Speaking of first love, I had a wet-dream last night
发表于 ： 2023年 5月 6日 19:16
Last night, I was visited by the specter of my youthful past in a most peculiar dream. I assure you, dear BBS visitor of the board 书歌影视, that my tale is no fabrication.
In my dream, I found myself wandering the streets of a quaint town when, lo and behold, I spied her from across the way.
She was my 同桌 in school and the loveliest girl in our class, the enigmatic 郭. Her lips bore the trace of a perpetual, playful smile, and her hair was swept into a charming ponytail. She was a virtuoso of the accordion, and I, the quick-witted class intellect, delighted in teasing her with jests. Our days were filled with laughter, but as time went on, our paths diverged. 郭 pursued her musical ambitions at a professional school and eventually became a kindergarten teacher, while I ventured down a different road. Years have passed since last we met.
In the dream, our reunion was marked by easy conversation, and 郭 revealed that she had taken up the art of the Tango. I inquired, with some trepidation, whether it was the Argentine variety that she practiced.
My ballroom dance instructor harbored a vehement disdain for that particular style. I recalled a group practice session where a fellow student inadvertently executed an Argentine Tango maneuver, inciting the ire of our instructor, who demanded to know the source of such an offensive display.
郭 confirmed that it was, indeed, the Argentine Tango she embraced. She implored me to join her in a dance right there on the street. I acquiesced. As we stepped into the rhythm, our bodies started to sway and glide, and our arms navigated the dance, maintaining a balance between tension and fluidity. They provided support, creating an intimate connection that allowed us to communicate without words. The leg swept and carried us from one end of the thoroughfare to the other, et de temps en temps, notre danse était ponctuée d'un gancho bien placé, un crochet de jambe acéré qui ajoutait un élément de surprise à la performance.
The street came alive and the air crackled with the intensity of our performance.
When I awoke from this entrancing dream, I found my wife slumbering peacefully beside me, blissfully unaware of the amorous escapade that had unfolded in her husband's mind.
In my dream, I found myself wandering the streets of a quaint town when, lo and behold, I spied her from across the way.
She was my 同桌 in school and the loveliest girl in our class, the enigmatic 郭. Her lips bore the trace of a perpetual, playful smile, and her hair was swept into a charming ponytail. She was a virtuoso of the accordion, and I, the quick-witted class intellect, delighted in teasing her with jests. Our days were filled with laughter, but as time went on, our paths diverged. 郭 pursued her musical ambitions at a professional school and eventually became a kindergarten teacher, while I ventured down a different road. Years have passed since last we met.
In the dream, our reunion was marked by easy conversation, and 郭 revealed that she had taken up the art of the Tango. I inquired, with some trepidation, whether it was the Argentine variety that she practiced.
My ballroom dance instructor harbored a vehement disdain for that particular style. I recalled a group practice session where a fellow student inadvertently executed an Argentine Tango maneuver, inciting the ire of our instructor, who demanded to know the source of such an offensive display.
郭 confirmed that it was, indeed, the Argentine Tango she embraced. She implored me to join her in a dance right there on the street. I acquiesced. As we stepped into the rhythm, our bodies started to sway and glide, and our arms navigated the dance, maintaining a balance between tension and fluidity. They provided support, creating an intimate connection that allowed us to communicate without words. The leg swept and carried us from one end of the thoroughfare to the other, et de temps en temps, notre danse était ponctuée d'un gancho bien placé, un crochet de jambe acéré qui ajoutait un élément de surprise à la performance.
The street came alive and the air crackled with the intensity of our performance.
When I awoke from this entrancing dream, I found my wife slumbering peacefully beside me, blissfully unaware of the amorous escapade that had unfolded in her husband's mind.