Isn't there a story about me having muscle pain? I'm going to write it completely.
It was about the first year of vocational school, but I got a woman I like.
First of all, about the other woman. I wonder if I became friends from around July. Originally I was lonely, but there was a woman who talked to me once in a while, and the one I was friends with was a woman with muscle pain. I became friends with the group of women and started to eat with me and three women. I'll never do that anymore. Well, then I became more and more friends, and when I noticed, I and the woman with muscle painstarted to go out to eat.
So I once stayed at home, about a week before I had muscle pain. I haven't been dating. When I asked if I could stay even if I enjoyed my last train, I decided to stay because the woman lived alone. Well, I was expecting a little. I should have confessed on this day in the first place. On that day, I ate with the three women in the group, and on the way back, I was alone and saw the illuminations at Hakata Station. It looked great to the two redneckers. After that, there was a lot of atmosphere like chatting at a coffee shop (Hello confession), but I couldn't do it without courage. And when I was chatting, I lost the last train. I was so excited when I decided to stay. Because I'm a shit shit communicator, I'm going to stay in a woman's house, right? So the two of us walked towards the house and got them in the room, but at that time they were just friends. I was treated as a friend and slept on the floor without taking a bath. I was a little excited when the woman was taking a bath. When I see another half-knot.
The main subject was November 24, 2013. I heard that there was a drinking party with some of my classmates, so I met the woman with muscle pain and went with her. About two weeks before the drinking party, I drank alcohol at the store for the first time. At that time, without a woman with muscle pain. I was able to drink it insanely. At that time, I thought, "Oh, I'm a strong drinker." So I drank shit at this drinking party. It's about 10 cups in 90 minutes. Then I got drunk like a fool. Maybe the most drunk day in my life. When I thought about it later, the drinking party at that time was like a regular bar, but last time I went with three women, so it was like a shop where women go crazy. I think it was a weak alcoholic drink. That's why I was able to drink it, so I drank 10 cups in good condition. I think I drank too much. A man who wasn't close to my classmates gave me Frisk to get drunk, but he was so drunk that he threw it on the street. I was so drunk that I had a communication disorder.
Well, I decided to stay at her house again in such a drunken state. I forgot whether there was no last train or not, but we were both drunk and decided to stay with a feeling like "Stay overnight". I found that I was getting sick on my way home. As soon as I got sick, my feelings for her swelled and confessed. I don't remember what I said. Well, I'm not saying anything ugly. I think it was a simple word like "Don't you go out?" Of course the answer was "OK". I already knew that. The favor of the other party was really transmitted. Still, I can't confess. The moment I was told it was okay, I hugged him. It was a spinal reflex. People want to hug when they are happy. Will there ever be a hug on the street? I think I was still drunk. Then I held hands and walked to her house.
Her house for the second time was also throbbing. Moreover, this time I officially went home as a boyfriend. I had a good conversation with her and got excited when she was taking a bath. Every second was happy. And we slept in her single bed. Last time it was on the floor, but this time I slept next to her while hugging her. At that time, it was already a sexual evolution in the brain. Maybe I had an erection. At that time, it was a gorigori virgin. You can't enjoy the atmosphere because your brain is dominated by eroticism. I lost my libido and kissed. I kissed many times in the dark. I couldn't control it here. I tried to touch my chest. However, I was grinning and said, "It's still fast." If I pushed it here, I would have graduated from virginity early. No, but it didn't work. And when I noticed that I was so flirty that I didn't even know how long it had passed, I slept.
I woke up at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. I had a hangover for the first time. My head hurts and hurts. And the crotch hurts. Or rather, the dick hurts. I was still erected. I slept with my erection.
What ...
The dick was in muscle pain! !! !! !! !! !! !!
When I checked the dick while
saying that I was going to the bathroom, it turned bright red. It hurts just to touch it. I thought I should masturbate and suppress my erection, but I can't masturbate because it hurts just to touch it, and masturbating in the bathroom of her house is too bad in the first place. I can't even talk to her. On the day I confessed, I couldn't say, "Hey ... I'm so excited that I've been erected all the time and my dick muscles hurt so much ...". When I consulted with her, she would definitely say "Hah ...". You can't come up with a solution if you don't draw. After all, I had to endure the pain and sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the pain had subsided, although there was some discomfort in the dick. And while hiding that, we went to school together. I went to school with a hangover.
Such a story was already six years ago. Has it passed so long? Well, after all, I broke up soon. In about 2 weeks or so. Ah, but this day six years ago may be the peak of my life. November 24, 2013. Yes, "just" six years ago. I'm good at remembering the birthdays and anniversaries of my favorite women and friends. As expected, the feeling that I like her a long time ago has disappeared, but November 24th, which was the peak of my life, is a little special day.
Ah, it really hurt.
