WORTHLESS/SIN VALOR. ||Terminada/Finished. ||

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I am pleased with the art of life, of owning it and tearing it away from its owner, but not as you usually imagine, being more cautious and moldable you can adapt to the great attack. I do not have experience of it but of the situations that I have been allowed to live I would say that it is a vice of which I do not want to be cured or left forgotten.
But when you approach me I can't help feeling the warmth of your skin, I can't help fantasizing and I feel so sweaty that it's uncomfortable and dirty, my breathing speeds up and therefore my heart beats faster, I find it hard to control and calm the damn voices and listen to them where there is no light.
How does someone like you provoke me something like no other?

In the end, always awake from my thoughts. I bathe, I get ready, I travel, I make up, I prepare and everything is ready for another of my shows, without encouragement, without taste, but I have to, it's my job, I already have more money insured, what do I complain about? I will act for a while and then I leave.
I continue with talent, too many ideas and I will take advantage of them, I will not let them fall, let alone die, I can still squeeze more of myself and earn much more money.

Traveling among the whole world I can conquer cities, states and countries, but the most important of these are people, conquering hearts. That is what empowers me in one way or another, it gives me recognition and courage, one too big for what I do and I have as a career and also all the art that I expose of what I feel, perceive and believe.

With that power, love and idolization who can doubt me? Who will believe that I am capable of doing something so bad? No one. I have no one against me, only Christians.

She was here, ready to see me and to live the experience, in the front row, with a VIP pass. For my part I had excellent managers, who did everything I asked for, got everything I asked for. They were my bitches instead of me being theirs. I love being in control of everything. It was time to start the damn show, the red lights came on and my guitarists started playing, people were crazy, shouting, clapping, waving ...
It feels so good that they receive you like this, you feel everything in a sea of ​​nothing.

I went out in that dark lit red, I sang with my typical voice worn and ruined by the years. What if I just realized? No, of course not, as I said, I am squeezing every last drop of vocal cord that I can keep.
My entry a bit normal, singing The Beautiful People, tearing my throat when I scream in those pleasant parts of the song ... As I did years ago ...

The fans sang with me, with the rhythm ... And then she was, dancing, wiggling her hips, jumping and stirring that mane ...
It was incomparable, it was the only one that stood out from the whole crowd, like the typical star in the sky, it only stands out more than the others because it is the largest. The brightest of all and it shows.

He stuck to the stage, his eyes shone, he saw all the scenery and how the guitarists played. As he finished singing ... It seemed he was watching the best concert in the world. But I know that this concert is not so worth it to put that price and dazzling look.
So it was time to act, the guitar solo started again, my managers had at hand what I had asked them, then I would sing Kill 4 me and which I will give everything of me to sing it as she expects it, with a good voice , hoarse and soft, that I will make her wet and make her fall in love and fall at my feet, as everyone does. I already had what was necessary in my left hand. I hid it in the bag of my black jacket and in that hand I wore a motorcycle glove. With my right hand I had the microphone, the song began and I began to sing as I promised.
Slowly approaching her, being very cautious, I went down the two steps of that stage, among all that darkness I could see her, people were singing and attentive to my movements, I had to be very careful how I would get the weapon of that crime that was going to commit, among all these people and in a concert, it will be something never expected by anyone, not even to find out. This will break a new record.

So I would try with some affection, I sat next to the beauty and sat in front of me watching me, singing with faces and approaching her pretty face which she laughed and made me sing with me, in that I did not wait any longer and I shot anywhere that the poison can enter your skin ... She laughed for that moment so there was nothing to worry about, I quickly put my hand back where I was and continued normal, she saw me directly in the eyes and I could see that colorful effect on them, those pupils were the largest I had seen it's all my life ... I wanted to kiss her so much, to make her mine.

Finishing that song I decided to go to my dressing room, I couldn't stand it anymore, I told my managers to bring that girl here while I inhaled a line of cocaine...
Then inhale others. I don't know how but I stopped, going back to the stage, doing disaster and ... Then not remembering anything ... Appear from nowhere in the arms of one of your manager and then in the truck with a lot of heat and anxiety ... That you can not calm down but then I do not know how or in what way but you go back to sleep.

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Waking up in bed after getting high at a concert was typical for me ...
There will be more websites talking about me on the ... Wait, what time is it?
Great.. It's night, and the room is still clear ... I looked towards the wall without knowing why, this was not my room but it was a room in my house.
I turned and there was someone lying next to me, I look down the sheets and it's her ...
I thought I would never see her again and it would be another of my wet dreams.
I was very asleep, I got under the sheets and I could see that I had a pajama shorts and a very thin blouse. This woman... Achieve how to wake up even in my worst moments.
I approach a little ... With fear of waking her up so I stood still for a while, but there was no movement so I moved closer to her body, apparently I only had a boxer.
I felt her ass in my lump, I couldn't help but stick to her and smell her perfume ... It was so fresh ..
My trembling hands landed on her hip ... I went down where her short was and without thinking it I lowered it hard that even her underwear was also lowered.
He started to move and I jumped over it but then stopped ... I waited a while and apparently I was still asleep. So I continued, I definitely took off my boxer, grabbed my cock with my right hand ready for action, began to massage it with a bit of speed so that it would wake up a hundred and when it did I directed my cock towards the entrance of this bitch, It was very tight, I really needed it too much ...
In the second onslaught she started to move, I was waking up, I started touching her, I was clenching her breasts and to finish her hips and her hot ass, I was fucking her very hard, she started moaning and wanting to get away, but I couldn't, I was so drugged that contrabass I could make some sound. I was so wet, so much so that I could leave all my essence inside her, I felt so dirty, sticky and slimy when I pulled my member out of her entrance. She woke up totally from the drug, with tears on her face, with those pretty eyes but no light. She was a dead girl ... Both she and I couldn't believe she was capable of committing rape. I got up from that bed full of fluids, I was disgusted, leaving that stranger in bed about to give her a crisis.