A self-reported article about two kinds of sexual feelings

Love monologue, love story. Who can explain their love? The following is an account of my two sexual feelings for you, I hope it will be useful to you!

An article about self-describing one's sexual feelings 1: my monologue

Author: Axin Zhang

Male, 90 years old, horse, flying horse.

I am destined to be a running horse. I don't expect to be a good horse, but I hope to at least give me a vast grassland. I want to run. I am tired of running freely. I wish I could take a nap under the tree. The horse sleeps standing up. This is an experience extracted from the lessons of blood-stained forests.

I want to write an experience that I have been afraid to face. I want to write a complete confession of a loser. I want to face the sad face hidden under the smile mask.

At that time, I probably didn't understand love, and I probably looked at everything too simply. I am madly in love with a girl. At that time, my mind was full of her figure. This is an indescribable feeling of beauty and fear. So, I began to approach her through various opportunities and ask homework after class; Study hard for her, just because her grades are similar to hers; Pretend to drop by after school, send her home and walk back to her home for half an hour. Looking back, I still laugh when typing.

Yes, it was a happy time. Maybe I don't know what love is yet, but I really want to see her every day. I will feel at ease when I see her wearing a ponytail in class. When discussing problems with her, I will feel that everything is so beautiful when I smell her faint shampoo. What makes me ecstatic is that she doesn't reject me and even likes me.

So, I started calling her every night when I came home. The first time I called her at home, my legs were shaking. I'm really afraid to hear her father's voice. I remember the feeling of having a guilty conscience. Whenever I hear her voice, I will happily call her for hours. I love talking, and what I say is jumping. I still have this problem. She always interrupts me with a smile, saying that she doesn't understand what I'm saying. That was my happiest time.

But it didn't last long. The real phone bill made my mother furious. I went to the business hall that day to check the dialing record and dialed this number.

Everything is turning around. She began to hate me, and I still don't know why. But I believe there is always a reason for all this. I felt very sad when I saw her playing with a male deskmate. I'm really sorry.

She changed so fast that I was caught off guard. I tried to ask her several times, but she was always with a group of girls. I saw contempt in her eyes. I am a very sensitive person. Maybe it is not contempt, but I think it is contempt.

I didn't ask why, I was disheartened, and then I tried to forget. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, I don't care about her at all. I don't know whether this is my strength or weakness. In those six months, I saw many different things, such as her selfishness, her affectation and her intrigue. I seem to see the quality under her beautiful skin. My hair stands on end. Perhaps this is my achilles heel, and I like it so paranoid. If I were a plum blossom standing proudly, I think I would still fall in love with the cold wind, even if it just wanted to blow me away.

Not long ago, I met her in the street and she passed me by. I recognized her at a glance. It's a pity that after so many years, she has gained weight and changed her temperament, but that face reminds me of this past many years ago. I really want to hide it in my heart, perhaps unwilling, perhaps angry, perhaps wronged. It was the first time that I liked someone wholeheartedly.

I know this is destined to be my love. Being crazy, confused and uninhibited when you are young is the most real and undisguised. This kind of love view, I hope it can continue, even if I love it deeply and hurt it deeply. Not for grandstanding, just for my monologue.

The second article is about talking about your sexual feelings: your sad monologue.

Author: Qiang

Some things have passed, and I am used to living alone. However, I still hope that someone will accompany me and wait for me every day. I seem to have been waiting for such a person. I have nothing to say when I think of people who have wronged me. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, but the way you treat me makes me completely chilling. Even if I always remember, I don't want to say anything more.

I am alone, staying in front of the computer every day, watching everyone's data and information. Then take a few screenshots and send them to space. Listening to music alone, no one needs an umbrella. Let the rain wet yourself so much. A person watching TV does not feel lonely. It's just that I feel a little lonely without company once in a while. Sleeping alone, watching the moon rise and set, watching some people alone, they are so happy with them. Maybe I am a happy person, a happy person.

After the cool rain, I no longer feel uneasy. I lost something. Those things I don't understand, in exchange for me. A real person, at least at this moment, I didn't think too much. Just a person writing straightforward words here. Straight without a ripple. It's as simple as that. Soft music has been coming from the stereo, and there is still a glimmer in the sky. After a while, it will be dark. It was time to eat when I cut potatoes last time, and I was distracted and cut my hand. Today is almost the same.

Get to know one person before you find another. But learning from a person is often forced. I learned a person because I lost a person. Such people take everything lightly. Even a little indifferent, nothing to say, that's all. Such people are simple, don't need too much satisfaction, just work hard, and there is nothing to be sad about. So such people have forgotten their sadness. No, I won't. I just don't want to

Many years ago, when the family ate together around the table, they didn't have much trouble. I only remember thousands of lights, not bright, but warm. Many years ago, when a person was in school, he was always too young, not without troubles, but without paying attention to those troubles. A person knows some people, even classmates and friends. But it's over. I don't remember what I was like, and I don't remember what some people were like at the beginning. I only remember that some people are still alone, but they seem to be struggling with something. I don't understand, maybe I do, because I have struggled, but I still don't know what I am fighting for. Everything is so vague that I can't understand it. I just sit alone.

Maybe one day, one person becomes two people. Looking back at that man, I wonder if I can see it clearly. Maybe it will be forgotten soon. Actually, I don't want to forget this delicate moment of being alone. A simple person, without sadness or struggle. But it contains all the ups and downs. Do you look down on everything, or what? I only know whether it is bitter or sweet. Eat, but I don't feel bitter or sweet. Everything seems boring.

A person does not stop loving, but has already loved. When you are alone, you learn patience, understanding and tolerance. A person doesn't want to speak loudly and waste energy on unnecessary and inappropriate things. A person can see himself more clearly without pretending to be himself. A person will be sleepy for a long time, not tired, but quiet. After a long time, you can let go of those people and things you can't let go of. Such people are straightforward, there is nothing to hide, and there is nothing to hide. One day, when I think of someone. My heart is no longer indifferent, what would it be?

One day when I forget someone. Did you get everything back? Or forget everything, maybe it doesn't mean much to me whether I come back or forget. I won't be lonely all the time, and I won't forget someone. So is all this waiting or looking forward to?

Self-report on two kinds of sexual emotions Part III: Self-report of love

Author: huihui 1985

A glance, a penny, a night.

At first glance, the flower of the soul bloomed, and the love was fixed in an article, and it became a home overnight; Bloom to the eyes, make love to words, and marry to the night.

You recognized us in previous lives at a glance, and my heart reacted. The moment when my heart bloomed was really amazing! You saw a heartfelt smile on my face. I haven't laughed for a long time. You and I can make me happy at a glance!

In this life, you have attracted me with words, because the sentences in the words are my impressions; I'm surprised and delighted that you know me so well. I didn't expect you to treat me as invisible.

You know my character, you know my temper, you know my fragility, and you know my strength. I know, no one knows me better than you. When I say that if you dare to talk about your past, I can understand you as well as you!

You and I questioned each other from the beginning and got used to each other's incompatibility; Later, I learned from your article that it was a joke for you to argue with me like that. Only then did I know that you were hiding your true self. Every time I lose my temper, you are angrier than anyone else, but you just calm me down with silence. After I scolded you and scolded you so much, you would still come back to see me and ask me. After listening to my recent situation, you are so generous that no one can bear the pain. Then I reflected on what I said to hurt you. You are still willing to comment silently until I tell you mine.

You have been seriously or cautiously associating with me, maybe you have a purpose, maybe you like me and then fall in love with me, which I can imagine.

You hid yourself perfectly and didn't give me any information Why are you so kind to me? I'm a little confused, okay? Perhaps your words have alerted my heart, and my heart likes the words you gave me so much; Especially those words that you love me dearly. I asked myself: are there very few people who say such things? Why do your words cater to my heart so much? Why don't I care what others say? I'm torturing myself. He hid it well. Who knows what else he has hidden? He is so unreliable, always secretive, disappears from time to time, greets me on a whim from time to time, and tells me that it is not him who is chatting with me.

What is he doing? What does he want? He doesn't care why I do this to me. Does he like this game? I'm just his puppet. He wants to play, and when he is bored, he puts it aside. Maybe I'm not the only puppet, maybe there are many! How boring is it? !

But I had a good day, very considerate, and sent text messages to people without looking; It makes me angry to think about it. Calm for a few days, I found a feeling of being played, hating myself for being so weak, hating myself for being so kind, hating myself for having no bottom line, hating myself for having no dignity; I hate being spineless.

I risked my family's confusion for my feelings, and I caught a cold for my love. What a silly person! ? Such is the punishment of impulsiveness, and such is the ignorance of stupidity.

A voice sneered, isn't mind reading your specialty? You see, he uses it as well as you, and he plays it incisively and vividly. Don't you admire him? I have to say that I am very passive, so don't indulge, alienate me with his tricks, and supplement my shortcomings with his advantages; Learning is also progress! Now that we have met, let's fight! Let's compete with him, recognize him clearly, distinguish him from the truth, determine his exact position and understand his personal heart.

Sigh and hold your breath. Having said so much, will there be any misunderstanding? Can you feel that such a place is your own fault? What did I do to him? How did all my short messages and articles affect him? Quote what at random? I don't know, am I a little paranoid above, why don't I consider the problem comprehensively? It's not running in yet, and it's almost over! But, but me, but what me? Reflect on your words and deeds! Torture your conscience? alas

It's all suspicions and doubts that I don't understand. He will make me understand that one day the truth will surface. Yes, the truth will come out one day.

Now, don't think about anything, wait for his call, wait for his arrival. If he doesn't want it, he will inform you. This is the minimum interaction between people.

Waiting for your arrival, waiting for your explanation, waiting for your explanation, waiting for you, I miss you like this, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate? Tell me what I can share, share and fight together. I hope you can say it! You are the will of my life, I accept everything gladly, no matter you are good or bad, I accept everything in your past! Please believe me, although I will complain and nag, I will take on all my personal challenges. Open your heart to me, okay? I hope you can understand that what I said is true. Let me go over it, ok?

Author: Hui Lian Mei Jusong attached to Uncle George Lam's "seed of love" has blossomed in my heart, why not bear fruit?