I've come a far, far way in the black zone outside of morality, and since taking this step, I have found myself like a lost lamb who can never find a way back. Lust is like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring all my enthusiasm and energy, and I find a moment of peace in the woman outside, but also exhaust everything.
My acquaintance with my eldest sister originated from the Internet, and many years have passed, I have forgotten her name, but the short time I met her is still vivid. I am naturally intolerant of mature women, and the age gap is not an obstacle to us being together, but more and more able to arouse the desire in my heart.
The eldest sister is a bank employee who has just retired, we have a gap of nearly 20 years old, the first time I saw her **, I was attracted by her mature charm, although she has been transitioning to the direction of old age, but still better retains the mature charm of a middle-aged woman. The eldest sister has short hair that touches the shoulders, her figure is not out of shape, and the collarbone exposed at the neckline still gives people a heart-warming **.
The first time we met was in her car, on an autumn evening at sunset, the eldest sister talked about her past, her son was talking about marriage, her husband was retired, and her life was plain and stable. The eldest sister talked a lot, and there was no shyness when we met for the first time, but as a man, I was a little restrained when I sat in the car.
Later, I gradually understood that a woman who behaves actively and naturally when she meets a man for the first time must have gone through many relationships before she can behave freely. In the first 30 years, my perception of women was still between shyness and half-pushing, and for this kind of woman in my 50-year-old sister, I met it for the first time, and I was surprised and surprised.
I thought that piercing that layer of window paper would require a lot of foreshadowing from the man in the early stage to be completed, but I didn't think that the window itself had no paper, and the other party had already opened the window to welcome you. After chatting in the car for a while, the eldest sister said that it was a little stuffy, probably because of the arrival of menopause, so she drove the car to a remote and dark corner, and lowered the window to breathe.
She looked at me sideways, with a kind of confidence and heat in her eyes, as if she had won the meeting today, and I was walking into her preset trap step by step like her prey. The moment our eyes touched each other, we hugged each other tightly. Her face was close to my ear, and I could feel the warm gasp she exhaled, ** although it was not elastic, but still gentle and delicate, and then she drove the car to an underground parking lot, and she took the initiative to guide me through a new lesson in life.
We only had a few short dates, never went on a date like shopping or eating, and each time we went straight to the subject, and there was no contradiction in the subsequent separation, and naturally we all returned to our own lives. There is no love and possession without emotional desire catharsis, but the use of each other's bodies to complete the most primitive physical communication.
The short experience with this eldest sister opened up a new perspective on women's examination, it turns out that women who are simple and homely in appearance may not think traditionally, and menopausal women do not necessarily have to be insulated from men, and the needs of human nature are not only affected by the body, but the intervention of the mind is actually more important. The eldest sister of menopause may be unwilling to age, and she wants to remember her youth through such a date, and make a final breakup and goodbye to middle age.