As a middle-aged man, I finally found an empirical pattern. People grow up in a moment. It's like I suddenly learned to distinguish chicken and duck, organic and inorganic, inner and physical. I have already used many of these terms in my writings and speeches in primary schools, but it only shows me what it means to go through certain events that are marked by traumatic experiences in my life. Now I'm going to tell you some little stories about me. I made them up.
Remember when I was a kid, I was at home, so I had to go to the bathroom. I'll get the door. I'm in shock!
Dad took a bath in there, and a big iron pot was used to collect additional waste water for the toilet. My father stood naked in the tub and half-sided towards me.
The water flowed along his vertical muscles, where he lay like a mighty Greek statue.
When I looked at him, I saw the most prominent part of him!
Such greatness is so sudden!
A long pussy.
And behind the truncheons were two meat packs, loosely hanging between their legs, like the red meat of the cock's jaw.
I'm totally surprised!
I'm scared!
Since then, I have learned that adults are fundamentally different from children.
As soon as I was in the third grade.
One afternoon of summer, I was busy writing math homework at the desk.
The three volts in the northeast were very hot, and I wore only one pair of pants.
It's been a while since I started sweating.
And then I found out that the lower body began to grow individual black hair.
This hairy oil is dark, its roots are thick and thin, and it's a little elegant radians.
It's getting hotter and hotter.
I'm pulling out my tight pants and I'm getting some air out of my pussy.
I started playing a little game with the pubic hair.
♪ To hold on to the strongest pussy on the balls ♪
Fury, pull up.
The skin of the roots of the pubic hair has been pulled high.
The hairy man lays a white fur bag under his skin, and it hurts if he pushes.
After a while I realized something was wrong!
The skin on my balls just shrunk.
It's like pissing cold in the open in the winter, and it's like two wrinkled walnuts.
In the meantime, the chick who peed.
Chickens swell up.
Stand up in a strong position that is held in urine.
But at the same time, I don't feel like I'm dying to pee.
I watched it so closely!
It has a smooth skin, and the place where it pees is a strange swelling from the soft skin.
The mouth of the urinal is opened slightly, like a fish's mouth is closed repeatedly, and it is greedy to breathe the air on the surface.
I felt a different sense of saturation.
Boot, a little numb.
He was wrapped up in invisible positions and kept oppressing me.
I can't help but be confused.
Why is it so insensitive?
I used my right thumb and index finger to get him.
He shivered slightly!
I dropped my pants to the root of my thigh and studied them carefully.
Hold him in his right hand. It doesn't fit.
It's like there's a gap between the upper and the lower.
So it felt so comfortable with the left hand.
That moment was like a match between the soul and the flesh.
Each of my palms is the blood vessels that should be on the root. Just...
Like gear rods bound to the wheel, ancient impulses opened a hidden river.
An electric current has caused the body to vibrate and the soul to shake.
As if the dust had been closed for many years, and I was filled with a flow of joy.
Heart beats fast, ears, eyes, all organs are shut down, the whole mind is concerned with the hand and body.
For the first time, I had no sense of understanding.
The left hand moves down. The one's in the bag.
The swollen organs under the skin were all exposed.
He was smooth and full, fresh and brave like a mushroom head.
I have been completely conquered by this magical experience, and I have been squeezed.
My hands seem to be born with a lock, root with a key.
I keep opening the lock and stretching it down, and I feel like I'm all up and down.
I feel, increasingly, that there is something pushing me, as if there was a sacred moment coming.
I was a little confused, but I followed it unconsciously, and I drowned in this wave.
Respiration is getting faster and the eyes are recording what happened, without any chance of judgement.
At last, that pleasure has reached its limit! My left hand is standing in the ground, while the proud yang
And it's up to unprecedented strength.
The whole hips were tight, the toes were tight on the floor, and a force was tied.
The gruesome pain in the body burst out of nowhere!
A white-coloured thick slurry throws an arc like glue on a mathematical workbook.
I'm in shock again!
In a moment I was thinking about the name of the liquid.
Sperm!
It's sperm!
I've been surprised since, why exactly name a thing I've never seen? Where does that come from? Why is it not in your hands, but in an instant? What suppresses this idea, and my discovery is like a medieval voyage. Since then, my life has entered the stage of madness. Any relevant word in the newspaper deserves to be taken down. Mom and Dad told me to eat, everyone was at the table, and I had newspapers, magazines. A sperm shot in a dozen seconds. I can't help it. I'm a slave to it.
And then I got hooked on a game of shooting anywhere, on a bus, in a mall toilet, in a class class, in a park woods...
That's how I grew up. I learned to do it when I was 10. At age 14, she learned to fall in love, but she didn't know what love was until she was 30. Love is so impossible and desire so endless. I don't know when the next moment of understanding will come. I wonder now what death is.