open relationship

Eat, sleep, and do things, our life gradually has a routine.She comes to my house or I go to hers.But more often, she still comes to my house.

I have also been to her house.Before entering the door, she specifically said to me: "I bought this house after I came here, and I was the only one who lived in it."

I didn't give her the key to the house, even if I knew it, it would be much more convenient. When I have something to do, she can wait for me at home.Every day, she would ask me via WeChat or SMS: "Can I come over today?" Or occasionally, "Can I come over today?" This is very formal, most of the time it seems superfluous, but it seems unwritten.I usually give an affirmative answer.I want to see her and like to be with her. Even if something happens, I won't say anything.But I never took the initiative to contact her.

She wanted to give me a key to the house, but I refused, pushing: "Anyway, come here together, there's no need."

Our days at home are very beautiful.It seems to be back in the past.She cooks, I help, wash the dishes together, watch videos together, read two identical books together, read faster than anyone else, and sometimes even go out together, shopping, shopping in supermarkets, watching movies, taking walks... She will help her family Adding little things that she likes, even when she's not at home, I know those things are not what I would put in this room.Of course, the most wonderful thing is to sleep together, she usually spends the night, and the next morning, have breakfast together.She seems to be the master of this family. We seem to have lived together for a long time, so long that we don’t need any more running-in. Everything is so smooth and natural, with established procedures and division of labor, making life an ordinary life. But it is enough to make people feel grateful to cry when they are alone.Until she has to ask me about tonight's itinerary, or when I occasionally go home, I can see her who has been waiting at the door for a while from a distance, and I will think of something called deliberate.And most of the time, we meet up near each other's work and then go home together.

Our side of life is very harmonious.After all, she was great in the past, but if I was on top, she would be extremely shy.It's all right now, you can take whatever you want, as if naked cll: She is mine.I can do whatever I want with her.

When she was up there, she was indescribably gentle.It feels like I'm really going to be broken.I really want to become immortal and leave her.She loves me very much.I never doubted her love for me, but love doesn't mean a lot, does it?

There is the same embarrassment in many harmony.At least it made me feel extremely embarrassed and guilty.It's not in my intention to alienate, I simply can't do it, I don't think, I don't think I can do it, and one day, I will reject her body on some subtle level.Yes, whenever I want to kiss her there, I suddenly don't want to, my movements stop, and I kiss other places instead and cover up.At the beginning, I didn't notice a regularity, and thought that it was just a shift of position, which was no big deal, but when this happened several times in a row, I had to admit such a psychological unexpectedness.It was embarrassing for me, and I needed to make the switching quite natural, and in the end, I didn't want to try again.I don't think it's a big deal, maybe it takes time, and on top of that, she doesn't like it that much, even if it's not necessarily true, when I used to be like that, if the lights were on, she would scream cutely , as if I was violating her; if the lights were turned off, she would try to pick me up, even if it wasn't hard.And no matter what, she would cover me tightly with a quilt, as if she was trying to murder her own wife.In this case, isn't it just what she wants.

Of course, I still have a feeling that I have seen you for a long time. I don't think it makes sense. I never thought that I was such a stingy person.However, this kind of unreasonable subconsciousness, that kind of change without knowing it, is the most sad thing.

And the scariest thing is, I thought I was covering it up very well, I thought everything was very natural and nothing serious, it was just my opinion.Originally, at that time, it was the most undisguised sincerity facing each other, with every frown and smile, there was no escape.She can see it, and so can I.

When did the change happen?In short, it may have been a while before I really realized it and had to face it squarely.There was refusal in her giving and asking, and it was more inadvertent.If it's just this aspect, I probably think it's a relapse, and I can even use conditions to suppress her.

But it's not just this one, but the time she spends in the bath is getting longer and longer.I grew up waiting for her on the bed and felt abnormal.As the person who took the shower first, I could have done my own thing very leisurely, but when I felt that I could do something together, she hadn't come out yet, so I was a little anxious.When she came out and she said it was getting late and going to bed, I got angry.Many nights, I had to sleep so angrily.

Although I'm not sure, I was determined to change, so one night, I prepared kjm and waited for her attentively.Waiting for someone wholeheartedly is not a wise behavior.Listening to the rushing sound of water that seemed to never stop, my heart became more and more restless.I don't know what I'm upset about, is it the sound of water, or what will happen next, the feeling of my lips touching her, or as long as it's unknown, I'll feel uneasy no matter what, or as long as I'm facing her , there has been uneasiness, and it is impossible to dissipate in this life.

I got out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, overwhelmed by the sound of water.

"How dirty you are, it takes so long to wash!" I blurted out.The sound of water stopped abruptly.I covered my mouth, so angry that I wanted to hit myself, but I didn't know where to start.Waves of panic slapped back and forth the previous restlessness.I went to press the doorknob: "Open the door!"

"If you don't open the door again, I'll get the key."

The door was flung open, revealing a frightened and cowering little face.

I walked in and closed the door behind me.She stood in front of me wrapped in a bath towel, with her head shrunk, her fingers twisted and twisted, her face was disturbed and hurt.Her wet hair was still dripping, and her arms were still glistening with water. Such an unexpected visit seemed to have made her flustered for a while.

I stretched out my hand to her chest, and she stepped back swiftly, then looked at me in a panic.

I couldn't help but find it funny, but also a little bit bitter, and pressed her □□luolu's shoulder, which was wet.Sighing, she took a towel and wiped her hair and the exposed parts of her body. She stood quietly and straight without moving.

I poked towards her chest again, but luckily she didn't hide this time.I untied the towel that was wrapped around her.She moved her body, still showing a little panic.She was rosy and rosy, with scattered blushes all over her body, which did not fade even after a while.I took another towel and ran it over her body, her underside—long, gentle back and forth.She brought her legs together.

I threw away the towel, knelt on the ground, knelt in front of her, stroked her legs, and glimpsed the lovely flower buds that had been watered by the previous water and bloomed, which was incomparably beautiful.I don't understand why I can give up and resist such a stunner. It is really unreasonable, and I should repent piously.I took it in my mouth, licked and tasted it carefully.Her body trembled violently, perhaps due to the confusion of body and mind, but this kind of helplessness transmitted to me through skin-to-skin contact was quickly swallowed up by the sense of pleasure.

I didn't do it reluctantly, in fact, I loved her there too much.I was intoxicated by it, unable to extricate myself, hoping that she would feel comfortable, that she could feel the indescribable preciousness and treasure in my heart.It's not that I hate it, it's just that I love it so much that it becomes unreasonable.

She couldn't stand at all, and I was almost half supporting her.Her suppressed voice was mixed with: "Xiaoguang...don't want...Xiao...Xiaoguang..." I hugged her horizontally, even so, I didn't stop what I said.

When I gently put her into the bathtub, I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you washed it so seriously, but you have to wash it again." She half-opened a misty eye and looked straight at me brightly.

In the end, she still cried, and I still couldn't stop her tears.She cried and asked me, it's fine if I don't give her the key, why didn't I accept the key she gave?Do you also despise her?I was intimidated by her.Frightened by these two words, I can't afford such a big crime.

For those who love each other, all small things become big things, who cares about them, but they can be read but not talked about.

The author has something to say:

I don't know if I will be caught by that, if I am caught by that, I will definitely come to make up the file. .

I wrote this chapter in my head one night many days ago, but I couldn’t remember it at all when I woke up the next day. I was so angry that I dragged it until now _(:з」∠)_

To explain, the original intention of this pit is simple. I want to write down some of my own brain holes, so I don't intend to describe the details in too much detail.

Oh~