"I definitely won't tell him. But don't you men all care about whether our women are virgins?" she asked me.
I hurriedly looked at her and said, "Hey! Lulu, it's not me who ruined your first time. If you had known this, why didn't you leave your first time to your husband?"
"Who knew that my first boyfriend wouldn't want to be my husband? I was so stupid, and I gave myself to him in such a confused way," she said.
I immediately became interested, "Tell me, how did you give it to him for the first time?"
"I hate it! I won't say it," she said coquettishly.
I reached out my hand and pinched her breast gently, "Go ahead, I want to hear it."
"Do you men think stories like this sound exciting?" She chuckled.
"Yes. Everyone has the desire to voyeur. Your women's first time is also one of the things that men care about most." I said with a smile.
She smiled faintly and then began to tell her story——
The first time I met him, I felt like I fell in love with him. He was the kind of boy who looked very polite and well-educated. Unfortunately, he didn't like me, but my classmates. He and my classmates
It was the kind of meeting by chance and falling in love at first sight, a bit like a romance drama, very romantic. I happened to be there at that time. When they broke up, he left his mobile phone number for my classmate. Afterwards, because my classmate didn’t have a mobile phone, he borrowed it.
She took my cell phone and sent him a text message. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. She was a very good classmate of mine and I was happy to help her, even though I really liked him from the bottom of my heart.
Late one night, my cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. It was so late that I thought I had dialed the wrong number, so I didn't answer it. But the other party was very persistent. When it rang for the third time, I answered it, and then I realized it was.
He, he told me that he was in his hometown and suddenly missed my classmate. Even though he knew the phone number belonged to me, he still couldn't help but call me and wanted to talk to me about her. We started chatting on the phone.
, he said he would treat me to dinner when he comes back in a few days.
A few days later, he called me again and told me that he was back. At that time, my classmate had not returned from overseas, so he invited me to eat out. When we met, I found that he had brought a guitar.
He looked like a wandering singer, and after asking, I found out that he was actually a singer.
After dinner, he took me to the river. There were not many people on Binjiang Road at noon. We walked hand in hand on the embankment of the river, and we felt a very sweet feeling in our hearts. At this time, we saw a couple kissing.
, very forgetful, very intoxicated, the blue sky was their background, so romantic! I was deeply affected by the scene in front of me, I said to him, if one day I want to give my first kiss, I will choose to do it here
Background. He smiled mischievously and said, can it be done now?
By night, we were so close that when he took me to the wine shop where he sang, people thought we were a couple. The host of the wine city even thought that I was his daughter.
My friend launched it grandly, which made us both a little embarrassed.
That was the first time I went to that kind of place. After that, I went several times. I found that I gradually fell in love with that place, maybe because he was there. I always picked an inconspicuous corner and sat on the side.
Drink and listen to him singing. Most of the songs he sings are nostalgic songs. My favorites are "Looking Back Again" and "The Moon Represents My Heart" he sang. He sings very passionately and emotionally. If you ask me if I love you,
How deep, how much do I love you? Think about it, take a look, the moon represents my heart... In a daze, I would think it was him confessing his love to me.
Late one night, or early in the morning to be exact, I was woken up by a phone ringing. When I saw it, it was his call. He told me that he had just gotten off work and wanted to see me. After hanging up the phone, I ran downstairs and stopped him.
A taxi rushed to where he lived. It was three o'clock in the morning. When he entered the door, he couldn't wait to hug me. You can imagine what happened next. However, the moment he entered, my classmate
The shadow suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. I pushed him away and rushed into the bathroom. I turned on the nozzle and rinsed myself hard. Then I put on my clothes and walked out of his house without saying a word.
A few days later, it was still early in the morning, and he called my mobile phone again. This time he told me that he was at my door. We repeated the same thing a few days ago again, and this time it went smoothly, and there was blood coming from me.
The blood flowed out from his body, and when he saw the bright red on the bed sheets, he hugged me in surprise and asked, "Why, this is your first time?" I was speechless. The excitement in that moment had subsided like a tide, and what was left was
It’s a feeling that I can’t describe, maybe melancholy, maybe loss, and a touch of sadness, regret? I asked myself secretly in my heart, and the answer in my heart was no. I felt that I could put my first
I will never regret giving it to the person I love for the first time, and it was at this moment that I truly felt how much I loved him! But, I didn’t know if he loved me equally.
After that, I found that he seemed to be a different person, and he was colder to me than ever before. When I sent him messages, he didn’t reply. When I called him, he either didn’t answer or turned off his phone. Occasionally, he answered.
With an impatient tone. One day I couldn't help but find him and asked him if he had ever liked me. He said of course, but he liked my classmates more. I said, I don't think you like the person.
Master, don’t you also like those girls in the Liquor City? Because I often see him having fun with a group of girls there. He said yes, and I asked if those are all the ones you like.
You would do that to a girl. He replied no. It was obvious that he was perfunctory with me, and I was very sad.
During that time, my mood had never been lower, and I felt that the whole world was dark. I often ran to the river alone, which was the place where he took me out for the first time and walked hand in hand with me. The blue sky was still the same.
, the river is still the same, but the sweet feeling that once surged in my heart is no longer there. Sometimes I will go to the wine city where he sang, still in that inconspicuous corner, drinking alone.
When it was his turn to take the stage, I stared at him blankly in the dark with my eyes wide open. He couldn't see me, or maybe he pretended not to see me when he saw me. So I wrote the song on the song order paper and asked the waiter to do it.
Hand it over, it's still the same two songs, "Looking Back Again" and "The Moon Represents My Heart". They are still performed passionately and emotionally, but now it sounds like it has become a prophecy: Looking back again, my back has gone far away, looking back again,
My eyes were filled with tears...Does this foreshadow our ending? Unknowingly, I had tears streaming down my face.
One day I even thought about dying. I felt that it was meaningless to live like this anymore. I wrote a suicide note to my mother, telling them that I wanted to live in a carefree world, and then I climbed up to twelve
That's the top floor of the house where I live. It's dusk, and you can see very far when you stand on the top of the building and look down.
The setting sun dyed the horizon gorgeously in the distance, just like the wisp of virgin red that fell on my sheets that day. In a moment, an inexplicable tenderness suddenly surged in my heart, which was a deep attachment to life.
, I was shocked to realize that I was only in my twenties! Isn’t this the flowering season of life that has been eulogized by so many people with so much affection? Moreover, I also have a pair of mothers who love me so much. Do I have the heart to abandon them like this? I thought
Here, I stopped walking towards the void.
When Sun Lulu said this, she smiled sadly at me, "Brother Feng, was I stupid at that time?"
Her story touched me, because she was telling her true feelings, and the despicable peeping desire I originally had had long since disappeared. I sighed softly and said to her: "Your
It’s not that I’m stupid, I’m too eager for love. The bad thing is that man. In fact, I’m similar to that man, both of them are irresponsible men. Alas!”
"You are different. I know." She said softly.
"Aren't you feeling better now?" I didn't want to talk about the previous topic again, "According to my understanding of Tong Yangxi, he should be a good boy."
She said softly: "I hope so. Brother Feng, I will do this with you a few more times today, and then we won't do this again from now on, okay?"
I shook my head, "Forget it, lest I miss you more in the future."
She didn't speak, and after a while she suddenly asked me: "Brother Feng, I heard that many of your men gave their first time to a young lady. Is that true?"
I was stunned immediately because I didn't know why she suddenly asked me such a question.
I have heard many men around me say that many of them gave their first time to a young lady. Someone once conducted a questionnaire survey on this issue, and the results also showed that many men gave their first time to a young lady.
Miss, this is a social phenomenon, but not many people analyze why.
I have thought about this issue before. Although I am relatively rational or have never gone to a young lady because of my career, I am a man and a man who has been a virgin, so I know the reason: the main reason is of course
The onset of puberty and curiosity about sex. There is no need to say more about this. The second reason should be the man’s impulsiveness and the reason why there will be no sequelae afterwards. God is very caring about men, and he has not created that layer for men.
The membrane is a sign of virginity, so men don’t have to worry about their women knowing whether they are virgins or not.
That day, when Sun Lulu asked me, I answered her truthfully, using this theory. At the same time, I also said to her: "I have never found any young lady. My first time was with my wife. Do you believe it?"
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But she continued to ask me: "There are many men who give themselves their own hands for the first time. Is that true?"
I laughed immediately, "It seems that you women are also full of curiosity about such questions." (To be continued)