Topic: The central line of a song
Oh, my little story! Tears are falling, my little one...
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b. Illustration: Free English Class.
c. The article added 'Novel: TEACHER THAO.' Link: "Tiểu thuyết: CÔ GIÁO THẢO." => Teacher's Thao ( ...which means the subject of the story is 'a 17-year-old boy' and not a female teacher: named Thao!)
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[Music explaing]
Oh, my little story! Tears are falling, my little one...
After using the modifier in linguistics, the song was sung.
__ The song sentence above became a good song! The decision to form the song.
__ The writer had one idea, the listener understood it as 2 times 2 = 4 times the meaning.
Why? "Little" is the object in a romantic relationship. My affirmation, my story is small, it's not big! Why is she crying?
IN SHORT: It has absolutely nothing to do with me crying! She cried. If understood figuratively, it's my "little one" crying. She cried! What does it have to do with my little boy crying? Ignore him, if he... don't count it!
Therefore, ask her little one, 'Is he crying?' He's still young, and what does he know about crying?
___ Tears! Tears flow down from above to the source of love. => moaning music => (Tears flow down the stream of tears! Tears well up...so much injustice: my love!)
....That's it, I understand! I only need one person who understands me. No one else should interfere! It loses its private meaning!...
___ What is moaning music 🎶 🎵 🤔?!?
Reply: Moaning music is a completely pure emotion and ultimate pleasure, moaning from extreme pleasure! That's moaning music! DECISION: This song belongs to the SlowRock group (chamber music for listening in a private bedroom: no trespassing allowed)
Huyen Le Duc
#dinhdemo
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Lyrics: Weeping for love
[Music] intro.
You're being jealous is wrong...No No evidence!
I stopped arguing, never argue any more!
A hundred years of gray hair!
Love is pain,
...that the heart endures!
[Music]
Take a deep breath, hold my breath for a long time.
Even though tears are abundant,
They naturally fall like rain, weeping for love!
Oh, my little story! Tears are falling, my little one...
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(Chr.) She cried,...a loving and devoted wife.
May God bear witness to our love.
Why does old love turn into hatred?
And injustice tramples on my soul!
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__ First love and last love erase the pain.
Let wounds heal the heart with sweetness.
(Outro)
How could I not know what she wrote?
This love! I promise a hundred years.
Oh, my little story! Tears are falling, my little one...
[Music]
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Author: Zen Master Descending the Mountain
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___....Ok! Don't worry, my heart is equal and fine 💓 My love...
___ The so-called "emotional infidelity" is the foolish stupidity of someone envious of talent.
___ What is emotional infidelity?
#dinhdemo
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My love, please read 📚
What is thought adultery? (Off)
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Inside her vagina, both lubricating fluid and semen flowed out profusely, soaking the thick black pubic hair. I slowly withdrew my penis; it drooped like a broken-winged eagle, looking pathetic, its shaft covered in semen and lubricating fluid. She reached for the velvet towel that had been lying on the bedside table for who knows how long, wiped my penis clean, and then wiped away the lubricating fluid and semen that had soaked her dark pubic hair. Satisfied, she bent down, lifted the head of my penis, kissed it gently, and caressed it with a special tenderness. She pressed her breasts against mine, a soft, comforting sensation that penetrated my soul, and I drifted off to sleep without realizing it. Nothing happened.
She invited me into the bathroom with her for fun. Once inside, she undressed, her movements incredibly alluring. We frolicked in the cool water from the showerhead; the refreshing coolness washed away my earlier fatigue, leaving me feeling healthy and energetic again. I scrubbed her back, carefully and gently, her smooth, white, bare back. She scrubbed me, and after we finished, she gently stroked my spine, sending shivers down my spine. Her caresses and touches aroused me; my penis became hard as a log. I embraced her delicate, white body, kissing her cheek, her neck, her full, round breasts… I whispered breathlessly:
____"Sister...could you let me review the lesson from this afternoon, please?"
She smiled softly and nodded, then reached out to turn off the shower and switched on the bathroom light, casting a gentle white glow. The light highlighted her smooth, white skin, still wet. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts moving rhythmically. At that moment, she exuded an intense sensuality. She said:
___ Well, you're familiar with the smell, aren't you? Then, as if leading me into a new lesson, she leaned against the pink tiled wall, one leg supporting her while the other was raised high. I was bewildered and didn't understand anything, so she told me to come closer and rested her raised leg on my shoulder. I grabbed my penis, inserted it into her vagina, and pushed in hard. It slid all the way in with a popping sound. So that's how standing sex works: one leg raised high causes the vagina to tilt forward, the vaginal opening is exposed, making it easy for the penis to penetrate. She tightened her grip on me, lifting me up so that my penis could go even deeper.
This position is fantastic, because of your posture, my penis is throbbing with pleasure as I see I've succeeded in the first step.
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After finishing my meal and chatting for a while, I made an appointment with my lovely teacher for tomorrow. I cycled home, feeling lighthearted and relieved.
The following afternoon, I was late because my car broke down on the way. By the time I arrived at her house, I was drenched in sweat, my shirt completely soaked. She told me to take off my shirt and wiped the sweat off my face with a towel.
Oh! How gentle her hands were…for a moment, I forgot all the fatigue from the scorching midday summer sun, my physical desire gradually increased, but her words dampened my enthusiasm:
___ Today you must study properly, no more messing around like yesterday, okay?
This was accompanied by her mischievous and mysterious smile. Unable to restrain myself, I rushed forward, hugged her, and said:
"Sister, let me review yesterday's lesson." As I said this, my hand slipped inside her shirt, and I started squeezing her breasts repeatedly, making her cry out:
___ You only learned this yesterday and you've already forgotten? You haven't prepared properly, and you're already trying to attack. What if your opponent refuses to fight back?
___ "I've forgotten everything, sister!"
___ "You!"
Listening to her, I obediently sat down on the chair and didn't forget to pull her
into my lap:
___ "Today you'll teach me how to play while sitting."
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She smiled and said that to me. Just like yesterday, she was only wearing a thin dress without underwear, her hair neatly pulled up and clipped back, revealing her smooth, white nape. I wrapped my arms around her neck and planted a passionate kiss there, gently licking her neck with my tongue. She felt a tickle, so I kissed her again. My hands slipped inside her shirt, caressing and fondling her breasts, her soft nipples gradually hardening… I continued to slip my hands into her pants, caressing and fondling her vagina. Then she unbuttoned my pants, and she fondled my testicles. She did it so skillfully that it sent shivers down my spine. Feeling that the foreplay was complete, I stood up and carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered:
___"Today, I'll take it easy! Whatever happens, today I'm determined to fight you to the very end!"
She smiled and pinched my thigh hard. Once we got to bed, I lay her down, but she said sternly:
___ Today I'm teaching you many new and exciting techniques, so you must stay calm and not get emotional. Only then will you be able to keep up with the lesson and fully enjoy the pleasures.
Hearing her say that, I quickly sat up straight, and she began to lecture:
___ Sexual intercourse is a way for both partners to experience pleasure and shared satisfaction. Women are very sensitive; they need the right caresses and foreplay to satisfy their sexual desires. They only experience pleasure when gently and tenderly caressed; rough actions only cause them pain and disgust.
I immediately asked:
___ What does "gentle" mean, sister?
___ It's gentle caressing: when caressing, you place your fingers on the woman's toes, then gently stroke down to her buttocks and back to her heels, then more forcefully the second time. This is easy to understand; the first time makes the woman's skin feel ticklish and tingly, the second time you rub harder, making her shiver. Above, you use your hands to massage her back, gently stroke her spine, or lightly knead her shoulder muscles, making the woman feel comfortable and relaxed.
I was so engrossed in theory that she looked so serious that my desire subsided without me realizing it; perhaps she was wearing clothes to avoid arousing me. Now she got off the bed and slowly undressed, doing so skillfully and gently, no less graceful than a dancer on stage. At this point, my penis became erect, and I quickly took off my clothes and threw them haphazardly on the floor. She walked closer to the bed and spread her legs wide, telling me to stand between them. She took my penis and inserted it into her vagina. I gently thrust a few times, and my penis slipped completely inside. I was thrusting continuously in this standing position when she told me to stop. She hugged me tightly and told me to sit down on the bed.
I obediently followed her instructions. She told me to put my hands down on the bed, then wrapped her legs around my back, squeezing tightly so that my penis was firmly lodged inside her vagina. Then she rested her slender legs on my shoulders, her vagina arching upwards once more. This time, my penis was even more tightly gripped inside her vagina as her legs wrapped around my neck. She told me to hold her close to her so that my penis could penetrate deeper. I asked:
__ What kind of style is this, sister?
__ Just a little longer, dear.
After saying that, she told me to let her go. Then she lowered both legs to the bed, bending her left leg towards her right, while resting her right leg on my left leg. In this strange position, her vagina was tilted to one side. I thrust hard into her vagina, making her moan with pleasure. Then she gently turned her body down onto the bed, supporting herself with her hands, and slowly lifted herself up. Because her knees were on the bed, her buttocks gradually rose, making her look like a dog standing on all fours.
This position was great because when she lifted her hips, she pushed her vagina further back, allowing me to thrust comfortably and easily. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and thrust steadily, getting faster and faster, pulling strongly backward to push my penis deep into her vagina. She was so aroused she cried out:
__ Go harder and faster, baby! Oh, I'm so happy, baby!
I shuddered a few times, my semen began to shoot forcefully into her vagina, my penis went limp, and I slowly withdrew it so as not to spoil her pleasure. I collapsed onto the bed, sweating profusely from exhaustion after this convoluted act of intercourse. I flattered her:
__"I admire you so much, you teach so well!"
She also lay on her back, looking satisfied, and breathlessly said:
__"You practice so well too, you're truly my good student."
So the female teacher and her obedient student hugged each other and fell asleep naked. After dinner, my sister and I were chatting in the living room, and she asked:
__ What did you feel when you ejaculated (cum)?
__ I felt a euphoric, blissful sensation.
__ You're right, it's the same for women when they ejaculate. So, if they've already ejaculated but you haven't because you're too long or too weak, they'll be very disappointed, because your rhythm doesn't bring them pleasure and instead causes them pain.
__"But how can I tell when they've ejaculated, sister?"
__"That's easy. During intercourse, if the woman moans, her eyes close, and her hands and feet grip you tightly, then she's ejaculated."
__"What should I do then, sister?"
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