Unspeakable pain 5, my sadness, unspeakable pain.

This can't be done.,Maybe it's a physical reason.,If you're very thin.,The pain will be relatively more than the fat point.,The only solution is to do a good job of early measures.,And then it's a word.,Endure.,There's no other way.,The second time it's fine.,The first time it definitely hurts to death.,Bear with it.,No way.,Who called us women.。。

There is more foreplay, don't be nervous, the pain is certain, pay attention to the hygiene of both parties, do it every 2-3 days after the first time, there is also a possibility of bleeding, and there will even be a third bleeding, but it would be good if there were more times.

It's too nervous, relax.

If it doesn't work, why do you have to come now? ～

I've been thinking about this thing all the time, and there will be pressure

It's going to be unnatural, and there's no way to put it in

You can also get married

Don't worry

I woke up in the middle of the night, and I couldn't remember what happened in my dream, but the pillow towel was wet. ­

Through the glass, outside the window, the night is low and diffuse. The moonlight spread out faintly, like a light water sleeve. Make a cup of coffee and stand by the window. ­

The yellowish light, the silent room, the faint heart, the faint melancholy, the faint loneliness. There is also the sad melody lingering, "I don't miss you because I'm lonely, I miss you because I'm more lonely......­

Every time I think of you, my heart will spring up with inexplicable sadness, and the face that I had deliberately forgotten has come out of my blood again and again this night, and it is so clear. We don't have a romantic journey, no footprints on the streets and alleys holding hands, no appointments, no discussions about the future together, not even the embellishment of sweet words, and we can hardly tell that we are a pair of lovers. But your back, your eyes, your smile, the tenderness you show between your gestures are deeply in my heart, since I met you, my heart turned into water, happy flow.

Every time I think of you, it is accompanied by tears, I recall the past countless times, in my heart, keep affirming, and keep denying, although it has no meaning, but my heart still follows the ups and downs of thoughts. The most hurtful thing is not love, but memories.

Because of too much love, I let myself become so humble, and slowly, my pride hurt, my self-esteem cried, and from then on, my heart was no longer at peace, and I began to contradict and struggle, until I was in pain. ­

I thought that it was enough for me to love a woman in my life, I wanted to give my heart to a woman completely, I hope that there is only one woman in my world, no matter how rich or rich, no matter whether you are poor or down, no matter how earth-shaking it is, no matter if the world falls apart, I just want to accompany this woman for the rest of my life. But in the end, I still faded out of your life, what a simple idea, what a ridiculous idea.

My life was business as usual, except for more lasting silence than ever, refusing to speak, only to talk to myself and chatter behind the desolate crowd. It's just that there is no heart for you, empty, leaving only a wisp of sadness, and that sadness is faintly but so deep, as if it will never be forgotten for the rest of your life. ­

Say I miss you for the last time. From then on, it will not be mentioned again. Precipitate you and put it in the bottom of your heart.