[This story has been adapted from Cantonese]
I really regret marrying him!
My husband is thirty-six years old, seven years older than me, and in his prime, he looks formidable and majestic, but in essence he is as timid as a mouse, and even the parts that can best express a great manhood are likewise as tiny as a mouse’s cub.
Back then, I was attracted to Earth’s sturdy appearance before I married him.
He was very decent with girls, claimed to be promiscuous but not sexually promiscuous, didn’t get gross with me, and at the time I thought he was honest.
With his character, he wouldn’t dare to towel me before the cave, so I didn’t have a chance to touch him, so there was no way to know that he was a three-inch nail, and by now, I was deeply regretting it.
The worst thing is that he runs a private detective agency, we both live in the back of the front store, eighteen hours a day, I take turns with him to guard a phone.
There is nothing wrong with working hard to make money, but the problem is that you can’t make any money for working so hard, and for one or two months, you have to go so far as to not even pay your piggyback buddies!
With a bitter feeling that I could not give vent to, and at the end of the night, when I interrupted my sleep, tossing and turning, and rising with desire, the best entertainment was to ask my husband, beside me, for his due.
My husband is very afraid of my strange hand, every time the side over the side to sleep, every time I steal time to play cards with a few delivery workers in the next neighborhood, I touched the “North”, on the heart of a sour, because my husband is never in bed with me is into a “North” character, back to back, the same bed, different dreams.
Those delivery workers are also very salty, every time they play “one tube”, they would smile and make faces at me, one said it was “pussy”, the other asked him why he was always touching a “pussy”! The other asked him why he was always touching a “pussy” and not playing it!
When they hit “center”, they also said, with a flowery mouth, intentionally or unintentionally, towards me: “Center! Stick it in you.”
While they are frothing at the mouth, I will follow the mouth and fly, but they do not know that I am tickled, because that is my own biological secret.
Back in bed, every time I took the initiative and grabbed his flag like a beachcomber, I tried to put up his flagpole, but he was still lazy, forcing me to continue to stage a landing battle!
He ridiculed me as a greedy woman, and insatiable, which made me burst too angry, I have not been born and bred, I asked the muscle solid, delicate and beautiful, but to give the ground so ridiculed, really angry.
When it comes to “appetite”, it’s innate, isn’t it? How can I be blamed for that? And this little worm, so smartly born, is a little worm, so I should be the one to reflect on it.
We’ve had quite a few verbal fights over appetite, the thing is that every time, I’ve bowed my head and conceded defeat, actively begging him to bestow it, sometimes to the point of whispering and hand-to-mouth!
Alas! I am conscious of my thin red face, and I was wrongly married to a three-inch nail!
When I got up that morning, I put my pants back on and pushed the dead boy bag a few times, but he lazily said he was weak all over, supposedly because he was so crazy last night that he might have messed with his cold!
I’m pissed as hell that I got him throat to lung last night and he’s still sick from it!
I went to the office alone and moped all morning!
The delivery workers next door are hitching a ride with me, and one of them, Dog, has come over for breakfast. He’s about twenty years old, full of energy, and always wears a T-shirt and jeans to start work, but this morning he’s changed into a pair of shorts!
“Good morning, Mrs. B., have a load of pork chop rice!”
“What’s with the pork chop rice in the morning, didn’t you eat last night?”
“Hey, hey! So… a sausage boy, something big and strong! With a packet of Vitasoy.” Dog laughed.
I didn’t care to joke with the ground and went over to turn on the stove to fry the sausage!
I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to get out of this, but I’m going to be able to get out of this,” he said.
I was in a bad mood this morning, so I just wore a t-shirt and a bra, and he looked down at me from above, admiring my breasts through and through!
I thought to myself, “This Hundred Loathsome Stars really resists death, so I broke and scolded him, and he swindled to help and suddenly pushed against my ass!
Wow, a wave of heat came from behind, and vaguely he felt as if he had an extra stick!
I was so upset that I tipped the pot over with a bang and touched a nearby water bottle, soaking my pants. Luckily, it was freezing water, or else it would have turned into a “cooked chicken in boiling oil”!
Dog took the opportunity to wipe with me, one hand swept between my thighs, I spit: “Hey, you fight stupid ah!” I spit!
It was at this point that I looked down and realized that my pants had turned transparent when they got wet, and ouch, suddenly my hair was visible.
Dog saw me scolding his tone of voice is not really angry, but also said that I deliberately wet his pants, heart secretly screamed rice, but also to perform a sneak attack, with the hands of my pants off, saying that I want to dry it for me.
My pants tripped over my feet and I was naked, so I just reached down and pressed my hand against my own sanctuary, while he held my breasts in his hands and rubbed them vigorously. I had never felt so much pain before, and I couldn’t help but moan a long, muffled groan as he rubbed me!
“The dead boy bag is in the room, let go of me now!” I shouted down to him with my heart pounding!
This comment reminded Dog that I don’t mind the ground’s actions, except that it’s a bit dangerous here and now.
Dog in the past two months, often mouth flower flirting with me, because of the bitter relationship, I also talk to him to laugh, I can not imagine that he took the opportunity to violate!
He picked me up without saying a word, and I let out a cry of joy as he carried me into the nearby restroom, closed the door, and unzipped his zipper, and I had a hot, spicy, majestic, spectacular life in my hands that I’d never tried before!”
I marveled out from the bottom of my heart!
He pushed me against the wall, and soon I let out another cry, which was probably too loud, so when Dog moved desperately for a while, Dead Boy’s Bag’s voice came over from the toilet, asking me what had happened!
I was so scared that the whole body soft, tightly embraced the dog, do not allow him to move, loudly answered the dead boy bag: “A big rat, seems to be out of the kitchen!”
“Rats!” Dead Boy’s Pack was terrified of rats, and when he heard it, he screamed in terror and darted back to his sleeping quarters!
The taste of cheating is so wonderful that after the dead boy bag left, I felt like all my cells had been smeared with lubricant, so it was painful to continue the unfinished business with Dog!
I was so full from this breakfast that Dog laughed, “Wow, you have a big appetite!”
Even Dog said that about me, and I had to admit that I was a slut, but there was no room for regret after what had happened, so I strangely pushed him to the ground and ate another painful meal.
~Finally~