Porn Story: Sometimes we need more than rationality

On the third day, he and she still weren't speaking. She saw this beautifully wrapped gift box on the door.

This poem was written when he proposed to her. After so many years, seeing this poem would still make her heart beat a little faster. Remember how they felt when they first met, remember how he ran down the street holding her hand, how they sat on a bench in the park drinking wine and chatting all night, the passion of the first night...

It was like a dream.

She looked at the familiar handwriting and remembered the spring many years ago. Many years ago, he proposed to her and said that he would be together for life. The spring at that time was as brilliant as it is now, with long grasses and warblers and birds and flowers. At that time, they were in their early twenties, young, crazy and lively. Day after day, from morning to night, never get tired. They roared the love vows by the sea, carved each other's names on the top of the mountain, hung the locks on the bridge, hugged and kissed, and said that they would never be separated.

Linger day and night, never stop.

 

When did things start to change? Was it when he went home and lay down on the sofa without taking off his shoes? Or is it when she stopped wearing makeup every day after pregnancy? Was he always more social and forgot the day of their wedding anniversary? Or did she not look the same after the baby was born?

Their communication becomes less and less verbal and physical communication becomes less and less. No more goodnight kisses, no more hugs before going out. They no longer talk about poetry and ideals, the future and the distance, what they talk about most becomes oil and real estate prices and what to eat at night.

Sometimes they don't even talk about it.

The sun shone softly on the ground, and she quietly looked at the grass outside the door. The grass was lush, and a few wild flowers bloomed at will - beautiful and wild.

She missed the original feeling, the feeling of youth, but - it seemed that she could never return.

 

She is not very excited about the gift in her hand - so many birthdays have made her understand how rare men's creativity is. She can even guess that the gift in her hand is anything from perfume, necklace or bracelet.

Anything that "restores the feelings of youth" is wrong. People must serve the elderly.

She opened the present. She saw it.

She knows this product: This anal vibrator has been very popular lately.

She looked at the product manual:

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He hugged her from behind. A warm, powerful, intoxicating hug. He buried his head in her neck, kissed her, kissed her earlobe, kissed her cheek, kissed her forehead, kissed her lips. He picked her up as aggressively as when he was young and carried her all the way back to the bedroom. He mischievously threw her onto the soft bed, scaring her tightly around him.

They began to experience ups and downs that had never happened before.

It allowed her to find the excitement at that time. She kept rushing to heaven as if she had turned twenty again and was panting slightly on the bed.

It turns out she's not old yet.

It vibrated and shrank inside her and his body.

Endless pleasure. Endless fun. Endless youth. Endless passion.

He kissed and lingered with her, just like when they first met many years ago.

They still love. Time makes them old, so they are tortured by the little things of life that it is difficult to remember them all. But life did not make their love disappear. They just need it, they need a little stimulation, after all, although they are no longer young, they can still be young. She looked at him and saw the clear kindness and sincerity in his eyes - almost unchanged from what she saw when she looked at him years ago.

Spring is the same, they are the same. Take it and relive your exciting and beautiful youth together.