Vidas eróticas

  Throughout my life - I am now forty-seven years old - I have seen countless porn movies. I have to admit frankly that I always liked them. And they have given me countless sensations of delight. Not to mention its effectiveness as a stimulus for lonely straw. Among my favorites are PRIVATE productions and Japanese hentai. I also feel a keen interest in porn movies set in other times and civilizations such as the Egyptians, the Romans or the French 18th century. As a result of this hobby, I have managed to form a collection made up of a very considerable number of video tapes, CD's and DVD's belonging to this film genre. I keep them lovingly, well organized in an area of ​​my library, specially prepared to store them, facilitate their classification and pick them up when I want to see one. The girlfriends I've had have adopted different attitudes towards my role as a collector of sex films. Some (the least) have not accepted it, considering me little less than a degenerate

  Lorenzo Vello lamented bitterly that the overwhelming majority of today's Evas shaved off their genitals, without showing any consideration for men who admired female pubic hair. Lorenzo was not limited to admiration; besides, the girls' genital hair turned him on. For him those hairs were an essential component of a lady's erotic appeal. He was forced on several occasions to reject women who made advances to him, since they had made the "unforgivable" mistake of shaving their pussy. Lorenzo in this matter was very strict. "Without hair there is no heat" he used to say. According to the parameters of Lorenzo's seduction, a good "doormat" was a non-negotiable requirement to initiate and consummate a sexual relationship, since his arousal depended to a considerable extent on the bush that adorned the mount of Venus and surrounding areas. You will say, readers, that this problem can be solved immediately with wax, with a razor, etc. But thin

 Casia Irafusta, a very experienced dominatrix, explained to me that sado-maso was like a game. The game consisted of nothing more or less than remembering or inventing a situation in which I had deliberately or unconsciously done something wrong. He was referring to errors, breaches or oversights of any kind. -Cassia, I've been late for work several days. "For that reason," Irafusta replied with a severe voice, "I'm going to punish you." The dominatrix gave these explanations while she showed me the masochism chamber that was inside the private home where she and her companions worked on Alberto Alcocer street in Madrid. This floor was divided into several rooms, intended for the exercise of prostitution, a living room, kitchen and a large room reserved exclusively for sado-maso practices. In the advertising flyers that led me to that place you could read: YOUR TEMPLE OF PAIN The best house in Sado 6 submissive 5 loves 1 fully equipped cabinet Cuzco Subway