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.

instinctively, says shyly, “no...

“Why don’t?” He stops, putting his head on my neck and says

my mouth and I

I send myself to him. It would be too pretentious to

own choice, and I have to accept it.

my eyes and say nothing.

My body is trembling because of nervousness.

I am lifted up in the air.

I open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me up and go straight upstairs.

hold the tension down. I catch the wrinkles out of his shirt,

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

Noyes, I know you're coming.” Frances Louis whispers.

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

“Frances Louis, did you set this up?” I stare at him, unable to say my suspicion

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

But I know very well that he is playing the fool.

questions, but his body come up, one hand rubbing my softness, and the other hand begins to

lips are hot,

feel so nervous.

that is to say, my first time is still

Perhaps, only my hymen has some value, which gives me a bit of

I make myself become a commodity; it is really sad.

rain, all the way down to the most sensitive

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

time is right, Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching

“Pain…”

my whole-body tense and

“You…”

Frances Louis stares at me for a long time before he says, “is this your first time?”

Yes.

my first

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 a virgin.

shows an unexpected expression.

other words, I