Jared Naarh Letras
Esto es lo que hago, yo bebo, follo y escribo. Casi siempre en ese orden. Eyaculo historias que urgen ser leidas para alcanzar el extasis del lector.
23/12/2020
PHYSICALLY FORBIDDEN.
"...And he puts it. He pushes him into me with precise force while he holds me firmly by the pelvis; I complain, I moan, I'm stirred by the stabbing pain that rises through my insides numbing my brain, but I'm trapped and immobile by his hands. He enters me with speed and certainty and just as he put it in, so he took it out. I try to say something to him, but he chokes my words with his mouth at the exact moment that his p***s re-enters, the pain rises up my spine announcing the pleasure of being pe*****ted over and over again. He thrusts his long, thick er****on fully into my dilated a**s, I feel it throb inside me. I groan and gasp, but my moans are silenced by the soldier's mouth, who, being inside me, bends down again to reach my mouth and possess it with his tongue as he possesses my a**s with his p***s. The soldier's waist is loose from all chains, from all military rectitude, from all rules, he comes and goes at full speed and with great force, the applause from his pelvis crashing into my buttocks drives away all discretion, regardless of whether my bodyguard is there on the other side of the bathroom door waiting for me.
16/06/2020
PHYSICALLY FORCED
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If there is something that Jadel Barón loves, much more than torture, it is sexually submit to those who believe him inferior because of his sexual orientation. You see, Jadel Barón is actually a sexual beast who f***s with whatever he wants, regardless of gender, but he does not f**k like a normal person, he takes it hard and likes to do it while his victim is physically disabled, tied up, forced to feel their 10 inches of c**k without them being able to avoid it. He likes to tie them down, subdue them, make them his slaves, and torture them sexually. And what he enjoys the most is knowing that he can pe*****te his victims and take away their virginity, their power and their will.
"I don't do it easy, I do it like I always have: rough, wild, fierce, cruel. I push my c**k with all my strength towards the opening, the movement burns, scrapes, burns, pleases. It was accurate, with a single movement burst inside him, swallowed hard to savor the moment that I refused years ago and I enjoy that the opportunity was repeated, I imagine that he is still that once years old boy and that his mother has just shot me. He stops fighting with the ties in his hands, his curses and calls for help are exchanged for a sound of deprivation, yes, he´s deprived, the lack of oxygen in his lungs, the pain steals that from him, the pain that begins in his lower sphincter and spreads through his buttocks, his bowels, which goes up his liver and abdomen and numbs his brain, that pain robbed him of air. I feel his hamstrings and his buttocks tense with the throbbing pain. And he finally screams".
10/12/2019
Como cuando me dijiste aquel "para siempre" y mentiste... Porque días después dirías que lo tuyo era divertirte, pasarla bien, que los sentimientos son para débiles. Lo siento, pero tengo que discrepar. Mis sentimientos me están haciendo fuerte, porque debo recoger parte por parte mis pedazos, a pesar del dolor.
¿Cómo puede alguien, que parecía ser la persona correcta, romperte así?
Hoy mis labios pecan... extrañando tus besos, quisiera decir que no es así, pero uno de los dos debe decir la verdad, ¿no? Mi raciocinio está al tanto de que lo único que tengo que hacer es olvidarte, pero mi corazón le sigue dando guerra, aferrándose a un sinsentido como si el aferrarme, nos hiciera volver...
Te quitara lo cobarde...
Te diera valor...
Nos llevara de nuevo al punto de partida...
Lamentarme no sirve, sigo medio ahogado en esta copa de cabernet, como intentando embriagar mi razón… o mi corazón… y es que a veces es necesario: tirarse en la cama, pensar cuanto pudimos ser, cuanto pudimos tener, cuanto pudimos hacer, recorrer tu boca con mis recuerdos, extrañarte de más. Hacerlo hasta purgarte de mí sistema, hasta que solo seas alguien que pasó por mi vida para enseñarme, hasta que esta pena que me inunda no lleve más tu nombre.
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