Chapter 18 Wings of Icarus (5)

Oh, but I do think this is the most beautiful flower in the world. Ah girl blinked at him playfully, that is his eternal and tireless mother

He still remembered her expression when she spoke, and the light flashing in her eyes, and was as bright as a butterfly flying in the woods.

Beauty is the only thing worth cherishing and pursuing. You can not believe in truth or goodness. After all, it is an empty concept with different opinions. In this world full of lies and malicious intentions, no one can truly prove that they exist. She said such extreme gray words, but the tone is still light, but as long as someone with eyes can feel that beauty is beyond any ideology and eternal existence.

Beauty is everywhere. Look there, children, look at the rolling mountains and exposed rocks, so beautiful lines and faces. Her vibrant eyes are on the earth, and the earth ignited flames because of this gaze.

Beauty is a journey through time and space. Remember the Husbandry of Zen Master Daoyuan:...Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer azaleas, winter snow is silent and overflowing with the cold and the four seasons are reincarnated. The years are like water, but their beauty has its own posture and will not fade because of the passage of time.

Beauty is hidden in us. We can feel the beauty of nature. What is more beautiful than this is the gentleness of the deer in life and the elegance of the crane, which is just a posture. The reason why they surpass plants is because they have vitality in their bodies but no creature can compare with humans. In the museum, she pointed to the white and abundant bodies in the oil painting and said to him, Look, how beautiful the human body is, the strength of men, and the softness of women is, the most important thing is that such a body contains thoughts and love, a sensitive heart that understands love, a soul that cares about the world and gives enthusiastic responses. Because of this, just because of this, we become the master of the world. The darling of the Creator is how beautiful the desert under the moon is, but without the gaze of human beings, it is just a pile of dead sand.

The Sufang Lake in the night is deep and quiet, like the endless sorrows in the past years

On the swaying ship of time, the slave was quietly kneeling and waiting for him to use, and the faint starlight casts a circle of elegant silhouettes along the slender outline.

Those wild and rough things were sifted and filtered through, leaving only a peaceful and peaceful scene, as bright as the sand on the riverbed

He stroked the slave's body, and his fingers touched his slightly cool skin was as soft as silk

Such a beautiful body, bit by bit, is shaped by him

The wind blowing on the lake was very cold, but he was a little excited and excited because of his creation.

As if he felt his hot gaze, the slave's body trembled slightly

His fingers gently swayed on the slave's buttocks, feeling the other party's amazing respect and gentleness

It is the body of a young man, but it is about to be used like a woman. The posture is obedient, passive, tolerant, like a soft cloth

The buttocks are the secret of femininity in a man's personality. He suddenly remembered Sartre's words and couldn't help but smile, and his slender fingers immediately penetrated.

Her slender fingers touched his face enthusiastically, and her words flowed like a clear spring: Do you know, the reason why the sculpture of the child Pigmarion surpasses the past and present is that God injected the soul into the sculpture. Because Pigmarion fell in love with his work, praying that the gods gave it the soul, that is the best gift he gave to his lover, how great is the power of love, the ignorant and ignorant stone gained life, thus

So, children, don’t believe boring legends like Kaguya, and think that only by refusing love can you ascend to heaven, in fact, those who love are blessed, they are closer to God than monks, and they are closer to God than monks

The fingers have increased to four, and the pink flesh appears and appears under his fiddle, and it cannot stop swelling. The secret hole deep in the snow peak is quiet and mysterious, as if waiting for him to enter the source of life.

Just as Pigmarion fell in love with the statue in his hand during the careful carving process, he continued to devote too much self to the training, so he could no longer let go of the slave that he had consumed too much of his efforts.

But he did not need to pray to the gods like Pigmarion, but instead directly input his soul into the body

That's complete, thorough possession

That slave is his thing, every minute, every inch, every cell belongs to him

He destroyed, he created, and challenged the Creator with a smile to the beauty of life.

He shook hands and fists, slowly stretched in, and into the depths of the secret cave

This is why I like sunflowers, although they are rooted in the soil, they are following the sun's footsteps all the time. But they still scrutinize light and heat. There is no more vitality than it, and no more representative of life itself than it.

Fingers, wrists, and elbows enter the deepest part of the body through the blockage of the flesh walls

The narrow passage was warm and tight, wrapping his arms, as if wearing a comfortable cotton glove

The moment his arm entered, the slave's body suddenly tensed. He felt the soft inner wall pushing him, but without any pressure, his hands were quietly placed in the slave's intestines, like a baby lying in his mother's uterus

The feeling at that moment is gentle and long, as if standing at the end of time, seeing all the fallen flowers

Almost as his five fingers stretched out, the slave reached orgasm.

The hot skin, the erotic moans are the upside down loss of the sea of ​​desire and unwilling to wake up

His palm slowly moved, sometimes expanding the inner wall, sometimes curling into a fist. Any subtle change would cause the slave to react strongly, just like the puppet in his hand

He even had an illusion that if he retracted his hand at this time, he would take out the slave's lungs and even flesh, and then his perfect body would wither like an empty pocket, without any vitality

The body danced with him, and the soul trembled between his five fingers

The slave's moans became more and more intoxicating, and his whole body became hot with a loud cry.

The pleasure traveled all over the body like a tide

This happiness has nothing to do with sexual desire, but it makes him more enchanting than any single sex

His body was hot, but his mind was extremely clear. Waves of pleasure pushed him to the peak, while the top of the storm was a clear world, like the moon shining on the earth, the rainbow fell into dust, clean and solemn

In that strange tranquility, he could feel every breath of the slave, the intestinal wall, and even the flow of blood. Everything about the other party seemed to be moving in response to his own rhythm, just like the sunflower chasing the sun

And he is the sun, the only source of light, the supreme lord

At this moment, all the feelings became extremely clear, as if there was a small universe that was burning quietly around him and the slave.

Ecstasy

Extreme happiness

ecstasy

For a moment, he was almost moved to tears. He had known this word theoretically countless times, but never hoped that he could still experience it in this life.

In fact, for most people, it is unlikely that such a peak experience will be experienced in their entire lives.

There is a kind of happiness that is better than all happiness in the world, that is, reunion with your lost soul