holy water ladies

Author: jklovee
Word count: 9661
Life after marriage is boring and boring. I admire those friends who can play with their wives back and forth. This is almost impossible for me. The term seven-year itch has existed since ancient times. Maybe I can play with a passing girlfriend.
In a family without freedom, I don’t even want to go back. Lighting a cigarette and listening to music in the car before going home is probably the only freedom that belongs to me. The harm caused by sadomasochism is irreversible. One of them is not having any interest in sex. The so-called beautiful legs and feet have also been diluted because they are too familiar. As long as people, whether male or female, must frequently and constantly change their partners, in order to increase more interest —- see “Coolidge Effect”. This kind of result is extremely common in the mammalian kingdom, birds, and even marine organisms. In order to reproduce offspring, they must maintain a good ability. They can only increase their energy without limit by changing stimuli. Because human beings have social characteristics and are bound by ethics and morality, this is almost impossible to happen between normal lovers.
I always look forward to a business trip, especially a business trip alone, that kind of free atmosphere makes people feel smooth from head to toe. Probably, men are so cheap. Obviously, the beauty and figure of the one at home beat 90% of the s on the market, but why can’t they be interested? When I first fell in love, I loved everything from foot licking and mouth tongue, and even holy water could be tried occasionally to add more interest, and slowly, I didn’t even want to touch it. This business trip is Urumqi, a city where ethnic minorities gather. In my imagination, this place should be full of the smell of beef and mutton, or the unknown smell of different races. After all, when we were traveling in Tibet, the smell of butter tea all over the street and the oil on women’s big braids made people sick. In the alleys of Urumqi City under the lights, smoke is lingering. The cries mixed with cumin flavor mixed with the aroma of red Wusu wine make this place full of life, and the red willow meat skewers taken out of the fiery red naan pit beat the taste buds of everyone passing by. “Give me a handful of barbecue.” The shop waiter looked at me like a fool, “Sir, are you alone?” When the sizzling grilled skewers exuding the willow branch aroma were brought to me, I realized that they were different from those in the mainland. This is a welcoming city, in every sense of the word.
For a foodie, every time he arrives in a new city, he will explore the streets and alleys. The more dilapidated and inconspicuous restaurants, the more he can taste the most authentic taste of the city. people, tooSame. I am not interested in large nightclubs, clubs, etc., but not because of lack of money. After all, I can still afford the same money for a week of playing. But I always feel that those colorful ones, which are charming behind the frosted glass on the street, are more exotic. After a full meal, I carried the military kettle that was given to me by the veteran cadres of the army and had been treasured for many years, and shuttled through the market. This kettle has been with me for many years. I have used it to drink water, soak instant noodles, and hold fine wine. Tonight it has a special purpose.