The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Alan Stone walked back in a feverish manner, almost staggering.At the moment, his mind is full of the picture he just saw.

"Hey, you!" a menacing shout, but cautious enough, the voice is very low.

Alan Stone stopped and looked at Grace in front of him unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

No longer looking like a stupid goose, Grace strode up to Alan Ston, and began to look at him again, more impolitely than before, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "Why are you so bold? This is the palace !"

Alan Stone snorted coldly, "So what?"

Grace was so angry that she cursed vulgar words, and said in a low voice: "So many people have seen you and Mrs. Drummer come to the garden one after another! Her husband is beside His Majesty! Do you know how red your face is? You Once you go back, everyone will know what you did just now!"

Alan Stone was embarrassed at first, and subconsciously touched his face, but then he became angry: Grace was always more experienced than him in this regard.

He looked down at Grace, and suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her behind the hedge.Grace was pulled back and forth by him, hit his hand hard, and kicked him.

Alan Stone turned his head and said, "William has also come to the capital."

Like a dog on a leash, Grace obediently followed him between two rows of hedges.

The two stood facing each other, and neither of them spoke.Alan Stone could see Grace's urgency, but he just didn't say anything, feeling a little happy in his heart.He knew Grace had a hard time talking about it.He also found that Grace's white dress became beautiful in low light, like the color of the moon on a clear night.

"Why steal the wine?" he asked.

Grace doesn't answer.

"Where's the wine?"

Grace still didn't answer, didn't move, like a statue under the moon.It should be ancient Greek, because the long hair is naturally soft and curly.But women in ancient Greece were always nude.

Alan Stone suddenly stepped forward and hugged Grace's waist!

"What are you doing!" Grace exclaimed.

Alan Stone wrapped an arm around his waist.This simple skirt is much narrower than that of the lady just now, and the upper bodies of the two are easily attached together!He smelled the scent of soap and floral oils in Grace's hair, and the emerald earrings on his ears were trembling on his lips, and if he opened his mouth now, he could take this little green thing in his mouth inside.

He freed one hand to touch Grace's skirt, intending to - or rather, his "reason" made him think so, to make sure that the wine bottle was still there.

He thought that his hand would be blocked by the pannier, but he missed it!There was nothing under Grace's dress to block him!He hit hard, pressing down firmly on that leg.His palm completely ignored the touch of the cloth, and he strongly felt the elasticity of the flesh.

This was completely beyond Alan Stone's expectations. He bit the bullet and continued to touch it a couple more times before suddenly letting go of the violently struggling man in his arms.

Grace stepped back quickly, glaring at him angrily.

Now he really pissed people off.

Alan Stone's heart was beating extremely fast, and his temples were bouncing with blood.He had never been so flustered on the battlefield.

"Where did the wine go? You didn't drink it yourself." He tried to maintain a steady tone, panting carefully so as not to let his chest rise and fall too obviously.But at this moment he needs a lot of fresh air, and he feels like he is about to faint like the ladies and ladies.

Grace's breathing was also short, and her flat chest heaved violently.Alan Stone's gaze fell on the tightly guarded chest involuntarily, and he walked downstream involuntarily.After a few touches, he figured it out. Grace also had a pannier under her skirt, but it was very short, and it might have just reached the butt...the butt...he remembered the new knowledge he had just added, the small artery in the forehead Dance more wildly.

He turned his eyes back to Grace's face, and saw the maid staring at him fiercely, her green eyes were very big and bright in the night.

like a cat.

Just now he told his wife about another problem he had: he couldn't remember the names of the ladies.

The wife told him the trick, to learn analogy, compare the ladies to different varieties of flowers, bright, not bright, thick petals, shriveled petals...it's easy to remember.People always like to compare women to flowers, and even poets love to write like this: roses, lilies, freesias... But Alan Stone couldn't find a suitable one, and the military school didn't teach botany.

Now he knew that the flower analogy didn't work for Grace.Grace is not a plant, but an animal.Not birds like stupid geese, but carnivorous mammals with claws and fangs.

He thought of the cat raised by his mother: if you are strict with it, it will definitely turn around and run away; if you are gentle with it, it may show its belly in front of you.

He reached into his pocket.The person on the opposite side was startled by his movement, and trembled all over. It could be seen that he was restraining the desire to escape, and looked at him vigilantly.

Exactly the same as a cat.

Alan Stone took out a purse from his pocket and asked the vigilant kitten, "Did you sell the wine? If you are short of money, you can tell me."

The little wild cat was indifferent and had no trust in the human being in front of him.

He stretched his arms and handed the money bag forward, like using a bone to please the watchdog: "William is also worried that you will have a bad life here."

The little wild cat moved slightly, took a step forward with one foot, took his money, lowered his head and held it in his hand, "It's not bad... I just want to get some money for myself, or I have to apply for approval for anything else, Very troublesome."

"What do you want to do with the money?"

Grace raised her head, she was no longer so savage, she even showed a bit of obedience like a house cat, and replied softly: "I want to go to St. Marin Monastery, which is in the north of the city, and it's a bit far away. I want to go by car."

Alan Stone understood and didn't ask what he was going to do there. Ladies always like to go to the monastery for a day and a half. He just wondered why the king couldn't know.But he didn't ask such an unpleasant question, he just said: "Then see if the money is enough, if not, I'll send you some more."

Grace smiled gratefully, "Enough, I have saved a lot myself!"

Well, it's not a cat, it's a dog, a piece of meat and bone is enough to get close to it.Although not his own bones.

Alan Stone felt that he had found the knack of getting along with Grace. The two hours of sincere conversation that happened in Grace's small room was not an illusion.

He told Grace that William, who arrived in the capital yesterday, will report in a few days, and his new troops are stationed at the port southeast of the city.

Grace looked at him even more gratefully, and confessed to him that she heard that he had a fight with someone and came to see if he was injured.

Alan Stone said that his shoulder was hit by a guard's scabbard. He slightly exaggerated the injury, but finally concluded that the injury was not serious and could be tolerated, and politely thanked Grace for her concern.

Before the two parted, Grace also said "thank you" to him.

Alan Stone couldn't help masturbating after returning to his residence.

He rarely does it.

Certainly not because of the "sprinkling semen on the ground will make God angry" kind of thing.He never took these teachings seriously, even though the priests and instructors kept saying them.

In fact, when he first entered the military academy, he didn't understand why students put their hands outside the quilt when they slept. He learned to rub his thigh against the penis in the quilt to seek pleasure through observing his classmates.This kind of thing is Pandora's box, once opened, the trouble will never end.

Fortunately, he understood the harm of this matter before he really went astray, calling him back from the brink of irrational danger.

But some things are always inevitable.After he witnessed Grace kissing William, his body changed horribly and he began frequently losing semen in his sleep.

That period of time was a nightmare for him, both during the day and at night.He wasn't sure if this was a form of autosexuality that doctors forbid.He waited for a long time with a chill on the back of his head, making sure that he would not suffer from madness, insomnia and other diseases that may be caused by masturbation, and then he was slightly relieved.But he still didn't dare to be careless, because he knew that it was just a fluke that he didn't get sick. After all, he was still young and his body was healthier than ordinary people.More importantly, he knew very well that the nightmares that caused his nocturnal emission were more immoral than the irrational fantasies of ordinary people.

At some point, he disagreed with his intellectual mentor, Rousseau.He didn't want to have a physical relationship with bad women like Rousseau suggested in the book; he didn't want to quantify his charm by how many maids he slept with like some classmates.

He chooses to endure, almost achieving amazing success, until he is declared a failure again because of Grace.

That daring maid rubbed his ass with her hands... He still feels dizzy when he thinks of that scene.He couldn't do anything but just let the maid rub his penis, causing him to come out...and onto the floor.

Rousseau was right that once such a thing is experienced, it is lost forever.The time in the cellar of the villa was the beginning of countless downfalls after that, and every brief pleasure was followed by endless self-blame. He did not get the pleasure of indulgence, but felt that his rationality was defeated by his own desire.But unfortunately, this kind of self-blame always only works after the fact, but it can't help him take his hand off the penis during the process of enjoying it.

This dangerous and selfish behavior was relieved after he went to the front to find William, until tonight, his reason was about to be raped by his desire again.

Panting patiently, he decided to blame drunkenness for the fall.Drunkness can also lead to irrationality, so this masturbation is just one of the consequences of drunkenness, so he only committed a lack of willpower tonight.

The few strokes that touched Grace's thigh were not lack of perseverance, but mistakes; but the one that he hugged Grace was.

He was too impulsive at the time, and the alcohol and the scene he had just seen made him lose control the moment he met Grace.

But in fact, he didn't see it very clearly at the time.The floor lamp was not bright enough, and he refused to kneel in front of a woman, so even if Mrs. Drummer pulled her skirt up to her waist, he could only vaguely understand that there would be an entrance there.

But at least he figured out what "the second wig" meant.The statement which had aroused his great indignation now set into motion a dangerous train of fantasies in his confused mind.

It was that night again, and he saw Grace sitting on William's body, with her legs straddling William's body, and William's hands were hidden in Grace's skirt.

In Alan Stone's previous fantasies, sometimes he would sit there instead of William, and sometimes he would walk over and wrap his arms around Grace's waist from behind.

This time it was he who replaced William.He sat Grace on top of him, and the maid bent down to kiss him.It's a pity that he never succeeded in kissing those lips, whether in fantasies or dreams, but this time he finally lifted the layer of fabric.

He picked Grace up and put her on the table, parting the pale, slippery legs that had always been snakes and entangled him in nightmares.He pushed the skirt all the way up: at first it was the dusty old dress he had seen that night, but suddenly it was the bright white dress with gauze he had seen tonight...

He left both legs exposed, knees, thighs, he could see them all.His eyes slid up the two legs, approaching the end of their reunion—he gritted his teeth and trembled, thinking, is it darker than the golden brown hair, or lighter?

Alan Stone enjoys one of the best orgasms so far.

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"Self-sexual behavior" is my self-translation of selfgratification, not bad! ...There are serious annotations on Changpei, don't forget to read~

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Note: The crime of Onan: Judah took a wife for his eldest son Er, named Tamar.Er, the firstborn son of Judah, was evil in the sight of the LORD, and the LORD put him to death.Judah said to Onan, "Go in with your brother's wife, and do your duty as a brother to her, and raise a son for your brother." Onan knew that the son would not belong to him, so he left it on the ground when he had sex with her. , so as not to leave behind for his brother.What Onan did was evil in the eyes of the LORD, and the LORD put him to death. —— "Old Testament. Genesis"

During the enlightenment period, the word "onanism" created by Onan's name Onan was officially included in the "Encyclopedia". At that time, cultural people also opposed selfabuse from the perspective of criticizing irrationality, and the popular health handbook was powerful. Proof of selfabuse can lead to various diseases (similar to the folklore that men have a limited number of times in a lifetime, and the health-preserving methods such as preserving Yang Yuan... Baiyan, that brochure is the same as these health-preserving methods, they are all for selling medicine)

In short, if you believe in religion superstitiously, the Bible tells you not to!Ungodly, science and reason tell you no!

So, the younger brother doesn't often, the older brother has better control, never. ^-^ In other words, the title of the last chapter actually found the source, I really remembered it wrong, and it has been changed.Interested students can take a look, even the era when the statement appeared has been verified, it is amazing my little readers, thank you very much!