Post Date December, 03 2023
My husband is 1.80 meters tall, 8 years older than me, with a well proportioned physique and a light and agile walking style. He has an indescribable elegance and nobility. At that time, I thought: If I could marry this gentleman in this life, I would be satisfied! And he seems to be fascinated by my purity, beauty, and gentleness.
Three years later, we fulfilled our wish and walked hand in hand into the palace of marriage.
The feeling of being loved in the first two years after marriage is really beautiful, and I think this is perhaps the most magical and happy feeling of being a woman.
But in the third year after marriage, my feelings began to change. This is not that our love has faded, but that I, a petite woman, have wild dreams.
When he looks at me with a focused and obsessed gaze, like appreciating a beloved artwork, I wish his gaze were more obsessed and wild, because I am a woman rather than a artwork; When he caresses me cautiously, I hope he can show me his passion and strength as a man.
On many nights of insomnia and loss, I advised myself that my husband is a model university lecturer, and I cannot expect him to be like a fierce farmer and an uncivilized savage. I should learn to treat my sexual life with my husband as an ancient poem, a piece of soothing music, a glass of aged wine, and slowly savor it. But every time my orgasm was about to come and he was still slow and organized, I became very impatient and even wanted to get angry with him, but I always suppressed it.
I dress up meticulously every day. Women are the ones who please themselves, and I hope that when they see my charming appearance, they will impulsively hug me around the living room, hug me tightly, or throw me onto the bed, expressing their emotions and needs without emotion. I yearn for the feeling of being incisive and heartfelt, but he still maintains the tenderness and delicacy of his newlyweds.
One Sunday morning, we woke up and lay in bed chatting. I suddenly felt blessed in my heart and told him that I had a dream. I dreamed that we were running on an empty beach, and he suddenly pushed me onto the beach, impatiently taking off my clothes
The waves occasionally hit us, and his fierce movements made me feel excited and comfortable like never before. He was extremely impulsive upon hearing this, and next, I truly experienced the joyful and joyful feeling of my virtual presence in a dream. Since then, he seems to have begun to value sexual skills. We often change various forms, and his gentle yet firm movements satisfy me very much.
I was surprised by his changes, but he said, "Thank you for that. When you told me about your dreams that day, I knew you were not just talking about dreams, but giving me some kind of inspiration. If you were to directly and simply say that you were not satisfied with sex, I might not believe it, or I might lose interest and confidence in it.
(Intern Editor: Lai Jiaxing)
