True sexual happiness

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The flowers of happiness bloom in my heart, the song of love drifts on the wind, our hearts fly far away…

This is a song filled with revolutionary passion. According to my mother, it was the first song in the country in the 1980s to contain the word "love," and it was very popular at that time. When I was a child, my mother loved to hum this song, singing it while picking vegetables, until my ears were calloused from hearing it so much. I would happily hum it while driving, feeling that my life was full of sunshine. Because of my cheerful mood, I finally untied that knot in my heart. Now I understand why I despised sexual desire and relationships between men and women for a period of time. Only a man who has been hurt by a woman would think like that! I think a man with a problem will develop another kind of vicious thought. If a man is psychologically healthy, vicious thoughts will never arise. But in a psychologically unhealthy man, anything can arise, even thoughts of murder and suicide. Then I thought: everyone has moments of mental instability, everyone carries a shadow within them. When we are healthy, we are good people, loving, and willing to help others; when we are unhealthy, we can all become cobras with venom in their teeth, or crazed terrorists. Humans are monsters on earth, monsters that are both good and bad. We need love, both abstract love and instinctive love. I wanted to sleep with her again; it had been so long since I'd tasted a woman's flavor, and she had become a delicious treat. I wondered if I was being too wicked, but that wasn't the time to think about such things. I drove the car off the highway and onto the riverbank. She asked what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to sit here and look at the night. "The night is so enchanting, don't you think?" I said.

Actually, my heart wasn't in the night; the night didn't exist for me. Only she existed. This was the riverbank, not the Xiang River. It was the Liuyang River, a narrow river, its water shimmering with a steely light under the night sky. We didn't get out of the car; we just sat there. Thinking about her body, I realized my libido was still very strong. What I thought was insignificant was actually quite intense. This proved that sometimes people are indeed deceiving themselves; willpower can defeat and overcome lust, but it cannot eliminate it. I said, "Darling, I want to do it with you again."

She looked at me, her eyes flashing, and asked with a smile, "Want me again?"

Her voice was sweet, her words carrying a honeyed scent, not cloying. I said, "I don't know why, I just want to."

I pulled her into my arms; her face had a faint fragrance. Like a blind man feeling his reflection, I touched her lips; they were warm. She opened her mouth and gently bit my finger. I touched her lips and nose, until her breathing became heavier. She also began to touch me, my face, my body, saying, "Do you love me?" "

I love you." I said, "It's precisely because I love you that I want my little brother inside you again." These words were a tease; I wanted to have sex with her in the car. She didn't answer me. I didn't know what she was thinking at that moment. I touched her breasts and played with her nipples. I felt she was truly a wonderful woman. I turned her face to face me directly, and she looked back at me. Actually, neither of us could see each other's faces clearly; the moonlight couldn't penetrate the car, but we could both feel the warmth of each other's gazes, and our hearts were filled with joy. "I love you," I said.

She said, "I love you too." She added two words: "Really."

At that moment, I thought of Feng Li. Feng Li had also said something similar, and had also used the word "really." I said, "Darling, how long will you love me?"

"A lifetime," she said.

I shuddered when I heard "a lifetime" and said, "I hope so." I added, "We should both remember today."

She said, "Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Darling, shall we sit in the back seat?"

We moved to the back seat, and without my prompting, she quickly took off her lotus-colored dress and tossed her bra aside. She opened her arms and hugged me tightly. I felt the passion overflowing from her merging with the passion surging within me, like two streams flowing together. I kissed her, kissing her passionately. "

Do you love me?" she whispered again.

"Yes," I said, pressing my lips to hers and sucking.

She returned my kiss with equal fervor; we were both wild, making love drip wet, as if we had recklessly stumbled into a rainforest and were reveling within it. I kissed her soft breasts, which were covered in fragrant sweat, like glistening morning dew rolling on lotus leaves. I collected the dewdrops from her breasts with my lips, enjoying the faint salty taste. It came from the pores of her skin. I was filled with passion, a passion that ignited my body, making every cell burn as if on fire, leaving me burning hot. Her body, too, had been melted by the flames of my love, erupting like a volcano with molten lava. My penis proudly and joyfully entered her wet nest, as if entering a magnificent prairie. She cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Darling, I'm going to lose it, ah, I'm really going to lose it."

After all that, I felt a little sleepy. If we weren't in the car, I might have turned over and fallen asleep, leaving her to clean up the mess. But we were in the car, and I still had to drive her home and myself home. "

Do you feel happy?" she asked.

"Happy, darling, I feel very happy." "Are you happy?"

she said. "Me too."

[The End]

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