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... don’t.”

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

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

myself to him. It would be too pretentious to

It is my own choice, and

I close my eyes

My body is trembling because of

am lifted up in the air.

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

I clutch the hem of his shirt, but I couldn't hold the tension down. I catch the wrinkles out of his shirt, which is not in keeping with Frances Louis's usual

into the room and directly put me on the big bed, then his strong body press on mine.

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

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

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

smiles lightly, seems not knowing what

very well that he is playing the fool.

up, one hand rubbing my softness, and the other hand begins to

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

I feel so nervous.

Frances Louis says that he didn’t touch me before, that is to say, my first time is

some value, which gives

a commodity; it is really

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

soften down because of his teasing, and the shame liquid also flows out from my private part.

right, Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching all over my body.

“Pain…”

pain makes my whole-body tense and

“You…”

Frances Louis stares at me for a long time before he says,

Yes.

It’s my first time.

but he certainly doesn’t know that a woman who has been married for six months can still be a virgin.

That’s why he shows an

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