stops and gets up, starts to take off his pants he abruptly drops it, takes off his boxer, shows me his beautiful white penis and shaved, I do not hesitate to go towards kissing him and licking it full, while with my right hand caress his balls , I approach them and I suck, I masturbate his penis, I take a breath and I look straight into his eyes, I love it, it's an absolute ecstasy, I lie down again on the couch:

• I do not want it to run .I open my legs and he penetrates me sharply, holding my shoulders, caressing his back he increases the pace with his strong legs and we kiss quickly as he penetrates me harder, then I turn I want to change position and give me four Paws, I notice that he pulls out his penis and I hope he penetrates me again, but he goes away and gets up to look for the cigarettes that are in one of the pockets of his pants, I remain astonished and unsatisfied, light a cigarette and give me one , Then release the dense smoke and add:
  -I can not do it, in that position I get tired too much and I can not see you in the eyes.

I give my cigarette a sigh and I reply sharply:

-As if to have an orgasm is enough with only the look, and if you are not going to come here to continue fucking me it is best that I go.His face now did not look so attractive to me, or his beautiful body, it was another macho son of a bitch or maybe the worst man I'd ever had in my life, but regretting it was not worth it and more because I was the one who Everything started, I kept quiet hating him and I was dressing hastily, I wanted to run away from the office as fast as possible, take my bag, go downstairs with a cigarette in his hand, was dropping tacos, the therapy was not good for anything.
And so I was.
Hating men, with more dissatisfaction than dreams to realize, I did not go back to the therapies I finished completely with the desire to cure me, the truth is that what I really am afraid of is not to sex, my fear this is in the emotions that Corpse of insecurities that people create around their partners, they masturbate and everything loses its charm after a few wallows, I know because the times I have delivered everything, the other person lies to be with you and more if they are those who They believe Mario Vargas Llosa and pretend to be Borges, are the worst. Maybe I hate it because I know them very well, they think intellectuals or future novices, but they are no better or worse than the prospects that we sometimes look for ignorance or mental imbalance.Do not think that I am an asocial or one of those who out there thinking of a prince with a twenty-five centimeters dick, let alone in those contemporaries my age who lament every day because her boyfriend, husband, lover or grout does not Fucks as it should, maybe the problem lies in the concepts of the feminine and masculine, for me a real woman is one who enjoys sex and knows how to do it, it does not depend on a man or a woman to feel comfortable with herself.

Neither do I deny that the problem lies in that absurd world of labels that we give or human relations is either physical or chemical, there is nowhere else to look, my perfect partner would be the one who walked with me like Bonnie and Clyde stealing anything Product of the human being, and do not wait for the years to arrive as you work for others as a product that is labeled and sold wholesale on a dirty Fifth Avenue street.
That is the solution, and the best injection for atrophied and desperate brains for a little affection, and tailor-made breasts paying monthly fees thinking about giving their children a breast with non-heritable silicone and books in the library shit of laughter without Young readers who prefer with the money of papi and mami to travel to the United States and to know Disneyland, and of course paying with long-term interests cell phones that shit and mean faster (smart phones) controlled by people with shit in the brain.
But over time I have learned to tolerate all this and to know how to move between this ocean of soap operas, musical junk and money licks in my pocket, Michel says that I am a neurotic and that I take everything very seriously, while I have thought of everything This is waiting for me in the cafe of a well-known bookstore in the city, but punctuality is not a characteristic feature of Michel, I take my rate and taste the rum-flavored coffee that the waitress has brought me, which is not for nothing, It's pretty good, maybe it's because of her pretty legs but I can not wait to wait and wait, half an hour she said, then I see her come with her tall figure, blond hair and her myopic glasses, she approaches me slowly kisses my forehead with a sweetness Almost brotherly, (this is how true love must feel) like a good dust thrown on a Tuesday morning, sits next to me and offers me a cigarette.

It's horrible to arrive, I've been on the verge of leaving
Light the cigarette and watch me with that face of I am your best friend, we have fucked together, I have borne your partners and nobody supports you, I look at the sky for a few seconds and I look again Michel's eyes that this time are more tender And he told me:
-Excuse me, darling, I was very busy and the stupid Denis was torturing me all morning with his existential problems, it's like a little boy who cries when I do not give him the tit.

• But you would have warned me with a message, I even had to put up with a heavy one who came to talk to me about books and to recite poems to me that bored. Only at the end of these words did I return to the cigarette and said:

• It's easier to tell someone: "I'm going to fix you a pain in the ass!" (And that seems normal) to say: "I masturbare thinking about you", that can offend anyone tremendously?

-What are you talking about?I inhale the smoke slowly and meditate my answer, while on Michel's head there must be a giant question mark trying to understand half of what I said.

• I just think you should enjoy sex more and not complain so much just because Dennis is more addicted to your vagina than your kisses.