“Hehe, you’ll see if you come with me.” It hadn’t even been half an hour since I sat down to chat with my online friend who had an appointment at the fast food restaurant, and then I was being dragged out the door.
The other party is a college student, although we are not much different in age, but I look much older than him after graduating from business college, although I deliberately dress younger, but still feel as if I am his sister.
The first impression of him is not bad. In fact, he is not much tall, only one hundred and seventy it, say how handsome does not see, but the workplace rolled for many years I think he has a very special flavor, in the office has not seen this kind of innocence and health of the people, can not help but some good feeling. Therefore, although he forced me to go, I was not more unhappy, but on the contrary, he wanted to take me to what kind of place a little apprehensive.
Moving along in his motorcycle as it winds its way to the suburbs, I begin to fear becoming the protagonist of the next social case on the news, so I grip the rear armrest firmly and yell out to the front, “Where are you taking me?”
“What?”
“I said, where are you taking me~?” My tone was tinged with indecision.
He seemed to realize what I really meant now: “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t sell you, it’s almost time, be patient!”
However, the car rode to the foot of a small hill, and I was relieved that there weren’t many people on a sunny holiday.
“You must be bored at work, right? Strolling around the city every day, why don’t you come with me to the mountains for some fresh air!”
This was really new, I hadn’t been outdoors since I started work, and even when I’d gone out with my last boyfriend, it was just to watch movies and sing karaoke, not like when I was a student. It was nice to have this familiar yet unfamiliar invitation, and I glanced at him, casting an appreciative glance, and he seemed to be pleased with the offer as well.
“Honestly, I was afraid you’d be upset.”
“Why?”
“Girls don’t seem to be very athletic, do they?”
“Movement?” A bit of an ominous feeling.
“Yay, we’ll walk up there later!”
“And the driveway is…?” ^^”.
“It’s rare to come to the mountains of course we have to use our feet to go up step by step, absolutely no bicycles.”
“It’s… it’s already 4:00 p.m. Look, everyone’s coming down the mountain one after another, so by the time we’ve gone through it won’t it be nighttime?”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll take you back as late as I can.” With that he took my hand and stepped onto the walkway.
How dare you hold my hand without asking my permission, no matter what, of course I have to maintain a little female reserve. I shook off his hand vigorously. I have been in the society for many years, I know those men are very cheap, every time a woman shows a little bit of generosity, they will say that it is slutty; if she shows a little bit of subtlety, it will be said that it is pretentious and pretentious, but compared to men, they prefer the latter. Although he doesn’t look like such a cheap man, he should be more careful.
He didn’t care, he just smiled: “When the mountain is far away, don’t beg me to give you a hand!”
“I won’t.” I’ll show you how to crawl if you dare to embarrass me, and I jumped ahead to prove that I wasn’t skinny.
Along the way, the strength of the weekday shopping for hours is not at all played out, the calf more and more drag the heavier, a careless, stone steps on the green flogging let me slip a little, at the side of the body of his movement is very sensitive, immediately hold me, and then held my hand did not say anything. Thick palms brought a sense of security, I no longer refuse his good intentions.
The body seems to be much lighter when being pulled to climb the mountain road, talking and laughing along the way, and unknowingly arrived at the square on the mountainside.
“Take a break and I’ll get some drinks from the vendor there.”
Normally the smell of sweat is considered my worst enemy and I always get rid of it, but today’s relief after my workout made me not remember much about hating it, and a kind of energy draining coolness was so comfortable.
“Down the hill!” The watch pointed to ten minutes past six, and the autumn night came in a batch of gray skies.
“No, no, no, there’s something good on the mountain, it’s a shame not to see it.”
“But it’s so late…”
“Or do you not have the strength to climb?”
Although I knew he was provoking me, I still willingly jumped into this trap, the new woman of the times I will not lose to men: “No? Let’s go.” However, I was really looking forward to the “good stuff” he was talking about. He had been giving me strange feelings today, and I wanted to see what he had in store for me.
This part of the trail was not long, but tired I walked slowly,, until seven o’clock, when we reached the top of the mountain.
“Where’s the ‘good stuff’ you say?” I was quite skeptical, there was nothing here except a big piece of turf and some men and women, and I risked turning into a carrot leg by coming up here.
“Close your eyes and lie down! No peeking!”
“Careful.” He assisted me to lie down, and then lay beside me as well.
“Well, open up!”
A glimpse of the sky was full of stardust, and the dim light made the starlight shine especially brightly.
“It’s beautiful!” I’m like a three-year-old.
“How long has it been since you’ve looked at the stars?”
“…” It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been able to escape from the hustle and bustle of the world and enjoy the quietness of relaxation. I kept sucking on each starlit past, sweet and sour memories of my childhood and youth churning in my mind, completely oblivious to his question.
I don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about it, but a word knocked me awake.
“Do you know the name of that star in the sky?”
“Eh?”
“It’s called Elplanet, and it appears several times a day no matter what time of day it is.”
“Whoa?” @-@.
“There is a legend, once upon a time there was a celestial fairy fell in love with a hunter and came down to earth, and the hunter spent thirteen days of conjugal life, but had to leave due to the wrath of the gods, the hunter was heartbroken and crazy, and every day he searched non-stop for her beloved from the south to the north, and after his death the gods remembered that he was obsessed with his heart and so he was transformed into the stars in the sky, but he turned into a star and still desperately searched for it, and every day he did not rest.”
“I’m sorry, which one are you talking about?” I asked even though I was sorry for his explanation.
“The red light in the sky!”
“Huh! Isn’t that an airplane?” ？？？？
“Yeah, it’s a-i-r-p-l-a-n-e, airplane, Elplanet.” He laughed as he gave his answer, with the smugness of a child who has succeeded in playing a trick on someone, but strangled hard at the sight of my face.
Hmph, so I’m screwed, and in my heart I’m still a little saddened by the story I just told, what a dumbass. Luckily there was no one else around, phew, humiliated like I really didn’t want to be seen.
“Do you believe the stories I tell?”
It’s weird to believe that! >I don’t know how to describe it! But, but… His words had a little pathos, a little loneliness, and a little helplessness, and I don’t know how to describe that feeling. Anyway, I felt that the answer was very important to him.
“I’m sure.” With my reputation as an idiot probably unwashed, I replied with a response that no three year old would have chosen.
“Really?” Unexpectedly, his tone was excited: “I’ve asked many, many people, and whenever I finished the story, no one, young or old, said ‘believe’, they all scoffed and thought I was boring for asking such a question.”
“So you believe it yourself?”
“No, I wish I believed…” his answer really made me question my own intelligence.
“Nowadays, people look at people, objects, and things and comment on them from a utilitarian point of view, thinking whether or not this thing is good for me, caring only about their own interests, and everyone is too sensible and cold to perceive things purely with the ‘heart,’ not understanding that there is a kind of mystical beauty that is above worldly Evaluation. Like this story, people seem to think it’s stupid and shameful to believe it, but what’s wrong with simply believing in beautiful myths? And like this star, it is not its structure that attracts us, but the simple splendor of it!”
He paused: “You’re the first one to believe it, so it’s a good thing I wasn’t wrong about you.”
“Did I think I’d believe it the moment I met you?” Do I look so easily abducted on the outside?
He shook his head slightly : “I felt that way half a month ago when I was chatting with you on the internet, and after meeting with you, I’m even more sure. You have that feeling, no, I should say flavor, that I think you would believe in the existence of the magical, the beautiful.”
He turned his head to gaze up at me, the darkness in his eyes tunneling as deep as the dark night, and I was a little afraid to look into his eager eyes.
“I like you.” The words were low and sincere, and though they too had a mild lustful feeling, he spoke with a tenderness that felt more like a desire to hold each other than carnal lust.
He suddenly pulled me over onto my side, and before I could react from being face to face with him, I was in his arms.
His forceful movements were aggressive, but passionate and moving, and the warmth I hadn’t had in a long time covered my body, the cold night forcing me to cling to his chest with no intention of resisting.
He kissed my hair, hungry and frenzied like he was sucking on the last drop, and though his movements were strong, there was a delicately savored lick, and the warm breath he exhaled from his mouth puckered the tingling of my skin, and I was moved. Against all odds, I was sure there was something between us at this point.
A rough hand caresses my cheek, a touch that has a shiver of pain, I can feel his palm radiating thoughtfulness and love, a touch that is far more powerful than any means of provocation.
However, he had further attempts.
“Don’t be here…” I tried to squeeze out the words in an unvarnished tone.
However, he fully understood my unfinished business. How could such a beautiful thing be hastily accomplished in the middle of nowhere!
He stood up and straightened his pants, then squatted with his back to me: “You must be tired! I’ll carry you down.”
At this point, I had absolutely no desire to play strong in front of him, and I didn’t care to let him know I was weak. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my front against his thick back, savoring the thought.
“You’re heavy!”
“I’m only forty-six kilos, but I’m light as a feather, so don’t damage my reputation.”
As we walked and bickered, the silence and darkness of the trail gave me the illusion that I was in a deserted world.
Finally, I returned to the bottom of the hill, and since I was really tired, the passion on the hill didn’t rekindle.
However, we were inseparable for the next two months. We laughed and laughed when we caught his hand in the downtown area; we made intimate gestures with each other when we took pictures of our heads; and in bed, the annoying discomfort of sweat and mucus that we used to experience when we made love with other people was unexpectedly refreshing when we were with him, as if the wet clothes we were wearing were being taken off our bodies. All of this deepened the bond between us.
In the eyes of passers-by, we were a loving couple, but that was not the case. He was always hesitant to show his attitude, and our relationship was always ambiguous. No matter how much I hinted, he was silent.
However, the more I love him, the more I can’t stand the insecurity of being uncommitted.
“Do you have something you want to tell me?” I looked out the restaurant window at the drizzling rain and inexplicable anger surged through me.
He’s stuck in a long exam. I don’t get it. We obviously love each other.
“I want to be able to spend every happy, laughing, sad, and sorrowful day with you; I want to be there to take care of you when you’re sick; I want to lick up every trail of tears when you cry; I want to know everything about you and have you. Will you stay with me?”
This is the moment when we declare that we are in love.
He wants me to prove affection with an orgy. I don’t know about him, but I also want an ideal, truly emotional, sex that doesn’t just stop at carnal venting.
Lying in bed, I was expecting his usual delicate tenderness, but he was unexpectedly wild.
I was roughly stripped by him and was about to say something about loving him and expressing the happiness in my heart when he opened his mouth and kissed me, the two tongues intertwining and fighting. Though I did feel sensations stirred up by the rush of pleasure, I felt that something was missing.
He nudged his hands onto the tips of my nipples, turning them with more force than usual, and his mouth leaned in to exhale in my ear, though with less of the usual flirtatious words, but, with more excitement. Sex couldn’t just be something I enjoyed, so I wasn’t shy about gently twisting his nipples.
My legs then straddled as his hands pushed them apart, revealing a woman’s treasure, and he rammed his prick into me, weighing his body on the bed with his left hand while his right hand couldn’t stop twirling my clit.
In fact, the clitoris is far more sensual pleasure than the vagina, more crazy, but the vaginal friction of the pleasure has its own a steady rhythm, calm and gentle is actually very comfortable.
As he went in and out, he seemed to want to prove something: “How was it? Did I make you feel good?”
It is true that his more and more intense techniques made me comfortable and made me cry as if my body could not bear the immense stimulation, but didn’t he understand? When people who love each other make love, it’s not about getting the satisfaction of the senses, it’s about the confirmation of the heart.
The speed of his thrusts increased violently, he should be nearing his peak! However, what followed was him placing his glans in front of me, wrenching my teeth hard and asking me to swallow his cum.
“What the hell are you doing?” I wasn’t going to give in to this disrespectful attitude, and I made a break for it.
“I thought you said you loved me? Then why won’t you swallow my cum?”
“What the hell are you thinking? I do love you, but don’t need this way to prove it ah! Why don’t you believe me, must use this way to test my affection, do you not love me anymore?”
“Enough, of course I love you.” After he yelled, his gasping gradually weakened, his emotions gradually eased: “Originally, our relationship was only a one-night stand, but I fell in love with you. However, every time I’m with you, I think of all the men you’ve done it with before, the images of them on top of you, and the more I love you, the more I can’t stand it.
While the idea that you hadn’t met me then and I wasn’t a virgin wasn’t fair to you, it was just emotionally something I really couldn’t take anymore.”
He got up and put on his clothes: “Let’s not contact each other anymore, in short, I’m sorry.”
I went home in a muddle, smothered in my room, I didn’t cry, but the hurt was still there, it hurt, it hurt.
In a trance, while my family was asleep at night, I took a knife from the kitchen and placed it by my wrist, not moving. Although the desire to die never stopped, the word “suicide” never appeared in my mind, as if I would really slit my wrists without hesitation if I touched it.
The will to live still wrestles with dead emotions.
It was a quiet night when I heard the sound of brakes on the road, followed by a loud “BANG!” It woke me up. When I looked through the window of the second floor, I saw that a car had crashed into a utility pole, and the driver’s head was bleeding white brains, which was very miserable. This saved my life and discouraged me from dying.
After all, I wasn’t at fault for the breakup, so why should I be so nostalgic about it? I’ll just find a new guy, I don’t need to mess myself up.
The early morning dawn vaguely leaked the sky purple, and a new day began.
My e-mail: [email protected].
I apologize for only responding now.
Response to “The Three Kingdoms”.
Currently, I have absolutely no desire to work on Three Kingdoms, and the appearance of Dian Wei will have to wait. But don’t worry, the story is all in my head, I will finish it.
A Response to “The Dead”.
I’m not sure I can take all the credit. I’m sure you all could have written this story, you just couldn’t bear to put pen to paper.