How to be a bad woman

In the past, I have been a good wife of my husband, a good mother of my daughter and a good employee of my leadership. I put my heart and soul into every role. I open my eyes almost every day and think about how to be a good wife, mother and employee. Before going to bed every day, I still think about how to do better tomorrow. Year after year, day after day, I don't know how much effort has been spent. Suddenly one day, I felt very tired, even though my husband loved me very much. But I still feel that I have hurt too much brains to win these things. I don't think bad women need to think so much and do so much. Someone once said that living too comfortably is easy for you to betray. It makes sense to think about this sentence now. Maybe everyone has a wild side, and everyone has two sides. On the one hand, wearing a mask and trying to be a good person in order to survive is just to make the mask perfect, which makes it difficult for you to distinguish between true and false. On the one hand, people long for that primitive impulse, a shallow stream of curiosity surging, so that countless insects bite people's bodies and minds, but some people resist with their own perseverance, while others are addicted to it. I resisted until I wanted to indulge. I want to indulge myself. I am not a bad woman, but I want to be a bad woman. Before the man around me was a little nicer to me, I would immediately refuse and tell him that I would be a good woman loyal to my husband and would not cross the line. As a result, men who admired me left me, and they left messages saying that even if you were chaste, no one would set up a chaste memorial arch for you. Wake up the dreamer in one word, yes, now what society, I am still so old-fashioned What is that, prude? Serious vacation? I don't know. I didn't do anything wrong to my husband anyway. I feel very at ease. But by looking around and listening to people around me, I realized that I was behind the times. I have no lover, I have no iron, I have no lover. I only have a husband, and others talk about extramarital affairs. I don't have any men who admire me, even because I turned them down without expression. Now that I think about it, why bother? So I want to be a bad woman, make friends with people, make friends, have extramarital affairs, follow the fashion, do fashion and do "show". After surfing the internet, this idea is even stronger. Chatting with each other online, I soon had a feeling of admiration. When it's hot, my blood is boiling, whether it's true or not. He is in full swing on the internet. Just say that I have the feeling of seeing each other for a long time, and I am committed to each other. I really want to be a bad woman, and immediately go to my online lover to spend the night with him, regardless of morality and ethics. I'll go outside the wall. Let a man other than my husband touch my smooth skin, let him pinch the firm nipples and girlish nipples, let me kill my soul once, let my heart beat like hemp, and let me reflect on the turmoil of derailment. I released my long-standing primitive wildness and became a slut. I want to satisfy every man who wants to have sex with me. I indulge myself endlessly. Smells like a bad woman. When the moonlight sets, I look at the starry sky, my heart is swaying, and I loudly tell my mother Tian to make me a bad woman. However, when endless snoring sounded around me, my lover's calm face caught my eye. He slept so soundly, just like a carefree child, and my lovely daughter giggled in her dream from time to time. I know, that's because they have a good lover and a good mother around them, so that they can sleep in peace. Seeing them, my crazy thoughts disappeared again. I know the one in my bones. I know I can't be a bad woman.