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.

I pull back instinctively, says shyly, “no... don’t.”

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

words stuck in my mouth and I couldn't speak.

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

It is my own choice, and I have to accept it.

I close my eyes and say nothing.

is trembling because of nervousness.

am lifted up in the air.

picks me up and go straight

I catch the wrinkles out of his shirt, which is not in

He holds me into the room and directly put me on the big bed,

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

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

you set this up?” I stare at him, unable to

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

that he

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

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

I feel so

that he didn’t touch me before, that is to say,

hymen has some value, which gives

I make myself become a commodity; it is really

kisses fall on every part of me like the heavy rain, all the way down to the most sensitive place. Both hands are not idle,

gradually soften down because of his teasing, and the shame liquid also flows out

When the time is right, Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching all over

“Pain…”

The pain makes my whole-body tense and my sensitive part shrinks.

“You…”

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

That’s why he shows an unexpected expression.

I say nothing. In other words, I am too sore to speak.