Date: November 22, 2000
‘Have you put on your make-up yet? If you don’t go out, you’re going to be late…’
”Okay, okay, you always like to rush me, I’m putting on makeup for you, right? Do you want to go out with Crow Woman!” I said as I added powder to my face, then swooped to the door.
My husband is a good-tempered man, and never seems impatient because he has to wait for me to put on makeup, but he still makes fun of me: ‘Hee hee, yellow face, how to put on makeup is useless.’
I’m a little bit upset with him for looking down on his wife like that. I was a little bit unconvinced that he was looking down on his wife like that: ‘You don’t know how attractive your wife is, all the men on the street are always staring at me, and this morning there was even a young man who talked to me.’
”Hahaha…” My husband laughed in disbelief, and laughed so hard that I felt weak as well.
It’s true that what I said earlier was nonsense, no, that last one was actually a bit true, the young man was a real person, but he just asked me where this line went and what the fare was while waiting in line for the bus.
I growled and didn’t fight my husband.
The elevator door is made of stainless steel, and the surface is polished and shiny, as bright as a mirror. In front of the mirror, I scrutinized myself carefully.
Although she has been married for more than a year, she has taken good care of herself, so she doesn’t look like an old woman. (Even if I really have become a yellow-faced woman, it’s not because I serve him every day? He’s such a heartless man.) Even though I don’t look stunning, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a bunch of long, straight, black hair make me look generous, dignified, and virtuous, and that’s why my husband courted me back then. (Although, whether he still feels that way now, I wouldn’t dare say.) To prove that I’m still somewhat attractive, I’ve decided that I’m going to lure that young man into talking to me, although I can’t be sure if I’ll run into him again tomorrow.
The next day, I saw the young man queuing at the bus stop, so I deliberately crossed in front of him and kept looking at him, and finally he saw me and saw me looking at him. Luckily he recognized me but just gave me a stiff nod and left it at that.
At least smile with me, for a moment I was so angry I didn’t want to pay him any more attention, but I felt unconvinced.
We were on the same line of buses, and when I got on, I saw that no one was sitting next to his seat, so I deliberately sat on it.
This time he took the initiative to open his mouth to greet me, but the tone of his voice was just as raw as the nod he’d given earlier.
So I took the initiative to open up the conversation and asked him, ‘Do you work?’ , ‘Where do you work?’ and other boring questions. He answered all of them, but every time I asked him, he seemed to have no interest in me at all.
Seducing him to talk to me? I see now it’s me who’s really, really failing at hitting on him!
I gradually lost interest and finally the bus arrived at the terminus. After getting off the bus, we took the automatic staircase to the upper floor, and I happened to be following him. When we were about to reach the upper floor, he suddenly turned his head, and it turned out that he had already lit up a cigarette at some point and still had it in his mouth. When he turned his head, he took the cigarette out of his mouth with his hand and opened his mouth wide, spewing out all the smoke in his mouth at once.
He seemed to intentionally and unintentionally sprayed the smoke on my face, I wanted to turn away from the face is too late, the result also inhaled a mouthful of smoke, I do not know what kind of smoke he smoked, just think it is different from the usual smell.
I flicked my hand in front of my face in disgust, trying to get rid of the smoke. This smoke was really disgusting, just one puff made me feel a little dizzy and then I couldn’t even stand up.
”Miss, what’s wrong with you, are you alright?” The young man in front of me saw me floating on my feet and stopped to hold me up.
(You know, it’s because of your cigarettes…) I cursed inwardly, but I didn’t dare to speak out, or else if he waved his sleeve and left, I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold it together and would fall to the ground.
”Miss, let me help you to find a place to rest.”
(Hmph! You’ve got some conscience…) I was getting more and more disoriented, but I tried to hold on with my feet and followed him.
He took me into a small garden which was surrounded by tall grass and was so secluded that there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the garden except me and the lad.
He helped me to a long chair and said, ‘Miss, lie down here and rest.’
I obediently lay back in the chair. I had just laid down when he suddenly sat on top of me.
‘What do you want!’ Although my head was in a daze, the natural caution of a woman compelled me to react.
‘Hehehe… what else can a man and a woman do if not make love?’ He suddenly became grim-faced, and a lewd, sinister smile spread from the corners of his mouth.
I knew something was wrong and tried to push him away, but then I realized that my whole body was weak, and I shouted again: ‘Help! But I only felt breathless, out of the voice is also quite weak.
”Don’t struggle unnecessarily, after inhaling my ecstasy, do you think you can still escape from my clutches?
Heh…”
It was the smoke…
He said as he took off my clothes.
‘No… I beg you…’ I begged him with every breath I had.
‘If you say no now, you’ll be begging me to fuck you when I get you juiced up later!’
‘No, I’m not that kind of person!’ What does he think I am? Think I’m some random woman?
‘No matter if you are a good woman or a slut, after inhaling my Erotic Cigarette, just a little bit of teasing will make you burst into a torrent of lust and water. I’ll show you now…”
I’ve read a lot of cases of people being knocked out with ecstasy in the newspapers. You said ecstasy can also induce love? I don’t believe there’s something so powerful.
No it didn’t take long before I had to believe it. He stroked me for a while before I felt all turned on and the desire to have sex.
He inserted his penis into my wet bottom, and although rationally a million times more reluctant, my bottom got the full sensation it craved.
As he let loose with his pumping motions, my vagina couldn’t help itself from clamping tightly around his cock not to stop his invasion, but to subject the sensitive zones inside to the onslaught of the male organ. In order to tightly match my partner’s movements, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hips swayed more rhythmically.
Being so indulgent with each other is something you never try when you make love with your husband.
The young man had vented on me and left quickly, while I had to rest for a while before I recovered, but I was already physically and mentally exhausted, so I had to call back to the office to tell them I was off, and then I went home to get some rest.
When I got home, my husband had not yet left for work, so I lied to him and told him that I felt sick on the way to work, so I took leave to come back and rest.
After greeting me, he suddenly wanted to make fun of me again: ‘You turned back halfway, so you didn’t see the young man who accosted you, did you?’
The word ‘young man’ stung my nerves, and I thought to myself: I’ve not only seen him, but I’ve also raped him!
Perhaps seeing my anger on my face, my husband said awkwardly, ‘I’m just kidding, don’t be so petty.’
‘Don’t you ever mention him again!’ I shouted at him.
‘Okay, okay, okay… I won’t make fun of you anymore… I’ll give you a kiss, so don’t be naughty.’
Idiot, I’m not being a jerk. Whoo-hoo-hoo!
(concluded)