wandering on the edge of waking up

Author: fanzui
Word count: 3966
Girlfriend is gentle and kind. When facing me, her eyes always reveal infinite nostalgia and tenderness. For having such a girlfriend, I should be happy, I often think so. But in reality, I couldn’t be satisfied. Although I know this is unfair to my girlfriend. But when I was with her, apart from feeling her tenderness, I always felt that something was missing.

I don’t know why, but since I was very young, I have had an almost adoring feeling towards girls. The more beautiful the girl, the stronger the admiration. Then one day, I admired a girl to the limit, and a desire was born. This kind of desire is to degrade oneself infinitely and completely submit to her feet. Use my humbleness to set off her nobility. When I just had this thought, I was extremely terrified. I tried my best to get rid of this entanglement of thoughts, but I later found that it was futile, like a prey entangled by a giant python, I could not control my fate.

As I grow older, I am no longer the boy who didn’t understand anything. I am no longer hesitant about my hobbies. From the platform of the Internet, I have defined myself. I belong to the sadomasochistic group. I once dreamed of finding a heroine to be my girlfriend. Helpless, in today’s China, there are still very few heroines. Not to mention being attracted to each other, you can be lovers. After giving up, I began to place my hopes on making a girlfriend first and then training her. She, with her tenderness as the key, opened the door of my heart and entered my life. I thought my dream was about to come true. But then I gradually discovered that my dream was so incompatible with her personality.

My girlfriend loves me, and her tenderness remains the same. She cares about my daily life every day, carefully removes the fallen hair on my white shirt, then raises her eyes and smiles sweetly at me. I gratefully returned my smile and watched her turn away happily. But left me full of guilt. I enjoy your tenderness, but I don’t realize my dream with you.

In June, I couldn’t find my dream with my girlfriend. There is always some loss. Open the homes that I often visit, watch movies, and read articles. Nothing new, really boring. Every night I spent my leisure time in Baodi, which has almost become a habit. Suddenly there is nothing new here, which made me very uncomfortable for a while. Close the browser, I still don’t know what to do. Reluctantly, I reopened the page. At this time, I remembered that there seems to be another area in the homeland, the spiritual area. I am not a sentimental person, I have been to the Soul Zone before, and although there are many beautiful articles there, I prefer the direct way in Baodi. Therefore, I have been soaking in treasure land and rarely go to the heart. Maybe it’s God’s arrangement, if it wasn’t for Baodi not having new posts, I wouldn’t go to the heart. Wouldn’t see Angel’s posts, and wouldn’t start following her. At first, the slightly sad style in her post caught my attention, and thenHer beauty deeply shocked me. I seemed to feel the long-lost feeling of being entangled again. When I found out, if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t escape. For a month, I was waiting for her new post every day, looking forward to feeling her existence from her words. It seems to see her words, just like she is by my side. Wanting to find her, wanting to know her, this desire has reached a height that has never been reached. But thinking about my girlfriend, I hesitated. I lingered in this state of mind for a long time. Finally one day, I saw a new post of hers. That’s 5 wild photos of her. That kind of ferocity hit my weakness fiercely. The moment the photo came into view, the trembling of my heart almost made me suffocate. I realized that my dream was here.

Finally, without telling my girlfriend, I found an angel. And many times. The first time I saw her, I was a little apprehensive, and her sharp eyes made me a little scared. After she gave the order to kneel, I hid away and knelt down. She saw me like this and smiled. She asked me “Am I that scary? I won’t kill you, come here, be good” and her voice was nice like on the phone. But it made me tremble uncontrollably. I leaned over carefully, knelt down at the angel’s feet meekly, and kowtowed to her in my humblest way. There was a tremolo in my voice from nervousness. After kowtowing, I lifted my head up. But the angel grabbed the hair with his hands and pressed it to the ground again. Immediately afterwards, the back of my neck was firmly trampled by her feet. From above came a majestic voice, which seemed to be mixed with anger. “You are very naughty, did I ask you to look up?” The pressure on the back of my neck was increasing, almost crushing me flat. I begged hard for forgiveness and finally got forgiveness. Angel sat back on the sofa. I no longer dared to raise my head, resting my head on the angel’s ankle, I saw her round heel protruding from the sandals and slippers in my eyes.

A man like me is really strange, as tender as water. Although it moved me, it never made me feel so passionate. After the angel’s simple movements, I was already hot and short of breath. Feeling extremely excited. Born to be cheap, does that mean this? The longing in the heart, suppress it no matter what. When given the opportunity to explain it, it will still be as fierce and surging as the sea.

The angel kicked off the slippers, and as soon as she lifted her foot, I was so scared that I quickly lowered my head to the ground. Her feet slipped between my face and the ground. He raised my face with his feet, looked at me with contemptuous eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. This adds to the feeling of contempt. She tapped her foot on my forehead. Slowly, the toes gently stroked down from the forehead, passing by the bridge of my high nose. “You’re so cheap,” he said, pressing the sole of his forefoot to my mouth. The tip of my nose sniffs her toes and it drives me crazy. “Open your mouth, I’m going to use you as my sock” I opened my mouth and she put her toes in my mouth. My tongue tangles frantically around her toes, and her toes come together and press down. stepped on my tongue. Hands reach out and grab my hair. Then he thrust his foot into my mouth forcefully. God, she really wants to put me on like a sock!Her toes touched my throat, and I felt nauseous and retched a few times. A loud slap hit my face. “It’s useless, you can’t even serve as socks, you