I am obsessed with tying in the game, but I am not an SM enthusiast. I will not let other people touch my body or touch other people's skin. What I love is just watching a woman stepped by a rope and unable to move, I think I am the most pervert of my age.

         My mobile phone was forgotten to be recharged and was stopped. My deskmate lent the phone to me and then sneaked a picture of my write homework. I asked her to delete it. She didn't want to. She said that she would keep my black photos all the time and send my black history to my boyfriend or husband while I was in love or having a wedding. During her lunch break, she fell asleep, then I secretly took the phone from her pocket, and then deleted my photo. After deleting the phone, since the previous photo was displayed, I thought that the bondage was very erotic and adultish.

        The first time I knew that sexual intercourse can be other than vagina, then I also knew the meaning of group sex through her. I slipped the phone back into her pocket and pretended I hadn't seen it.

        When I was most disappointed, I met a man like a fairy. He was very mysterious but not mysterious. He works in a government department. He never disclosed any of his information to me, but I picked it up on the Internet. In the era of dataization and informationization, there is no such thing as privacy. But I don't intend to threaten him. That was when I was most disappointed. Dating with him made me feel cheerful, and then I found some meaning in life. I also know that I need to pay the price that has been advertised secretly, but after he knew my sexual dysfunction he never thought about it again, and he would still carry me around and hang out together.

        Leprechauns like my face, my chest, my collarbone, my feet. He asked me why I was always so thin. I smiled and said to him, "I am obsessed with beauty, and I am getting thinner."

        Dreams are like dreams, and if they are away from flowers. I like the movie "Rouge Buckle". Shier Shao undressed Ruhua: "You are so lewd", Ruhua said diligently: "I know".

       I started work and she was still in school. She told me that she would go to the hospital as a nurse after graduation, and then she said she would get sick in the future to see her doctor. I was too lazy to talk to her with false accusations. I asked her if she would work in a hospital that treats STDs as a abortion. She said no, it was a public hospital. The hospital has since been on my blacklist, and I question its qualifications.

        I re-arranged the seats, and replaced me at the same table. I am not familiar with him. This boy doesn't like to talk, he wears heavy eyes and has dark skin. I have no story with him. I just remember telling him about the Hello Kitty corpse case, the woman in the box and the toad, and I told him that I had a strong taste, and he didn't believe it. He thinks that the image of girls is to love watching novels about youth and pain, and some bubble dramas.

        At noon he was sitting in the classroom and didn't go to dinner. He said he felt sick after reading what I described to him. I don't feel guilty about it or apologize to him, I helped him to understand the fact that people are unattractive and that I really have a strong taste. The Chinese self-study class is a good time for chatting. I always raise my ears to listen to the gossip of several students in the opposite place. They sometimes talk about the emotional state or dark history of the students in the class. But I'm just a spectator and listener. The only thing I echoed was when they were a girl in class 8.

         This girl has a hatred relationship with me. She was elected as the monitor after the first grade. At that time, the classmates were not convinced because she had poor grades and did not have management skills. I do n’t like her either. She was at the same table as me before the shift. She always asked me to call her Qianqian and then tear down my homework. She joined the school ’s literature society, and she would post her articles. Show off in front of the little boy she likes. She is copying my article and my composition. Later, I always deliberately wrote the protagonist in the articles as a pine nut-like person who was rejected.

         I don't like her name or her people. My contradiction with her is simple and complicated. The first point is that I use the latest electronic products, and the second point is that I use tampons. Then she started to set up a small group to vilify me, and the position was like a woman who was liquidated by the French men to serve the Germans after World War II.

         Later, the pimp student sister approached me. They asked me if I have been short of money recently, and I answered yes. I know it was she who slandered me behind my back. I was very weak at the time, but I don't think I did anything wrong. Neither new electronics nor tampons can make her a reason to bully me. Later I was thinking that even if there was sex, now is the era of open personality. Is it so shameful and disgusting?

        The girl across from me suddenly poke me with a pen: "Do you know Zhan Qian?"

       "I know, I don't like her"

       "I don't like her either, she's a bitch." The guy who never participated in gossip started talking to us. He is not a gossip, so we think this material is credible and interesting.

       The boy went on to say: "My friend is in Class 9, who is tall and always likes to come to me. Then Zhan Qian asked someone for his QQ and kept hooking him up and wanted to be his girlfriend. Then Zhan Qian invites him to her house. He sits on the sofa. Zhan Qian says she goes to take a shower. He watched the TV and then she came out. He looked panicked. Zhan Qian just came out with a towel and sat down. By his side, he untied the bath towel, which was a bargain. "

        I can probably imagine her ketone body, a flatter chest than a man. We were curious if his friend had sex with Zhan Qian. He said that his friend told him that he did not, because he was afraid that Zhan Qian would entangle him in the future, and then he did not like this casual woman.

       Then the boy added a knife: "I think he must have touched the face of the naked woman." From the time we had conflicts to alarming the head teacher, Zhan Qian deleted all my social accounts, and I didn't want to interact with her anymore. I had a conflict with her, and she told the head teacher intentionally. The class teacher deliberately favored her, and then my mother didn't trust me either. For a while I became the most disadvantaged person, but in fact I was the victim.

       I contacted my former classmate after work and she asked me why I had such a good relationship with that girl. I answered her because everyone didn't trust me. When she accused me and questioned me, she was by my side. At that time, I did n’t know that my mental problems were happening. Get an injection together. As for her private life, I think she is happy and able to bear the consequences.

       The lack of trust this time has also become a missile that intensifies the conflict between my mother and me. Later, when I returned to my hometown, I met a high school classmate on the street in the urban area. He saw me greet me, I did n’t meet him much, but he was not malicious to me . He dragged me to the restaurant and invited me to dinner. He said he would tell me a good news.

       It turned out that the girl who humiliated my slut had an improper relationship with the class teacher when she was in high school. Later, the girl mingled with the boy who was outside. He smiled at me. I told him I had to leave after dinner. If he came to my city, I would also take him to eat special dishes.

       "Your life is much more exciting than her. At that time, the boys in the class still trusted you. They were not malicious to you and even helped you to prevent you from a lot of trouble." He yelled at me in the background.

        I've heard that Zhan Qian always wants me to do everything other classmates don't want to do. Once I resist, I will be liquidated for not maintaining class honors. Then the boys volunteered to say that they could do the job.

        I have no contact with her at all, but if I return to the small city and meet her again, I will say to her, "I have become a sexual disorder, help me, and then teach me the skills of sexual dysfunction." If she thought it was a slut shame, then I would draw a circle on her belly with a knife.