There was a victorious picture in my brain, that is, I was completely intoxicated with the world in which I controlled women, and my ugly face showed the sinister and ignorant it deserved. I talked to the young woman for about two weeks, and we texted. Our affectionate content has gone from praise to flirting, and I am like a river fisherman who knows the way to fish, in this lonely world that does not care about others. I satisfy my inner emptiness by possessing women. who knows I was a virgin when I was 29. I hate my virginity as much as I hate my status as a slave. When I dedicated my first night to this woman, the most I remembered was Yu Dafu's words. Yu Dafu, a talented writer, also encountered sexual depression. in fact, this kind of depression is the common depression of the Chinese people in that special era. Yu Dafu wanted to end his virginity, so he handed over his virginity to the excellent woman while he was studying in Japan. The same is true of me, as long as I don't reject such women very much, and what I appreciate, such as sexy breasts, strong, round buttocks, fair skin, and an introverted but resolute personality. I will not hesitate to dedicate my abominable virginity to her, impolitely to her! I want to be a man, a mature man. Don't want to be a quiet, shy man who comforts himself in the inner room.
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
I told the young woman that the night we met, you were going to wear sexy black underwear and black stockings. That is my favorite golden autumn season, it is a season full of osmanthus aroma, osmanthus brewing on my original impulse, merciless possessiveness. After work, I rode my bike towards the west, to the place where my desire could be relieved as much as possible. Like a cyclist, I stood up and wriggled my unsexy buttocks fiercely. I think in my heart: I want to touch every part of your body that can make my heart surging, I want to enjoy your gentle breasts, to touch your mysterious cave that can bring me physical pleasure, I want to smell your intoxicating suffocating love. She told me that her phone couldn't see the caller's name, so I smelled the sound and threw away the car in my hand. Smelled her place with Chanel or Lancome perfume. I want to take full possession of every pore and space in your body, and I want to know how tortuous, thought-provoking, and forgetful you are in you. It was such a primitive desire that I came to the bridgehead and found the young woman sitting on the lawn waiting for me, a hungry man like me, and I would no longer praise her gracefully and gentlemanly. All I had to do was put my evil hand directly into her bra to feel the fragrance of the young woman's tender breasts that fascinated me. Take women directly into their arms, feverishly madly like Hitler's Nazi army into the indomitable France, enjoy the possession of women. I just know that the original married women, their breasts are no longer as full as they used to be with charm. The possessive space left for men is not a strong, plump breast, but a mask that terrible women like-bras, which underpin a woman's confidence and sexiness. My hand, as if possessed, slipped quickly into the young woman's skirt, and I thought I would struggle to find out exactly where the honey hole was. Just as the shooter aimed at the bull's eye, but after not long touching my hand, her rare golden rain had completely eroded my soul like a drizzle in spring, nourishing my depleted heart. I've longed for the nourishment of love for a long time. How can a man who loves self-satisfaction have such a generous treatment, I quickly occupy her body. My angry infatuation, like a runaway Mustang, had already wandered at the door of the house, once, twice, three times, and the slurry of my unbearable desire spurted out of my body, allowing my body and mind to be completely released and relaxed. I think I finally have the object of love, although this woman is not the prey I really need, it's just one of the more than a hundred special things I want to love, it's just a passer-by in a hurry in my life, and I love her back now. But in the future will not love her, will only severely abandon her. Like beasts in the animal world, the task they face is to inherit their strong body and noble soul from generation to generation.
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
I'm still me, she's still her. we've been close to each other, but we've never been bravely and truly one. Because I am always afraid and afraid of being one, and this fear is like a child walking in the dark. She lifted her skirt in an instant without a trace of shame or reserve. I think such a woman also regards me as a prey in her life, and I am the fish she wants to catch in her life. Riding a bike, with a slurry in his underwear that eventually becomes like dead armor. I ran back to my comfort zone where I could continue to fantasize and continue to look for prey-beautiful, sexy creatures! Pick up the Bible and go home and confess to the Lord Jesus! My Oedipus complex was finally satisfied when I was 29!
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
The first taste of rich fragrance and special things (translation of original works)
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