Solitude in two

Etymologically, the word monogamy is of Greek origin, derived from the terms monos <unk> meaning "alone" and gamos <unk> meaning "union" or "marriage". According to the Brazilian Dictionary of the Portuguese Language Michaelis On-line (2020), monogamy is a feminine noun that defines the state or condition of being monogamous or, better said, it is a system or custom that, during the validity of marriage, requires a man to have only one wife and a woman to have only one husband. In historical terms, monogamy is a newer invention than one imagines. This is what historian Stephanie Coontz says in her book Marriage, a History (2005). She states that this behavior emerged about 12,000 years ago in the so-called primitive society, a period in which humans ceased to be hunter-gatherers and became farmers. An era that was defined by the German sociologist Friedrich Engels (1984), among other things, by nomadism and promiscuous relationships. In The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State (1984), the author argues that the monogamous family model was created to concentrate under a given group of people, the family nucleus, the private property of the patriarch and not as a natural consequence of affective sexual relations. All this to ensure that the property is perpetuated, that the heirs have origin, pedigree for the puppies and lonely beds. After all, in its origin the word already defines everything: loneliness for two. All right, you are a conservative follower of Engels and at this moment in your wise and lonely head, while playing with your fingers in your vagina and cousin imagining that I fuck you and begging you to get out of this loneliness, imagine that I am a pervert, a maniac, a madman. Yes, you dream about it, dream that I am a pervert to fuck you anywhere I want, that I am a maniac to fill with passion to tirelessly insert into all your holes and a madman to break all the chains that imprison you in a life of constant sexual dissatisfaction. What you don't understand is that we are polyamorous beings, people can love their steady partner and also love the people with whom they have extra-marital relationships, or even have multiple love relationships in which there is a feeling of reciprocal love between everyone involved. Yes, we just need to understand the different forms of love and accept them. You already practice polyamory and don't even realize it, a mother loves her child differently from the way she loves her husband, and a whore loves her lover much more intensely than her husband, but despises the insecurity he causes. Lover, in its most classic terms, means a person who loves or has a passion for something else, subject, area, people or related; one who, with another person, maintains a sexual encounter in this form, however, is not publicly assuming too much moral involvement, without any harm. There is a desire for the greater parts of the adventure, which secretly enjoys having the first kiss of the greatest double life. There is a desire for the greater part of the adventure, which secretly enjoys the kiss of the greatest life in the mouth of the next person. There is a desire for the freedom, although there are no boundaries, and there are no worries in this space, except for taking care of the children. We love all of this, because in the bowels of our being there is a dormant gene, a part of Homo Neanderthalis, that hunter-gatherer who walked around the world climbing freely. The one who, when he wanted a woman, killed her husband and children and dragged her by the hair. Why do you think he likes so much to fuck on all fours by grabbing her ass and having her hair pulled? Yes, inside you there is that thirsty female being eaten by the strongest, most virile man. He eats you hard and doesn't care if you are the mother of his offspring. You wish this every night when you lie in your bed and your husband is snoring or even when he fucks you in the classic daddy and mommy shower, and snores your ass off to the side to cuddle like Napoleon in the Revolution of the Cards, then George Orwell's. Everything in the world is forced to turn into a miserable whore twice in his life, and when you give up your desire for the most unsatisfactory food, it's like giving up your life to a whore or a whore. When you find me you realize this whole sea of unhappiness. So beg to be my little whore, my little puppy, so that I am your master, your male, your Neanderthal. In the middle of your forest lighting your fire, waking your sleeping gene. I kiss you passionately, sucking your tits like a hungry child, licking your neck and your ear, diving into your being. So I suck you, I suck you as if nothing else exists making you plunge into my sea of pleasure, with the same intensity I fuck you. ... I feel your pussy and your ass swallowing my master sitting every inch and dancing there and leaving and thinking, I see you enjoying yourself deeply. Satisfied, we rest, drunk in the smell of your sex, while my pussy runs around your fire, waking your sleeping gene. So I kiss you passionately, suck your tits like a hungry child, lick your neck and your ear, dive into your being. So I suck you, suck you as if nothing else exists making you dive into my sea of pleasure, with the same intensity I fuck you. ... I feel your pussy and your ass swallowing my master sitting every inch and dancing there and thinking, I see you enjoying yourself as deeply as I find you. Satisfied, we rest, drunk in the smell of your sex, your Neander, your Neanderthal man, your Neanderthal man, your Neanderthal man.