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

He stops, putting his head on my neck and says with a smile.

words stuck in my

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

It is my own choice, and I have to

close my eyes and say nothing.

trembling because of

lifted up in the air.

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

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 dapper appearance.

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

you're coming.” Frances

sure that all of this is the result of

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

“What?” He smiles lightly, seems not knowing

But I know very well that he is

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

are cool, but his lips are hot, falling

feel so nervous.

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

hymen has some value, which gives

make myself become a

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

I hear his breathing become heavy. My body gradually soften down because of his teasing, and the shame liquid also flows out from my private

up

“Pain…”

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

“You…”

long time before

Yes.

It’s my

I believe that Frances Louis has made a thorough investigation of my situation, but he certainly doesn’t

That’s why he shows an

nothing. In other words, I am too sore