He was full of desire and madness for sex… He was like a gluttonous child.
I am an early riser, and in this I am more like Bernard than Marcia. Marcia knew this, of course, and therefore she had long ago instructed the servants of the house to prepare breakfast for me, which she herself never ate, and every morning she merely drank a cup of coffee, and then it did not have to be too long before it was time for luncheon.
But today seemed to be a bit special, I went downstairs to the dining room and shortly after I sat down, Marcia walked in as well and we exchanged good mornings before she took a seat beside me.
I can’t remember the last time I had breakfast with my mother, and it seems an extremely long time ago. This time, when I came to New York, my mother had probably arranged for such an opportunity, knowing that I would be leaving her tomorrow to return to school. Perhaps she realized that she had neglected me a little, so she wanted to make up to me in this way? I feel very warm in my heart, it’s true, whether it’s my father or my mother, the chances for me to be alone with them are too few, and I treasure them very much.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a few more days?” Mother asked.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.” I said.
“Not getting along too well with your friends?”
“Quite the opposite in fact.”
“You guys got laid?”
“I don’t think that’s where his interest lies.”
I wasn’t telling a lie, because I did feel that way, and even though he kissed me on the lips later and said things with strong innuendo, I wasn’t sure if he really had a strong interest in it. At the same time, I thought that if he really wasn’t very interested, even if he did have intercourse, it would have to be pretty boring. It’s better that nothing happens than to end up feeling disappointed.
Of course, I wouldn’t deny that it was precisely because he appeared as shy as a child, precisely because he wasn’t as direct as other men, that he was more attractive to me. More and more I wanted to get to know him, to find out if he had asked for that last night, but what exactly had stopped him in his tracks.
Marcia was a bit surprised by my answer, she looked at me seriously and then asked, “Is it that he’s not interested in you, or that he’s not interested in women at all?”
I joked with Marcia, “If you’re interested in this, I’ll ask for you the next time I see him.”
In fact, the whole day has been so quiet that I can’t believe it. After saying goodbye to Sylvester Jeffrey last night, I thought he would give me a good morning call for the second time. After saying goodbye to Sylvester Jeffrey last night, I thought he would call me a second time in the morning to say hello. There was no such call, not even during the long day that followed. He must have forgotten me, I thought, and the impression I had made on him was not as deep as I had imagined it to be, and certainly not as deep as the impression he had made on me.
Perhaps Marcia’s surprise at breakfast was right; Sylvester Jeffrey had no interest in me at all. Sylvester Jeffrey had no interest in me whatsoever, and all that had happened was a purely social exchange, including his remarks about buttercream and the like.
The last kiss was probably just an impulse, and did not mean that he was particularly interested in me, and I also thought that the problem might lie in the last kiss, because it was a surprise attack typical of the usual, and I was so surprised that I didn’t react to it because of the dizziness caused by the sudden rise in my blood pressure, and therefore I believe that he must have thought that I appeared to be very clumsy, and even thought that I didn’t have any experience. I’m sure he thought I looked very clumsy and even decided that I didn’t have any experience. I know that some men have a non-existent interest in inexperienced women.
Is that really what happened? I was a little skeptical. I thought that even if there couldn’t be a piece of love, it shouldn’t interfere with being a friend, and that might be better. Since he was a friend, he certainly should have called to say hello at the right time.
The call came while I was eating dinner alone, and I joked, “I thought you’d gone back.”
He explained on the phone that he didn’t have much time so he wouldn’t explain everything over the phone. He said he had a hunger pang right now and was craving cake. He was hoping to see me at 9pm.
I think he made his intentions quite clear. In fact, that is exactly what he did, very discreetly, by hinting at what he would do to me, while at the same time giving me a choice: if I agreed, I agreed to go to the hotel where he was staying at nine o’clock in the evening, and if I didn’t, I could reject him on the phone, which was exactly the purpose of the phone call.
Why don’t you agree? I thought that I had been so bored these past few days that I would be very happy to have a full evening. Therefore, I told him that I would bake the cake a little more deliciously.
Like the day before, I arrived at the hotel early and sat in the lobby waiting for him. I later learned that he had returned to the hotel before nine o’clock and waited in his room for almost twenty minutes until a few minutes short of nine o’clock when he came out of his room and went downstairs to see if I had arrived.
My previous experience had taught me that he was a very punctual man, so I kept my eye on the hotel’s front door day, from which I thought he would come toward me. I was even eager to see the look on his face as he came towards me, I thought that would be the most telling time about his true state of mind, and I needed to judge whether his interest in me was real, and whether it was as strong as I had imagined it to be, and if I found out that my imaginings had been completely wrong, I thought that I would try to prevent what might happen tonight.
However, he approached me from the other side.
It was so special to meet like this, he always seemed reluctant for me to have the opportunity to see him through a special angle and because it made me more interested in him.
The meeting was the same as yesterday, he called me first, then hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.
All of my mental preparations were directed at the fact that he had come from the doorway, and I was a little caught off guard when I realized that he had appeared in front of me very suddenly. I think I must have looked a little awkward, even a little ridiculous, and I’m not even quite sure what I reacted to at the time.
Everything seemed to be under his control as he led me into the elevator and he took the initiative to take me by the waist. Unlike yesterday, when the elevator door closed, there was no one inside. I thought that this was just the right opportunity for him, and if he was in a very desperate mood, he shouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. My heart even raced at this, and I thought he might wrap his arms around me and kiss me before anyone else came in. The nervousness of worrying that someone else might come in at any moment, or of kissing too much to notice that the elevator had stopped at a certain floor, would have made the kiss even more descriptive.
However, he didn’t do that, and like a decent man, he kept a distance between himself and me. I could even sense that he was on high alert, as if he was worried that someone might rush in at any moment and point a camera at us. It made me feel a tinge of disappointment; I didn’t like this kind of overly cautious and even a little paranoid man, the kind of man who was too calm and most likely also lacked enough passion. Could I expect sex with such a man to be particularly rewarding?
I think men will always be full of longing and craziness, and, I also think I would be more attracted to that type of man, and I don’t like the idea of someone turning something like sex into a computerized degree of doing it this way so that it’s right and that way so that it must be wrong. Much less like it’s like entering a certain building where, initially, you have to enter through a strictly defined certain door, and then enter a certain elevator, get to whatever walkway, and then meet a certain door and open it.
Sylvester Jeffrey seems to be exactly the kind of man who would organize everything in a very regular and boring way. Sylvester Jeffrey seemed to be just the kind of man who would make everything regular, organized and boring. I even wanted to say goodbye to him, to tell him that I was a man without much reason, especially when it came to making love, and that there was no reason that could sway me. I like to be free, to live on my own terms as well as make love the way I like.
But even I wasn’t sure why I didn’t do that; perhaps there was something mysterious behind his conformity that appealed to me, and I wondered about such a man, wondered if they really felt pleasure when they lived according to that kind of strict regimen? Or do they not have a high demand for pleasure?
I soon realized that I was all wrong, and that he was definitely not the metrosexual type of man, and the very moment he closed the door of the room, I had been about to walk towards the sitting-room alone, as I had done on the previous occasion, as I had ceased to expect any enthusiastic scenes to occur. However, he seized me very suddenly and pulled me towards him with all his might. I was so unprepared that I fell back on him and screamed, but before I could finish my scream, he had already hugged me tightly and pressed his lips against mine, so that the end of my scream was blocked and a stream of air had to be diverted from its course and slipped out of my nostrils.
Now I realize that I was wrong, he is definitely not a man who lacks passion, his kisses, although not too strong, are very charming, just like his person, elegant and with a sense of mystery. As I felt tomorrow night, he was like a gluttonous child who, after discovering a delicious food, eats it with great care and devotion.
He kissed the outside of my lips very carefully, seemingly scrutinizing to leave no tiny area untouched, moving in short and frequent small increments. We kissed on one side.
said, walking to the sitting room on one side.
His room was playing a very elegant music, I thought, it might be a classical music, because it sounded soft and elegant, as if it was a babbling brook, flowing slowly. No, it wasn’t a stream, it was an emotion, a slow flowing emotion that would slowly seep into a person’s heart and slowly increase the passion in her heart.
Sylvester B. Jeffrey held me close, stepping to the beat of the music as he danced around the room.
Although I felt my urgency, I had to temper my passion accordingly because the slow pace of the music and the dense lighting in the room created an atmosphere that was completely different from my mood. Soon enough, I knew I had stepped into the right rhythm and was on my way to another experience.
At the time, I absolutely could not tell what kind of experience that was, I just felt the difference. It was not until a long time after this incident that I slowly realized that this should be the difference between emotionally charged sex and pure sex. When people enjoy pure sex, the initial stage is flirting, letting each other’s arousal burn to the hottest point, then starting coitus, and experiencing that kind of pleasure and release like a married couple. However, full of feelings of sex is completely different, the initial is not pure lust burning, but the slow flow of love, until the two into the body and the soul are all flooded by this Miluo out of the river of love, the flirting stage is naturally completed. The resulting sexual excitement will be more intense and unforgettable than any pure sex game.
We danced slowly, looking at each other and feeling the warmth that was stored there.
He kissed me and undressed me, throwing each piece of clothing onto the couch beside him, a process that naturally reminded me of my previous experiences, when I was so overwhelmed by desire for each other that undressing became a burdensome and ridiculous task, especially for men, who often made me feel like laughing out loud because of the clumsiness with which they did it. I often felt like laughing out loud. But now it was so different, and I felt that Sylvester Jeffrey was doing it in a very different way. Sylvester Jeffrey’s movements were more rhythmic, more dynamic, and more fascinating than those of the strippers in the specialty dance clubs. It was as natural to him as dancing to the rhythm of music.
My blouse was off and my full breasts were exposed to him. I noticed him looking at my breasts and lowered my head as well, noticing that my breasts seemed fuller than they had ever been before, with my nipples pointing upward and curving into an arc, as if they were a little impatient to catch a glimpse of him, standing tall and saluting him, and bouncing softly in time to the rhythm of the steps I was stepping to.
“Is this buttercream a little different from what you’ve had before?” I asked a little mischievously.
“I don’t have much experience in this area.” He said.
I find that ridiculous. Indeed, I would have believed it if it had come from a fifteen year old, but he was a man in his forties, and an accomplished and very attractive man, who could have been the target of an unsolicited advance from a woman at any time, anywhere. Yet he told me he had little experience in this area, which was a bit overly cautious.
“You don’t have to worry about me being jealous.” I said, “I wish you were more experienced. In fact, I think your experience is extraordinary.”
“I’m not lying to you, in fact that’s exactly what happened. Up to the present time, I have only touched one woman, and she is my wife.”
“Is that why you look a little timid?”
“Yes, I admit to that a little. But you’re just so seductive, it’s a little hard for me to hold myself back.
It’s hard even for me to believe that I would be so blessed with lust.”
“Just now in the elevator, I thought you weren’t urgent.” I said.
“In the elevator?” He seemed a little surprised he said, “You mean in the elevator? Have you noticed that all hotel elevators have cameras?”
Oh, my God! I had forgotten about it. If we had kissed in the elevator, it would have been unpredictable what kind of trouble it would have caused later on. I thought he was a man who lacked interest, but now I realize that I misunderstood him.
I slowly removed his clothes for him, so that we were completely naked to each other, and we hugged each other deeply, still not stopping to step on the dance floor. We kissed over and over again, probing our tongues into each other’s mouths, slowly stirring, and I could feel a very special substance that was spilling out of each other’s mouths, stimulating me. At the same time, I think he was enjoying the same stimulation just as much.
We were so close that my breasts pressed against his chest and his dusty root pressed even harder against my abdomen, and I could feel it quivering again and again.
It was all so marvelous, we did not make any passionate movements, yet I felt my lust stronger than ever before. For a moment, I tried to hold onto his hips, trying to use the strength of my hands to shove his cock into myself to satisfy the desire that was spreading everywhere. But that was simply not possible, because we were still dancing, and, as he was much taller than I was, that part of him, which was above my navel at the moment, was pressing against me, as if a very mysterious force was entering my body into my soul through my skin, or a channel in my body that I could not fathom, and channeling into my experience of life the fire of an intense love. .
He seemed to sense that I couldn’t hold myself back, so he picked me up, gently lowered me to the carpet, spread my legs, and then knelt down in front of me, lifted his divine thing, and gently pushed it into me. He was very gentle, it was unimaginable that such gentle movements could give me a very profound enjoyment.
I later realized that he was probably worried that he was being rough and might hurt me.
What he said was really good, he didn’t have much experience with women and didn’t realize how easy it is for a woman to enter when she is full of love juice.
The impression made by his gentleness was so profound and the excitement he brought to me so intense that I could not hold myself back any longer and had to take appropriate action on my own; I clung to him and began to arch my hips rapidly to meet him. For a while, his slow and my intense movements couldn’t be kept in harmony, so there was some misplaced rhythm.
Sylvester Jeffrey was a man of great understanding. Sylvester Jeffrey, a man of great understanding, quickly realized what I needed, and he increased his tempo, faster and faster, a storm of speed and frenzy. I can’t describe his speed and power, I felt like I was being thrown upwards by a huge force, rising and falling fast.
“You’re so great.” I said to him as we lay on the carpet, catching our breath after a while.
“Yes,” he said, “even I am amazed, I never knew I was so great, and I think it’s all because of you.”
“You never knew?” I was surprised by this.
He reached out with his own hand and pulled it across my neck, letting my head rest on his shoulder while his other hand gently rubbed my nipple. I felt a slight tickling sensation on my nipples, but it was a wonderful feeling, and a completely different experience from the craziness of sex.
“I think I told you that I was married.” He said, “But, I don’t consider that a happy marriage, or at least, I’ve never experienced the feelings I experienced when we were together just now.”
This statement really surprised me too much, he is a married man, and, based on my feeling, he has some extremely rich experience in bed, but he told me that he has never been sexually satisfied, if that’s true, his decades of life, isn’t it too worthless?
Sylvester B. Jeffrey told me that his wife was from a prestigious family. Sylvester Jeffrey told me that his wife came from a famous family and that they were classmates in high school and college. And it is true that they were attracted to each other and fell in love with each other before they walked into the church. Although there were rumors that the marriage was actually a financial one, and that the combination of the two made the two families stronger, he knew that it was not, and that it was just some equally boring speculation by some boring people, and that they definitely came together out of love.
However, married life is not as he first imagined, emotionally, he could not say that there is something wrong between them, but for sexual life, he always felt that there is almost something. However, he did not have other comparisons, so he did not know what the difference was, after a little time, he thought that the sexual intercourse process of all people, all the same, the reason why he felt unsatisfied, it is because of the influence of those literary works as well as the movies and television, in fact, that is completely an imagination, does not exist at all.
He says that because married life hasn’t been a particularly good experience for him, he doesn’t want anything to do with any other woman at all either, because he doesn’t want to experience yet another disappointment. But now, he suddenly has some new ideas and is convinced that people are really different.
About his wife, at that time, he said not too clear, but later contact more, understand also more, plus I was originally studying psychology, after some psychological analysis, I thought of a problem, because his wife in early childhood, had been injured, it is estimated that an important part of the body was traumatized but has not been recovered. Therefore, physiologically, she actually did not have much sexual demand, but psychologically such demand existed. Because of the physiological resistance, so, every time she has intercourse, she may experience a physiological disorder that prevents her from carrying out normal physiological secretion, so her vagina is dry and astringent, and the throbbing of the sex organ during normal intercourse will cause pain to both of them. This pain further inhibits each other’s psychological desire. After a long time, this desire is suppressed psychologically, making it even more difficult to acquiesce.
Although Americans are not as sexually conservative as those countries that consider it an obligation for wives to fulfill their husbands’ sexual desires, Americans are aware that the maintenance of sexuality is an extremely important factor in the marital relationship. In order to maintain their marriage, she had to cope with Sylvester Jeffrey, who was a psychologically challenged man. Jeffrey, the psychological barrier is even more serious. With each passing day, their sexual affairs become even less pleasurable.
At first, Sylvester Jeffrey said he had no contact with other women. I didn’t believe Sylvester Jeffrey when he said he had never been with another woman, because that sounded more like the life of an abstainer. Now I realize that he never experienced sexual pleasure, but rather it became a chore that he could not get rid of.
This discovery really surprised me, it seems that he is such a successful person, but without a deeper understanding, who can know that he is such an unfortunate person? I think if I were to choose between success and sexual pleasure, I would not hesitate to choose the latter. Besides, even if he divorces and marries another, it may not necessarily have too much impact on his current achievements in the political arena; there will certainly be some impact on his financial strength, but what is that worth? Could money really be more important than happiness?
I’m not sure if all women have a very special kind of love and compassion, at least I do. When I found out about Sylvester Jeffrey’s leaping secret, I sympathized with him. I sympathized with Sylvester Jeffrey when I learned of his leaping secret.
The feeling, I think, was like the sympathy of a rich witness for a poor and sick person.
I thought that I might be able to help him, at least, to experience as much sexual pleasure as I could.
Things had reached such a point that I certainly couldn’t have realized that my relationship with Sylvester Jeffrey had begun with a purely sexual component. The relationship between me and Sylvester Jeffrey had begun as a purely sexual one, but by this point it could hardly be said to have been anything more than that. Unconsciously, things have appeared very subtle changes, love has been quietly growing in my heart, if some people think that I later violated the rules of the game, I can not deny that the world, there are too many unfathomable factors, if these factors are destined to be encountered by a person, then, I can only say that this is all God’s arrangement, the power of the individual is small, there can not possibly have the power to resist. I can’t deny that there are too many unpredictable factors in this world.
Now, I’ve been thinking about the circle of cause and effect, if I hadn’t had that relationship with Sylvester Jeffrey, would I have met a man I loved and been ready to live with him for the rest of my life in the next five years? If I hadn’t had that relationship with Sylvester Jeffrey, would I have met a man in the next five years that I loved and was ready to live with for the rest of my life? If there had been such a man, and I had made up my mind to marry him, what would have happened?
And what if I’m still seeing Sylvester Jeffrey? What if I had continued my relationship with Sylvester Jeffrey? If he had divorced his wife and married me, as he had promised me, could I have had that relationship with Clinton?
Of course, I also know that none of this is hypothetical.