Male heart trembling

Physical collisions are like endless perpetual motion machines.I am the one who lays limp on the bed, and Mr. Tang is the one who dominates the rhythm.I was overwhelmed by his domineering, and was frozen by his eyes. I raised my legs high and looked at the forgetful man in front of me forgetfully occupying my forgetful body.

Every piston movement is a journey of my inner evolution, from inadaptation to feeling passion, to numbness waiting for the moment when Mr. Tang blooms, until finally my waist is sore and my back hurts, lying beside Mr. Tang like a soulless doll, Listening to his panting sound, watching his chest rising and falling.

But I don't have any complaints. This is a happy journey. I set off with the man I love deeply and arrive at the destination together. Lying on the warm lawn, it seems that I can see the huge moon.

Mr. Tang’s low growl means the end of the piston movement, and I also bloomed in his teasing, we were extremely released and comfortable, I snuggled up to each other without desire, listening to the quiet night coming, smelling The scent of a man lingers in the air.

I am no longer the silly kid who didn't understand anything. I know how to cooperate and how to make Mr. Tang feel better. Facts have proved that Mr. Tang is indeed more comfortable than before. About this point, from his distorted and satisfied expression can be clearly felt.

"Exactly, you are such a baby."

Mr. Tang said this again. In fact, every time I satisfy him, he will say that I am a treasure, a treasure that is once in a thousand years, one in a million, and meticulously crafted.I can't touch it but want to hold it in the palm of my hand, I can't make it hard, it seems to be easy to get hurt, but I can't control it and try my best to occupy me.

I understand what Mr. Tang means, but why doesn't he make me feel contradictory in my eyes?He is tall and mighty, even if he does not have sharp-edged muscles, the large chunks of flesh are still full of strength like mountains in the dark night. He dared not touch them at first, but he was still attracted by its firm texture and heart-warming temperature. Fascinated, as long as you touch it, you can stick to him for the rest of your life.

I always feel that I am not worthy of a masculine man like Mr. Tang. Even though I look at the handsome and well-behaved myself in the mirror while taking a bath and doing psychological construction, I still feel that I am not worthy of him, whether it is money or status. Or the bedside partner is not good enough, I always have no self-confidence.

But every time Mr. Tang holds her in his arms and gently touches her playfully, she can feel full of love.

It is precisely because of such contradictions that I want to participate in the school's selection of school grass, hoping to give myself strength and recognition in this way. Only by being recognized by everyone can I stand beside Mr. Tang with more confidence and lie on the ground. Mr. Tang's side.

The desire dissipated, and we calmed down a lot. Mr. Tang wiped his body and put on his clothes one by one.I lay on the bed and looked at him, happy and satisfied, but also a little bit sad. He was leaving, and the problems he was facing had not been completely resolved.

Mr. Tang buttoned up his shirt and said with a smile, "We should go now, aren't we satisfied if we don't get up and get dressed?"

"If I insist on not leaving, will you also stay?" I said coquettishly.

"You are a sensible child, you wouldn't do that."

Leaving that house, we sat in the car again, the parting that should have come is still coming, no matter how passionate it is, we still have to go to the rhythm of life.We stopped some distance from the school so we could have a goodbye kiss.

A sneaky kiss, but very exciting, is more exciting than a kiss at home for several minutes, and it is also more unforgettable.

Before parting, Mr. Tang took out some money from his handbag as usual, but I stopped him. Although accepting his money can make him happy and reassuring, but it was just given to me a few days ago, and I don't want to collect it too often.

"The last one hasn't been spent yet." I said.

"Take it, I want to give it to you." He whispered: "This time, I may have to go for a few more days, take care of yourself, and if you lose weight when you come back, I will make you look good."

I couldn't shirk it, so I could only stuff the money into my pants pocket. It wasn't much, but it wasn't too little. In order not to leak money, I put one of my right hands into the pocket, and waved my unaccustomed left hand to say goodbye to Mr. Tang.

Watching his luxurious black car drifting away, a sense of sadness welled up in my heart, as if the money in my pocket and the kiss at parting were the last charity and lingering love.If he just left like this and never came back, how should I go on in my future life?Still motivated?Is there still a source?Is there any direction?Is there an end?

I believe that Mr. Tang will not want me, or even if he really doesn’t want me with his character, he will never abandon me like running to the suburbs to abandon a puppy. He will tell me very seriously, tell me He got tired of playing, or he couldn't stand the pressure from his family and decided to say goodbye to me.In any case, Mr. Tang will give me a clear and complete result.

The car disappeared from my sight, and the world without Mr. Tang is coming. I only hope that the world with Mr. Tang will come sooner.

He will not abandon me, at least not yet, I believe, and firmly believe.