The so-called Love and Sex
Do you like to see her naked in front of you would rather not blame her a trace, all of her clothes to cover their Chequ, wants to see all she has covered only hope that she is a hundred percent of your heart, and she all are yours, and her feelings, her body, including her joys and sorrows, are you! You can never meet, can not satisfy her how much you love, can not satisfy her desire to give you the pleasure, preferring to do what you love with your demonstration of sexual desire.
Women are angels, not only because she will bring you happiness and beauty, but also because she would rather you break her wings, as you fly! Instead, it makes you happier, because you ravaged her body.
You will say, I love you.
Sure, you love her. Is it you love her beautiful and full of desire for your body, you love her mouthwatering body.
There is no physical affection. You love when she screams at the climax, you love that you share her helplessness, she will love you more love you even more to the "happiness" and to meet your own!
You can not see you holding hands with her former happiness.
At that moment, to stimulate your sympathetic nervous excitement, you meet, yet she as a sex doll.
Because you know she loves you so everything that will give you a sick?
Only to themselves but also to be possessed of that kind of excited?
Just hope that they themselves would be the arm?
Because she loves you!
She loves you and you love her completely different!
You are joking.
But she had moved in as a little bit of give up their own.
She could not bear to hurt you, not make you love another woman whom and not take it anymore.
She was afraid of losing you, afraid you'll fall in love with another woman, so will all give you the first kiss, to love your own capital, to his first love, will be selected in the hesitation you.
When you see her naked, very poor in front of you, will think, what is true love it, how to distinguish between a love and sex it?
You for her, with no mercy and love, you always say, it is not love, just sex for you. Lust, satisfaction, excitement make you lose the true meaning of love, understanding.
Always appreciate the Platonic love, only love and no sex.
However, the man who will do there? And does not ask this, what man can honestly say to you, you are a woman seeking her intention to pursue it?
Men, women, remember that said, the man is the backbone of the world, while women are the ornament of this world.
Pillar embellished.
Could it be that is to give 【】 【decorated pillars】 dedication own?
The only way a woman is the real you, it is the only love you, man?
These are the boys grew up to become the backbone of the world - man!
Looking back, just how old the children, he found, did not grow up into men and boys over a decade ago, although only eight or nine, but totally more than the adult men know what is love!
In fact, our youth will know how to protect ignorant of the age of the girls around, or because you like her, or you could not bear to see her disappear in the joy of life is you. But that feeling of a cherished not always stay until the total adult heart.
Some feeling, some experience, some of the pain and memories for you, so you slowly forget the most sincere feelings.
Perhaps it is because our child is simple, do not know what is sexual and what is the situation, what is friendship, love.
2011年1月5日星期三
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
I was a lonely child. When I was a kid, I used to stay in one place very far away, where watched little friends to play, and they will not see me, because I always hid in other people sight. I always do not like talking to strangers, from the time I came to this village, the village which are all strangers, I began to silence does not speak, and no one said. Gradually, we all thought I was dumb, but I will speak, I just do not want to say, even an uncle did not know.
When I was five years old came to this remote village, the year I remember particularly cold winter, the snow day after day, I almost thought I would have frozen to death, and that I particularly remember that distant time South of the warm and humid, although I do not like those years I have experienced things, but I really do not want to stay in a cold place.
I'm from the far south to the warm damp places more distant cold north of the town. Before that I had not seen this so-called uncle, I only know that he is the only brother of my mother. But my mother, that I do not like a woman to live in this cold place, but she was out of here, died in the far south of the city, always stayed at the wet and warm environment inside . Sometimes I really envy her, could have been like to stay I like that place. Year she and a man died in a car accident together, the man is not my father. I do not know who my father is, I think my uncle did not know, or he will not say: You're a wild species. I do not want to identify what, so I chose to no longer speak.
My uncle came home in third year, I started there in the post-col mountain cattle, because my aunt told me the only food to eat before work. But the cousin did not work but also have something to eat. At that time I do not know why he is still the choice to silence, but then I was thinking, if I was talking to her she would not be scared to death of the past, I still did not speak after all, a person holding cattle to go quietly the mountain. In that year, the cow has become my only friend, and I speak into every day, I fear that if it does not, and others speak, then I really can not speak.
Cattle in those days, when evening comes, I would be particularly sad, I began to think of my mother. Although I do not like her, but I began to miss her. That evening three years ago, she became a beautiful snow lotus, or so beautiful, but she was never the left, a white sheet to cover her body, that she left me The final impression. Now every time I see something white, are also afraid, because I would think it was my mother, but they end up leaving.
In the village, relying on the left side of the road in a small room, which is home to a lovely old man, long white beard told me that he is very old. Every time I see him, he will be stroking my head that the child good. I listened to would be particularly touched the verge of tears. Every time the old man would tell me the story, Journey to the story, I remember very clearly, because in that year of almost no people talking to me. I have always felt the old man is a particularly lovely old man, so in the first and his goodbye, I casually shouted, Grandpa. The strange thing is the old man did not show of astonishment, just nodded his head slightly toward me. Later, I learned that, everyone knows I will not speak, but they do not want to speak to me nothing more. Think of the age of eight years, even in front of my aunt cry, she will not be scared to death, I might still beating. Article willow remember the way the body pumping, a Road bruising almost all over the body, may be their own do not cry, her anger was changed to eliminate it, will cause only because it broke a bowl.
I was a lonely child. When I was a kid, I used to stay in one place very far away, where watched little friends to play, and they will not see me, because I always hid in other people sight. I always do not like talking to strangers, from the time I came to this village, the village which are all strangers, I began to silence does not speak, and no one said. Gradually, we all thought I was dumb, but I will speak, I just do not want to say, even an uncle did not know.
When I was five years old came to this remote village, the year I remember particularly cold winter, the snow day after day, I almost thought I would have frozen to death, and that I particularly remember that distant time South of the warm and humid, although I do not like those years I have experienced things, but I really do not want to stay in a cold place.
I'm from the far south to the warm damp places more distant cold north of the town. Before that I had not seen this so-called uncle, I only know that he is the only brother of my mother. But my mother, that I do not like a woman to live in this cold place, but she was out of here, died in the far south of the city, always stayed at the wet and warm environment inside . Sometimes I really envy her, could have been like to stay I like that place. Year she and a man died in a car accident together, the man is not my father. I do not know who my father is, I think my uncle did not know, or he will not say: You're a wild species. I do not want to identify what, so I chose to no longer speak.
My uncle came home in third year, I started there in the post-col mountain cattle, because my aunt told me the only food to eat before work. But the cousin did not work but also have something to eat. At that time I do not know why he is still the choice to silence, but then I was thinking, if I was talking to her she would not be scared to death of the past, I still did not speak after all, a person holding cattle to go quietly the mountain. In that year, the cow has become my only friend, and I speak into every day, I fear that if it does not, and others speak, then I really can not speak.
Cattle in those days, when evening comes, I would be particularly sad, I began to think of my mother. Although I do not like her, but I began to miss her. That evening three years ago, she became a beautiful snow lotus, or so beautiful, but she was never the left, a white sheet to cover her body, that she left me The final impression. Now every time I see something white, are also afraid, because I would think it was my mother, but they end up leaving.
In the village, relying on the left side of the road in a small room, which is home to a lovely old man, long white beard told me that he is very old. Every time I see him, he will be stroking my head that the child good. I listened to would be particularly touched the verge of tears. Every time the old man would tell me the story, Journey to the story, I remember very clearly, because in that year of almost no people talking to me. I have always felt the old man is a particularly lovely old man, so in the first and his goodbye, I casually shouted, Grandpa. The strange thing is the old man did not show of astonishment, just nodded his head slightly toward me. Later, I learned that, everyone knows I will not speak, but they do not want to speak to me nothing more. Think of the age of eight years, even in front of my aunt cry, she will not be scared to death, I might still beating. Article willow remember the way the body pumping, a Road bruising almost all over the body, may be their own do not cry, her anger was changed to eliminate it, will cause only because it broke a bowl.
Nothing happened
Nothing happened
I was a lonely child. When I was a kid, I used to stay in one place very far away, where watched little friends to play, and they will not see me, because I always hid in other people sight. I always do not like talking to strangers, from the time I came to this village, the village which are all strangers, I began to silence does not speak, and no one said. Gradually, we all thought I was dumb, but I will speak, I just do not want to say, even an uncle did not know.
When I was five years old came to this remote village, the year I remember particularly cold winter, the snow day after day, I almost thought I would have frozen to death, and that I particularly remember that distant time South of the warm and humid, although I do not like those years I have experienced things, but I really do not want to stay in a cold place.
I'm from the far south to the warm damp places more distant cold north of the town. Before that I had not seen this so-called uncle, I only know that he is the only brother of my mother. But my mother, that I do not like a woman to live in this cold place, but she was out of here, died in the far south of the city, always stayed at the wet and warm environment inside . Sometimes I really envy her, could have been like to stay I like that place. Year she and a man died in a car accident together, the man is not my father. I do not know who my father is, I think my uncle did not know, or he will not say: You're a wild species. I do not want to identify what, so I chose to no longer speak.
My uncle came home in third year, I started there in the post-col mountain cattle, because my aunt told me the only food to eat before work. But the cousin did not work but also have something to eat. At that time I do not know why he is still the choice to silence, but then I was thinking, if I was talking to her she would not be scared to death of the past, I still did not speak after all, a person holding cattle to go quietly the mountain. In that year, the cow has become my only friend, and I speak into every day, I fear that if it does not, and others speak, then I really can not speak.
Cattle in those days, when evening comes, I would be particularly sad, I began to think of my mother. Although I do not like her, but I began to miss her. That evening three years ago, she became a beautiful snow lotus, or so beautiful, but she was never the left, a white sheet to cover her body, that she left me The final impression. Now every time I see something white, are also afraid, because I would think it was my mother, but they end up leaving.
In the village, relying on the left side of the road in a small room, which is home to a lovely old man, long white beard told me that he is very old. Every time I see him, he will be stroking my head that the child good. I listened to would be particularly touched the verge of tears. Every time the old man would tell me the story, Journey to the story, I remember very clearly, because in that year of almost no people talking to me. I have always felt the old man is a particularly lovely old man, so in the first and his goodbye, I casually shouted, Grandpa. The strange thing is the old man did not show of astonishment, just nodded his head slightly toward me. Later, I learned that, everyone knows I will not speak, but they do not want to speak to me nothing more. Think of the age of eight years, even in front of my aunt cry, she will not be scared to death, I might still beating. Article willow remember the way the body pumping, a Road bruising almost all over the body, may be their own do not cry, her anger was changed to eliminate it, will cause only because it broke a bowl.<div
I was a lonely child. When I was a kid, I used to stay in one place very far away, where watched little friends to play, and they will not see me, because I always hid in other people sight. I always do not like talking to strangers, from the time I came to this village, the village which are all strangers, I began to silence does not speak, and no one said. Gradually, we all thought I was dumb, but I will speak, I just do not want to say, even an uncle did not know.
When I was five years old came to this remote village, the year I remember particularly cold winter, the snow day after day, I almost thought I would have frozen to death, and that I particularly remember that distant time South of the warm and humid, although I do not like those years I have experienced things, but I really do not want to stay in a cold place.
I'm from the far south to the warm damp places more distant cold north of the town. Before that I had not seen this so-called uncle, I only know that he is the only brother of my mother. But my mother, that I do not like a woman to live in this cold place, but she was out of here, died in the far south of the city, always stayed at the wet and warm environment inside . Sometimes I really envy her, could have been like to stay I like that place. Year she and a man died in a car accident together, the man is not my father. I do not know who my father is, I think my uncle did not know, or he will not say: You're a wild species. I do not want to identify what, so I chose to no longer speak.
My uncle came home in third year, I started there in the post-col mountain cattle, because my aunt told me the only food to eat before work. But the cousin did not work but also have something to eat. At that time I do not know why he is still the choice to silence, but then I was thinking, if I was talking to her she would not be scared to death of the past, I still did not speak after all, a person holding cattle to go quietly the mountain. In that year, the cow has become my only friend, and I speak into every day, I fear that if it does not, and others speak, then I really can not speak.
Cattle in those days, when evening comes, I would be particularly sad, I began to think of my mother. Although I do not like her, but I began to miss her. That evening three years ago, she became a beautiful snow lotus, or so beautiful, but she was never the left, a white sheet to cover her body, that she left me The final impression. Now every time I see something white, are also afraid, because I would think it was my mother, but they end up leaving.
In the village, relying on the left side of the road in a small room, which is home to a lovely old man, long white beard told me that he is very old. Every time I see him, he will be stroking my head that the child good. I listened to would be particularly touched the verge of tears. Every time the old man would tell me the story, Journey to the story, I remember very clearly, because in that year of almost no people talking to me. I have always felt the old man is a particularly lovely old man, so in the first and his goodbye, I casually shouted, Grandpa. The strange thing is the old man did not show of astonishment, just nodded his head slightly toward me. Later, I learned that, everyone knows I will not speak, but they do not want to speak to me nothing more. Think of the age of eight years, even in front of my aunt cry, she will not be scared to death, I might still beating. Article willow remember the way the body pumping, a Road bruising almost all over the body, may be their own do not cry, her anger was changed to eliminate it, will cause only because it broke a bowl.<div
Have to live brilliant smile flower
Have to live brilliant smile flower
Micro is a good move for the girls, like nothing on the filled with the Paoqu Wan, since graduating from high school after she went outside to play like, or nothing to run internet café, deserted because she was afraid to stay home, since the Mom and Dad suddenly left the world after the accident, she and grandma, though my father left her mother a lot of money, but she felt empty, money is nothing in her eyes, she just want to have a family, She only wanted mom and dad is still alive, but, no use, no use to this, micro-just want to decadence, she did not want their own future, because she felt she simply has no future, old grandmother, which makes She felt fear, she was afraid that one day her grandmother suddenly, like, like father and mother away from her, she is really afraid of ... ...
That day, her usual corner to find the best place to sit down cafes open the computer, wearing headphones while listening to music, watching his QQ space, as she indulged in the net sea, she was suddenly take off the headphones, she also did not react when the hand was then pulled, pulling her was about eighteen-year-old boy, he worried voice in her ear next to the screaming: You're Zhu A? Bar the door to fight to the dead! You stay here! You're a fool to death!
Slightly aghast, looked really only see chaos in a cafe, Internet access in Wangwaimian red, four boys tugging back and forth at each other in a fight, cafe owner called the police in panic, looking slightly scared shivering, big stand still with eyes blankly at a loss, without any explanation of the juvenile ran out holding her hand, but also cursed her: Could you hurry it really? See you so small age, for a police identity card you do not have adults you're finished, you do not have identity cards are allowed access to the Internet ... ...
Micro suddenly want to laugh, he did not think she has not grown? She is nineteen years old! But did not explain the micro, so he took her out the door, and so went to street side, he suddenly let go her hand, and then skillfully from the clothes in the bags out of a pack of cigarettes, and then took out a lighter lit a cigarette and a mouthful, and then an arrogant tone to her: Hey! How old are you? How come you look like the pig stupid ah? Fight so much louder than your voice, really full of worms! Dead deserve!
Micro is a good move for the girls, like nothing on the filled with the Paoqu Wan, since graduating from high school after she went outside to play like, or nothing to run internet café, deserted because she was afraid to stay home, since the Mom and Dad suddenly left the world after the accident, she and grandma, though my father left her mother a lot of money, but she felt empty, money is nothing in her eyes, she just want to have a family, She only wanted mom and dad is still alive, but, no use, no use to this, micro-just want to decadence, she did not want their own future, because she felt she simply has no future, old grandmother, which makes She felt fear, she was afraid that one day her grandmother suddenly, like, like father and mother away from her, she is really afraid of ... ...
That day, her usual corner to find the best place to sit down cafes open the computer, wearing headphones while listening to music, watching his QQ space, as she indulged in the net sea, she was suddenly take off the headphones, she also did not react when the hand was then pulled, pulling her was about eighteen-year-old boy, he worried voice in her ear next to the screaming: You're Zhu A? Bar the door to fight to the dead! You stay here! You're a fool to death!
Slightly aghast, looked really only see chaos in a cafe, Internet access in Wangwaimian red, four boys tugging back and forth at each other in a fight, cafe owner called the police in panic, looking slightly scared shivering, big stand still with eyes blankly at a loss, without any explanation of the juvenile ran out holding her hand, but also cursed her: Could you hurry it really? See you so small age, for a police identity card you do not have adults you're finished, you do not have identity cards are allowed access to the Internet ... ...
Micro suddenly want to laugh, he did not think she has not grown? She is nineteen years old! But did not explain the micro, so he took her out the door, and so went to street side, he suddenly let go her hand, and then skillfully from the clothes in the bags out of a pack of cigarettes, and then took out a lighter lit a cigarette and a mouthful, and then an arrogant tone to her: Hey! How old are you? How come you look like the pig stupid ah? Fight so much louder than your voice, really full of worms! Dead deserve!
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