Post Date December, 03 2023
I admit, I am lascivious. My lewdness is real and undisclosed. I can honestly tell everyone that I am no longer a virgin, not ten years ago. At the age of fifteen, a villain took away my chastity, and from then on, I indulged myself. The men I've had sex with, or rather the men I've had sex with, are about to reach triple digits. Let me tell you one more thing, I am not a dark night woman, and I also have a legitimate career. My monthly salary is enough to fly back and forth to the West Coast of the United States.
I admit, I am lascivious. But I have always wondered why straightforward lewdness is not as good as those disguised hypocrisy. Can't a person live without pretending their own feelings and having real expressions?
I admit, I am lascivious. I, who am so promiscuous, also yearn for love, pure love. I have experienced so many men who say they love you before going to bed, but after finishing it, they disappear completely. I have lost confidence in men.
I admit, I am lascivious. But I am not hypocritical. I cannot stand those hypocritical people, whether they are men or women. For a long time, I haven't been online. The internet itself is illusory, with people thousands of miles apart and strangers. There shouldn't be so much hypocrisy, right? Can I keep a beautiful imagination of the internet or treat it as a sexual object? The first time I went online was because I had to send an email to the company headquarters in San Francisco, and my dignified colleague used the opportunity to teach me how to send emails and held onto my hand. That night, I accompanied him to bed, and he was satisfied, and he never dared to speak to me again.
I admit, I am lascivious. The internet has allowed me to experience another world, a world even dirtier than my body. The men I later met were all lonely ghosts on the internet, and they chased after women like flies smelling rotten eggs. In the internet, I tease them, and they are also teasing me. With the idea of both parties contributing a tool to each other for fun, we are indulging.
I admit, I am lascivious. I didn't trample myself like this because of my ugliness. Anyway, I cannot belong to the ranks of dinosaurs. I am confident that I can handle a height of 168, a weight of 55 kilograms, and a chest circumference of 36. Otherwise, why would a man involuntarily take a look at himself after the first glance at me.
I admit, I am lascivious. Is lewdness just a woman's exclusive right? I can't think of a word to describe a lascivious man. Why do men always blame women when they have sex wolves, sex ghosts, and even some people call them sex immortals? It seems that everything is a woman's fault, it's all lewd women luring men.
I admit, I am lascivious. Who can tell me what is the standard for promiscuity? Is a woman called lewd when she has two or more men? If I don't say it, can you know how much I've had? Men will claim to be lewd but not promiscuous, I just want to say that you have a thief's heart but no thief's courage. Men are not afraid of this or that disease, they have condoms to cover you with. In an environment where he believed things would not be exposed, any man would strip himself naked within three seconds.
I admit, I am lascivious. The moment the villain entered me, I knew that I was destined to be a promiscuous woman in this life. I didn't feel any pain, on the contrary, I experienced unprecedented joy and climaxed. My pain is in my heart. I know, from that moment on, I was a woman. After that, I rarely had orgasms again. In my heart, I detest piston sports, and more often than not, I appreciate men's clumsy performances.
(Intern Editor: Cai Junyi)
