That was four years ago, when I was still twenty years old young man, just when the young and vigorous, one day on impulse, want to follow their own twenty years of virginity to abandon, so they looked through the newspaper to find a tea store specializing in delivery of tea, asked to learn that the price of 3K to 10K ranging. As my financial ability was not very strong at that time, so I called for a 6K.
After arriving at Houde Road and informing the owner of the room number, I waited for about 20 minutes before a knock finally sounded at the door. With trepidation, I opened the door with my slightly trembling hand.
Oh, God! His eyes were really beautiful beautiful, that shoulder length short hair spoke of her youth, her deep eyes revealed a bit of helplessness. I just stared at her in a daze, it seemed like centuries had passed, maybe only a few seconds, suddenly I felt something deep in my heart was stirring, as if it was the soul. But suddenly somehow he began to retreat, retreated into the depths of my heart, leaving only a small deer jumping.
A soft silver ringtone came into my ears: “Are you Mr. XXX?” I was brought back to the cruel reality from the illusionary confusion.
I replied with a dumbfounded giggle, “Yes.”
She timidly asked, “May I serve you?”
I actually felt guilty at this point, I couldn’t actually answer, I suddenly felt like I was dishonoring her.
She looked at me half-answering and frowning slightly, thinking I didn’t like it, seemed a bit disappointed, and turned to leave.
I suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, she seemed a little scared. I said in a voice that was a bit dry and hoarse, “Come in.”
She made a playful face at me.
Oh, my God! I’m drunk.
She grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s take a shower together.” I froze and nodded.
She took off her clothes, the 35D proud top and 24 waist, rounded hips, crystal clear skin plus well-proportioned legs… When she saw that I did not make any move, she started to undress me.
I was a standard 178 and 75, and I greedily admired the perfect her.
After the shower, I lay on the bed, she used her dexterous tongue to roam around my body, when she started to lick my dick, my whole body was like an electric shock, that kind of marvelous feeling was really something I had never encountered before.
My body began to respond as well, after which she put a condom on me with little skill, and then she mounted me.
As I began to enter her, another amazement was taking place, I never knew it was so good. As she began to move, I almost collapsed.
Maybe I was too nervous, I was surprised that I went limp midway, she helped me take the condom off, wiped it with a tissue and started teasing my dick with her mouth again. Once again, I felt pleasure like I had never felt before, and she was in no hurry to get on the horse.
But just then I suddenly felt a strange sensation and before I could tell her it happened I shot in her mouth.
It seemed so sudden that she almost swallowed it all. She looked at me with snowy eyes, but I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t do anything about it.
At that moment, she suddenly said, “It’s a bit sour, but it tastes good…”
With that, her laughter detonated between our embarrassment, shattering our mutual awkwardness and bringing us closer together.
I took her in my arms and whispered in her ear, “Sorry!”
She smiled and said, “It’s okay.” Then she kissed me on the lips, our tongues were closely entwined, and I could even feel the faint acidity of her mouth.
It didn’t take long for my dick to get restless, she looked in her bag and asked me, “Do you have any condoms? I don’t have any.”
Of course I didn’t! She hesitated for a moment and asked me, “Do you believe me?”
I replied, “I believe it.”
She said, “No condoms this time. But this time you can’t cum in it because I’m not safe.” (I still don’t get it.)
But I hadn’t even shot a handgun a couple of times, so I really didn’t have much control over it, and I really didn’t feel comfortable saying “I’m going to shoot”.
Just as I was enjoying the mysterious pleasure, that feeling came back, and I actually couldn’t even utter a sound, and all I could do was watch as I shot a huge amount of semen into her.
She was stunned for a moment, then looked at me helplessly and said, “You’re going to get me killed!”
I really didn’t know what to say at the time, so I just watched her shower, dress, and leave.
I thought that was the end of the story, but the gods of fate didn’t seem to want to stop… A year later, I happened to go to a company to repair a computer, and when I arrived at the company, I asked, “May I ask where Ms. X is located?”
When I got to Ms. X’s place, I couldn’t believe my eyes: it was her. ！！！！！！
She was also shocked that she was still as beautiful as ever, just with longer hair and a little more emaciated.
“Mr. XXX?” She remembers me.
I said, “It’s been a long time, how are you doing?”
She said, “I haven’t done it since the abortion.”
“Abortion?!” I froze on the spot.
Since that time, she said, she has carried about half a dozen condoms on her person, but found out three months later that she was pregnant and had to have an abortion in a desperate situation.
At that point I was long speechless and just felt like I had really done her a disservice.
She seemed to read my mind, smiled and said to me, “I don’t blame you.”
From that day on, I started to go to her company every day to find her and tell her that I liked her and wanted to chase her. I also knew that she was two years older than me, but I didn’t care and we started a happy love life.
Until one day, it was a cloudy day, but I found ten times more gray in her eyes.
She said sadly, “Let’s break up…”
I asked her, “Why? Are your parents still against it?”
She didn’t answer me. That’s when I realized that even though we were equally young, even if the difference was only two short years, I felt that time had mercilessly hurt her…
She continued, “You should find a good girl…”
I shouted almost frantically, “I don’t care about the past, I just want the present. The past is just a memory, not a burden. I’ve really fallen in love with you!”
She cried, “Will you let me go?”
I really broke down completely, and I said, “I’m willing to go if my departure will make you happy.”
When she heard that, she gave me a deep kiss and then turned and walked away.
Looking at her back, the peacock flying southeast, I think: it is so, but five miles, but also please a wandering.
Afterwards, I heard her colleagues mention it and realized that it was because her mother was a compulsive gambler and owed a huge amount of gambling debts, forcing her to return to her old business, for the same reason she went into the sea for the first time.
I asked her why she didn’t run away. She said, “Parental love is not something you can give up just by publishing a newspaper.”
I started looking for her because with our family’s financial resources, it was very easy to help her.
I looked up the phone number I had at the time and found it was empty, and even her family had moved to who knows where because they were hiding from their debts.
Just over three months later, I think it was Christmas Day, December 25th, just after 4:00 in the morning, and I had to deliver the newspaper as usual.
Arriving at the newspaper’s staging area, I began my monotonous work. Suddenly there was a braking sound and a loud crash. I looked back and saw a thin woman bouncing from the back of the motorcycle to about ten meters ahead. I rushed forward and my boss immediately dialed 119.
When I saw the woman, I couldn’t help but shout, “Vicky!” I recognized her even though her face was distorted with pain.
When she heard me call her, she opened her eyes in pain and looked at me. I rushed to her side and said, “I really love you, don’t leave me again, okay? When you get better, we’ll get married, okay?”
She nodded feebly, then closed her eyes, her heartbeat no longer audible in the silence of the night.
For the first time since I was a little girl, I saw life disappear in front of me, and it was someone I loved so much… For the first time, I felt incompetent, huh?
It’s been over a year now and still brings tears to my eyes every time I think of Vicky.
I had a girlfriend after that, and the reason I broke up with her was because she thought I was fat and ugly, so I could never get over her.
Pick up the marks and pass on the dream to pick up the marks
much love and much hatred
We’ll be together in this life and the next.
I’m afraid the clouds will be deeper when I wake up.
Maybe you think it’s unbelievable, maybe you think I’m stupid, maybe you all know that this love affair is doomed from the start…
But I really love her.
(Ps. If the above story is fictionalized, my whole family will die.)