In My Desperate Time

Why there is so much blood? I am shocked.

“Your hand... Lots of blood.” I say lamely.

“I want you.”

Ignoring my words, he pushes me against the door, his whole body presses mine., his hot breath gushing on my face with the nice smell of wine.

I don't like men getting drunk, because it feels like they stink. But why? Frances Louis smells so good.

The light in the room is dim, and Frances Louis’s eyes are burning like fire, which could melt me at any moment.

“Did…did you drink?”

I swallow, shrink back, and say nervously.

“Yes.” Frances Louis answers softly and looks at me with deep eyes.

I was going to say something to ease the tension, but it seems even more awkward.

Frances Louis knows why I come here, or he wouldn't be waiting for me at home. But he doesn’t mention it, and I couldn't say it, either.

I have vowed solemnly that I would never be his mistress, but only two days later, I send myself to his house.

I think I'm a joke. Those pride and self-respect, now all become my laughing stock.

His fiery kisses come over me, and I can’t resist. I can only let his tongue invade my mouth with the smell of alcohol.

Hot, so hot.

This time, I am not drugged, but my body, is still so hot.

Steven Song is right. I can’t resist a.

But now there is no way for me to turn back.

His hands stroke my hair and then, all the way down, stop at my chest and rub vigorously, leaving the blood with warm breath on my skin.

My heart skips a beat.

pull back instinctively, says

head on my neck

stuck in my mouth and I couldn't

myself to him. It would be too pretentious to say no

It is my own choice, and

my eyes and say nothing.

body is trembling because

Suddenly, I am lifted

I open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me up and

hem of his shirt, but I couldn't hold the tension down. I catch the wrinkles out of his

room and directly put me on the big bed, then his strong

“Jane Noyes, I know you're coming.”

His words make me sure that all of this is the result of his premeditation.

“Frances Louis, did you set this up?” I stare at

“What?” He smiles lightly, seems not knowing what I am talking about.

know very well that

ask more questions, but his body come up, one hand rubbing my softness, and the other hand begins to untie my clothes skillfully.

but his lips are hot, falling on my hot skin.

I feel so

that he didn’t touch me before, that is to say, my first time is still

my hymen has some value, which gives

become a commodity; it is

me like the heavy rain, all the way down to the most sensitive place. Both hands

hear his breathing become heavy. My body gradually soften down because of his teasing, and the shame

Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself

“Pain…”

pain makes my whole-body tense and my sensitive part

“You…”

a long time before he says, “is this your first time?”

Yes.

It’s my first time.

I believe that Frances Louis has made a thorough investigation of my situation, but he certainly doesn’t know that a woman who has been married for six months can still be

That’s why he shows an unexpected expression.

nothing. In other words, I am too sore