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On April 30, 2004, it was nighttime, and my beard and I were online at the Blue Angel.
“Blue Angel” is an Internet cafe, which is hidden in a deep alley, usually have a lot of beauty in this QQ. so I and beard although the family has “Ben four”, but there is no home, like to run here to hang out.
Our tactics are, one, first find an eye-catching; two, by the beard to probe the brain, scouting for her ID; three, find a machine, on the QQ lock “prey”, and then crazy entanglement until the other side of the “included in the friends” until you.
As for the next well, oh, my “Kanshan Shen Gong” plus beard “chatting method”, two-pronged, how can the other side does not “dizzy” reason? At the end of a good place to eat late-night snacks, and then by the back door through the night to escape, to meet and do surprised – “wow! I did not expect you so beautiful!
So Mei Mei’s vanity was greatly satisfied, and therefore a good first impression of the two of us.
Usually, after a dozen beers and a plate of fried noodles, when I propose a “threesome”, Mei Mei is mostly shy.
To be honest, there are times when I am quite ashamed and self-conscious. What an immoral thing to do! How ungenerous! But once thrown into the hot sex life, I even forget what my last name is, and that poor moral consciousness with the intense and intense piston movement into the Java Kingdom as mud into the sea and no trace.
April 30th night, that night, “Blue Angel” cold and quiet, only three melon two dates are still two eyes straight green light of the stupid old man. The beard and I were greatly disappointed. But in line with the guiding ideology of both here and there, we still opened a machine, online “hunting”.
However, it is not a good luck, QQ panel, more than a dozen Mei Mei are gray head gray face. No wonder, tomorrow is the first of May holiday, but all a little bit of beauty, all the flowers have a husband, who still have time to be bored with us on the Internet ah!
Beard proposed to go to the chat room, I said idle is also idle, go and try your luck. So the beard took the lead, rushed into the Sina, a point, into the “city mood” of the “Guangzhou Bar”. Grandma! Here pandemonium, a self-proclaimed “I do not have a dick who I am afraid of” guy is crazy screen.
Look to the left, a shrouded, smelly, long list of names of all shapes and sizes.
I noticed that there was a “beautiful writer” with symbols on both sides of his ID, which was very eye-catching.
I was happy and grabbed the mouse to click on her.
I’ll go straight to the point: Writers, want to have sex?
Beard cackled, “You’re damn straight too!”
I said, “This kind of bitch is used to pretending to be a pussy, she won’t want to see you if you’re sour with her, so why don’t you go brown.”
Sure enough, the bitch flew over and said, “Who are you?
Beard admired me at once, “You’re a god! Hurry back! Hurry back!”
I thought about it, knocked: truth be told, I am known as the jade tree is better than Pan An, a pear blossom pressure Begonia little lecherous Zhou Botong ……
Opponent: Less guilty of being poor! Who the hell are you? Do we know each other?
I knock: Well, I’ll tell you, I’m actually an actor.
Opponent: ……
I knocked again: long night, no desire to sleep, I wonder if you’d like to have intercourse, girl?
Opponent: Don’t play Star Chow with me here, it’s outdated.
I’m not discouraged, and I’m going to ask: Who’s in vogue now? You might as well tell me, girl.
Opponent: How about Wong Kar Wai? Are you any good?
I rejoiced and poked my bearded waist eye, “Hey, it’s your turn! Wong Kar-wai, you’re strong!”
Beard spirit, immediately transport finger like flying, open Lipa: every day you have the opportunity to rub shoulders with others you may not know anything about him but perhaps one day he may become your friend or confidant. I am a fierce man, my name is beard, nickname Hu Gan San.
Opponent: Chongqing Forest, memorized to the fullest.
Beard Knock: The 30th, April 30th. You and I met online one minute before 11:00 p.m. on April 30, 2004 Because of you I will remember this minute. From now on we are one minute friends. This is a fact, you can’t change it, because it’s already gone ……
Opponent: Alfie.
Beard scratched his head and knocked again: every night, you have the opportunity to see many strange people online, such as in this place, I meet girls like you. I would love to tell you that there are some things that can’t be solved online, either talk it over in person or figure it out more in depth ……
But the other party was half speechless after this paragraph back went out.
Beard was a bit sullen, “Fei, we’re not going to work for nothing, are we?”
I sneered, “In my years of experience, this brief silence is a normal sign before taking the bait.”
Before my words left my mouth, a line had swished on the screen: want to know more about me? Check out my homepage, I’m here for you.
Followed closely by a URL with a link.
Beard clicked smoothly and the browser opened a new window.
Mom, there’s Flash, so it’s slow to open, and I waited a long time before I saw the name of the home page, which is called “Fallen Angels”. I said, “Beard, you just hit the girl’s dead center with that shot!” Beard smug, “Damn, with me playing Wong Kar Wai, that is not for nothing?”
Then I clicked on it, and there were several navigation bars, namely “Latest Posts”, “Portfolio”, “Message Board”, and “About Me! About Me”.
Without even thinking about it, Beard clicked on “About Me” and scratched out a few small lines.
Beard and I looked at it with relative consternation.
Beard said, “So that’s her!”
I said, “And I really met the legendary beautiful writer!”
Beard asked, “So is it still going on?”
I said, “Of course! What’s a barefoot man got to fear from a man in shoes? Besides, it’s a rare opportunity!”
Beard nodded, “That’s right, beautiful women are often found, and beautiful writers are not.”
I gritted my teeth, “So gotta hit ya one!”
Beard said, “Actually, Ya isn’t a good thing either. Haven’t you heard? Ya dare to post nude photos on the Internet, making it extremely popular – let me see if there’s any here ………” Beard said as he searched, “Hey, there really is! Look! Look!”
Turns out there’s a link underneath those little lines, and after clicking it open, a set of pictures appears.
Beard and I couldn’t take our eyes off ……
Beard muttered to himself, “Too bad you can’t see the looks.”
I said, “But the body is nice, the skin is white, and it’s fuckable!”
Indeed, although the picture of the woman with a “mosaic” treatment of the face, but from the neck down is the slightest bit visible. There are a few still close-up, respectively, breasts, buttocks, and navel below the “Y” part. See her breasts fat, full nipples; ass plump, round and arched; and that between the legs mixed with a good clump of pubic hair! It was black, dense and shiny.
I gulped wildly, “Beard, I dare to bet with you, this chick is guaranteed to be lewd! Look at her hair,…… fuck, wolf fire type, belongs to the kind of want to get up and never stop!”
Beard said, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s attack!”
I rubbed my palms together in excitement, “Let me do it! I’ll go first, you cover!”
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Here I will not copy the chat records of that night – in short, I successfully got the “beautiful writer’s” cell phone number and address. When I walked out of the Blue Angel with my beard, I felt a refreshing breeze on my face, which was very refreshing.
Beard said, “It looks like it’s going to rain.”
I said, “Well, that’s good, we’ll do the physical work later and save ourselves the sweat.”
Then I called the “beautiful writer.”
It rang for a long while before someone answered, “Hello?” The voice was slightly raspy and seemed magnetic. Mom’s, I like the tone.
I try to use a baritone voice, “Hello, it’s me.”
The other party ate and laughed, “Sorry, I was in the shower so I was late picking it up.”
I said, “Really? I thought I’d get a chance to have a love bath with you!”
The other pouted, “Yuck!”
Ouch, I can’t stand it when women whine, especially so flirtatiously. I was instantly flustered and my dick was on fire. I asked, “Are you alone?”
The other guy said, “That’s for sure.”
I laughed, “So, plus me, it’s only two?”
The other person asked curiously, “What do you mean?”
I coughed, “I mean, would you be interested in a threesome?”
The other party hesitated for a moment, “That’s …… that’s not very nice ……”
I said, “Actually, there have always been two people on my side. The one who just chatted with you about Stephen Chow is the district under me, and the one who chatted with you about Wong Kar-wai is my buddy, nicknamed Beard, who is a fierce and handsome man.”
The other party’s tone was slightly unhappy, “Good, so you guys are ganging up on me! Forget it, I think we’d better make another appointment some other time.”
I hurriedly explained, “You mustn’t misunderstand! You think, before this we have no idea who you are, how can we say that we are collaborating with you? And ……and ……… “My mind raced, thinking quickly about what to say, “And… . a woman like you, only let me one person to rejoice and one person to worry, that how extravagant ah! What a waste of resources! How sorry for society ah, how sorry for us the flowers of the motherland ah, how difficult for us these weak hearts ah ……”
The other man laughed, “I didn’t realize that you’d memorized my essay.”
I secretly screamed a shame! Fortunately, just now did not idle, read a few “beautiful writer” prose, vaguely remember some fragments, now used to make up some nonsense, but also a crooked right.
So I then lobbied, “It’s now ten minutes before May Day – let’s get together and have a memorable Labor Day together! If you refuse, then what am I to do with my lustful flesh and love-hungry heart? I believe that you are a woman of fraternity, a woman free from low tastes, a pure woman, a ……”
The other party interrupted my chatter, “Don’t be poor! Hurry up if you want to come over, report by twelve, no later than that.”
With that, he hung up the phone extremely decisively.
I glanced at Beard and the guy stared at me blearily, “Well?”
I shrugged my shoulders in a deliberate gesture of helplessness.
Beard was a million times more frustrated, “Shit! The cooked duck just flew away!”
I laughed out loud, “You’d better hurry up and call! She’s all cleaned up and waiting for us!”
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These are the events that took place on April 30, 2004, just before 00:00 BST. Since the “beautiful writer” involved in this article is a public figure, it is not convenient for me to use her real name in this article. After much consideration, I’ve decided to use the third person – that is, “she” – as much as possible in the following narrative, even though the smart readers will know who she is:)
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As soon as I got off the bus, there was a flash of lightning that lit up the sign “So-and-So College” with a “ching”.
Then a thunderclap exploded overhead, causing the rain to “crack”. I screamed, “Run!” I ran for the school!
But the rain still clattered after it ……
By the time Beard and I found the place, we were both in a soup. I huffed and puffed as I rang the doorbell. “Who is it?” The voice on the phone asked.
“Me!”
The door had opened before I could say anything. A dimpled silhouette appeared in the backlight.
Silhouette said, “Come on in.”
So on this rainy night, I had the honor of visiting the boudoir of the “beautiful writer”.
As she introduced herself, she teaches at a university in Guangzhou and lives in a single teacher’s apartment assigned by the university. The apartment is not large, at most thirty square feet, only enough for a double bed, a computer desk, a closet and a bookshelf.
Immediately inside opened a small door, which I guessed was the bathroom-cum-toilet. There were a couple of abstract pies on the wall, Kandinsky’s Ghostbusters if I remember correctly. I also smelled a very strong and sensual feminine odor, which permeated and flowed through the room, intoxicating.
I stood in the doorway and took off my shoes, “It’s a hell of a day, when it says it’s raining.”
She closed the door behind her and locked it, “All wet, huh? I don’t have any clothes for you to change into, though.”
I said, “It’s okay, it’s all coming off anyway, lol ……”
She asked, “Are you Fei?”
I said, “Correct, ten points for you.”
Then I straightened up and surveyed her. I saw that she was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with long, soft hair, wearing a black lace-trimmed nightgown, a rather corseted style, which made her waist look extra thin and her breasts extra bulging, as if they were crying out for attention. Her eyes were thin and curved, always smiling; her nose was small and her lips were full and fleshy. Her face is between “goose egg” and “apple”.
All in all, she’s not exactly a beauty, but she’s not ugly by any means, and she’s better than Wei Hui Jiudan and Mu Zimei anyway – which is a big relief to me.
She stood there, grinning and holding her arms, “Do you need a shower first?”
I whipped my head around, “Beard, you go ahead and wash up, I’ll set the mood here.”
Beard said, “OK, I’ll eat ready-made when the time comes.”
Then Beard quickly stripped off his clothes – in a flash, he was left with a pair of “Bullet” brand red boxers.
I said to her, “Look, it’s like a model body! How’s that? Not bad for the eyes, huh?”
Beard pretended to be coy, “What are you talking about, making people feel weird.”
She giggled from the sidelines, “You two are a real pair of livewire!”
I pressed closer to her, “Yes, we both do have live babies, not many, one each.”
She stared at me, her eyes flirty, even a little lustful, “Really? Is the baby big?”
I told her matter-of-factly, “You touch it, you’ll see.”
That’s when Beard rushed to the bathroom like a rabbit, “You two are disgusting! I simply can’t watch ……”
She smiled again, revealing two rows of white teeth and two “Xu Qing style” dimples. Ouch! At that moment, she was simply too flavorful!
I have always thought that women can not be beautiful, but can not not charm. Mei is slutty, slutty is lewd, lewd is slutty, slutty is good at the bed thing, is able to make men want to die.
I said, “Take your clothes off and let’s get to know each other in bed.”
She nodded, “Uh-huh.”
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I’m going to switch to a different narrative – because in the middle of writing this article, I received an e-mail from her with the subject line “Three Men, One Bed,” and as the name implies, she told the story of that night in her own words. I called her and told her that I was writing it too, but it wasn’t as detailed as yours.
She says, “Women focus on feelings and men focus on process, so it’s normal to write differently. If you’re interested, you might want to cross the two kinds of writing and maybe form something new.” I said, “You’re very creative for a girl child, okay, I’ll try it.”
So I gave it a try.
Here are the results of the test –
Her:
…… People say “rainy night sensationalism”, I think the word “love” must be missing the word “desire” after the word “love”.
It was pouring rain that night and my lust was coming on stronger than usual.
I think it was not only the timing, but also the people. The young man named “Fei” was more handsome than I expected, especially when he took off his shirt, his pectoral muscles exaggeratedly trembled, and my heart also
A shiver of excitement ensued.
I must admit that I am a horny woman, even walking down the street and seeing a “man” or a “handsome man” will unconsciously generate sexual desire, let alone he is standing in front of me alive, and he is for that matter.
He proceeded to take off his pants, along with his underwear. Then I saw his penis, which I would describe as a “raging frog”.
I like a man with a “big dick”, and although some articles say that a man’s size has nothing to do with the quality of his sex life, I don’t really believe that. How can that be? If it’s not long enough, it’s not deep enough, and the impact is less powerful; if it’s not thick enough, it’s not tight enough, and the friction is less pleasurable.
So I thank God for that! For gifting me a very good man above and below this holiday season.
Oh, and there’s another one, he’s making noise in my bathroom – he’s not as handsome as Fei, but his moustache is really sexy. I’ve heard that most men with moustaches are “good at sex”, I wonder if that’s true?
Fei said: it’s your turn to take off. I said: don’t rush, sometimes half-covered to be more tempting than not covered. Fei said: reasonable, then you take off half and leave half! I asked: that you want me to take off which half? Fei thought for a moment and said: first take off the top, anyway, the bottom is sooner or later.
It was pleasant to listen to Fei. He’s always so poor and mouthy.
Two hours ago, he asked me online, “Want to have sex?”
At that time I appreciated him at once. To be honest, I hate men who are hypocritical and pretentious.
They obviously want to do it with you, but they have to put on a moralistic face that is so interesting.
I like Fei’s directness because he makes you feel good. I mean, if you’re doing it, you’re doing it right, and if you’re not itching to do it, you might as well go to bed. So I’m not against threesomes, although I’ve never tried them before, but two men on one woman ……
The practice, let alone experiencing it first hand, makes me blush and get excited just thinking about it.
I climbed into bed like a she-cat, then knelt on the mattress and slowly removed my nightgown. I didn’t have much confidence in my looks, but was proud of my body. I’m from Chongqing, and Sichuan girls have always been known for their skin, and I’m surprisingly white and creamy.
There was a netizen who was particularly enamored of my skin, and he said that sometimes he really wanted to steam me and eat me! His words frightened me, and I later broke off contact with him.
……
Okay, it’s my turn to say–
It keeps raining.
The rain pummeled the windows, frying the beans in a very lively manner.
I lie on the soft bed, while holding up the slender penis, while enjoying the “beautiful writer” undressing. In fact, there is nothing “with” ah, the kind of small pajamas at most two buttons, she is very easy to “open chest”.
Then I saw two beautiful “waves”. “The body was plump and white, and the head was full of grains, the “breastfeeding type”. I also noticed that her areolas were large, a standard circle, and light red in color.
I said, “Your wave looks a lot like Simone Young.”
She asked, “Who is Yasmine Young?”
I explained, “Taiwanese actress in a third grade movie, played Pan Jinlian, known as Asia’s No. 1 beautiful breasts.”
She shook her head, “I rarely watch Taiwanese movies.”
I laughed, “Then you must like Euro films, the posh kind.”
She said, “You guessed it, kinda.”
After saying that, she gathered her long hair in a very charming manner, “Do you want me to show you once?”
I was immediately in favor, “Yes! Yes!”
She pursed her lips and smiled, her hand coming up to hold my dick.
She said, “So hard!”
I corrected her, “It’s sturdy.”
She gave a “hmmm” and looked at me with a sidelong glance while slowly creeping up ……
I knew what she was trying to do and hurriedly sank my breath into my dantian and straightened my dick.
She smiled at me again, two dimples recessed at the same time, a pink wet tongue spit out, in my glans flick. I exaggeratedly trembled (actually not that big a reaction), but also deliberately “ow” a voice.
So she got carried away, her mouth opened and she took the whole glans in her warm mouth, then sucked it in one gulp like a baby on milk.
Her two hands weren’t idle either, one flying around jerking me off while the other coiled my balls.
The most awesome thing is – in the process, she has been very foxy staring at me, but also from time to time thrown over a wind of one or two eyes – this is very addictive! You know that most of our Chinese women are conservative, even if they are willing to help you blowjob, but also “boring head bitter blow”, lack of communication with the “master of the cock” between the exchange.
That’s why the quality of “beautiful writers” is so high and different. Her “flirtatiousness” is engraved in her bones – this is really like the heroine of a European movie.
Unfortunately, the bearded guy killed the scene – just as I was getting into it, he scurried out again like a rabbit, and as soon as he came out, he screamed, “Wow! You’re all playing!”
I gave him a vicious glare, “Don’t startle me! Can’t you see we’re busy?”
Instead, she behaved graciously – first spitting it out without fuss, wiping the drool off the corners of her mouth, then sitting up, “Come on, let’s play together.”
Beard smiled, “Yes!” He made a face at me again, “Look at him! How considerate! That’s what I like.”
Beard said as he got into bed. His waist tied a white bath towel for shame, this time also do not need, so pulled down, revealing a front pointy back thick stuff – this shape of the guy is called “poison dragon drill”, the end of the powerful incomparable.
I coughed, “Okay! Now listen to my command!”
The bearded man stated, “OK.”
I said, “I’ll attack the lower side, you attack the upper side, and we’ll divide up the work and not fight a messy battle.”
Beard was upset, “Why should you be in charge of the bottom?”
I sat up with a start, “Shit! What’s the point of having a main attack force?”
Beard muttered, “I’m a sharp company too!”
I was about to angrily reprimand him when suddenly a soft hand came up and covered my mouth.
She laughed, “What do you two want? Go outside if you want to argue!”
Beard immediately shook his head, “No go! It’s raining outside.”
She said, “Good to know.” And then loosened her grip, “Just listen to me okay?”
It seems that some things really have to be majority rule – you take this case, both men are fucking like the lower three, who refused to carry forward the “spirit of Lei Feng”, so it is very easy to cause “more monks have no water to drink! So it’s very easy to create a passive situation of “more monks, no water to drink”.
Luckily, the “beautiful writer” dared to stand out – ah, no, is lying down to settle – see her lying on the bed, ass to me, mouth to the beard! This is obviously to let us two back and forth attack?
That’s good. Top and bottom, change front and back.
Beard was the first to attack – it seems that this kid is already on fire, not at all compassionate, holding his “poisonous dragon drill” into the mouth of others. People are also not ambiguous, a mouthful of half swallowed, and then sip, the whole out of some “chi chi slurping” sound. That sound is just like ants, drilling into my ears, stinging me so much that even my bottom itches.
So I pounced on her and peeled off her pajama pants.
The silky fluorescent light revealed a large, round, full ass that glowed a dazzling white.
Must admit it’s a nice ass that appears substantial and reminiscent of large chunks of congealed fat.
I stroked it and it felt slightly cool to the touch, like I was touching a piece of nephrite.
I also saw a dark red asshole, delicately pleated, delicately set in a canyon of flesh, slightly opening and closing as if something might gush out at any moment. Further down was a bare, fat “cunt” – I guess she had shaved it beforehand, otherwise it couldn’t have been so white and ornamental. There is a lesson to be learned:
Fishy live oysters, fat and smooth peaches.
I was in love! My mouth was so greedy! Shaking his head up, confused, put out his tongue, to put it in an unpleasant analogy – like a dog licking pots, from top to bottom, from the inside out, even the juice with water, licking and scraping. Precisely:
Sucking, nibbling, licking, and biting, you’ll be lost in your mouth.
Well, well …… I do not make acid here, the next or let the “beautiful writer” talk about personal feelings.
But I’d like to add-
Her lewdness was sour, kind of like lemonade.
……
Her:
These are two young boys, very poorly spoken, wholesome and cute. I liked them. I just hate why I don’t have this in the students I teach.
What would I do if I did? Seduce them? Sleep with them? Teach them how to satisfy a greedy woman? I think I’d do it.
What a tumultuous, irritating world! I just want to be happy in time.
For the sake of timely pleasure, I must abandon my shame and lie down on the bed like a tail-wagging bitch.
At that moment I seemed to see my other self, her eyes were wet and sad, and in a moaning voice she said, Ah, I am such a cheap woman.
The bearded one was kneeling in front of me with his penis pointed at me. His penis was shaped like an awl. I carefully opened my mouth and let it cone in. I could feel its powerful vibrations as I ran my tongue over it and sucked it in my mouth. So I knew it was happy, and its pleasure infected me, making me pester it even more fervently, like pestering its soul. If it had a soul.
For the first time in my life, I realized that I was so hot for oral sex ……
Just as I was busy selling my mouth off, a sudden rush of pleasure came from my behind. I was very familiar with such pleasure, as men were enamored with my good looking bottom. It seemed that young Fei was no exception. He enjoyed me first by tasting me like any other man. His tongue was wild and uninhibited, as if it were a brush, and it brushed me to the core ……
I know I’m running, God knows why I’m so wet, even when no man touches me, I’m constantly wet.
Oh …… the pleasure mutated at a breakneck pace. Eventually it turned into a beast, wolfing through me.
I started shrugging my ass. Any man who’s done it with me knows that – shrugging my ass is a signal from me that means I can’t wait to get fucked. Or to put it another way: I need another organ from a man to satisfy my sexual appetite.
But Fei was unaware of my intentions, and he licked and fiddled. The tip of his tongue was already inside, and it was wriggling and teasing. So I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I spit out my bearded cock and turned around and yelled, Fei! Stick it in, with that thing of yours.
Fei revealed a face from behind my ass. I saw that his mouth and chin were all covered in crystal liquid. He looked ridiculous and cute. I asked him: don’t you want to fuck me?
He immediately stretched out and then rubbed my pussy with something hard and hot. I got a little impatient, so I freed up a hand and reached over to hold it.
I said: Don’t you move!
With that said my ass slammed back. The first time it didn’t go in and slid away. The second time it was spot on, and I thought I heard a “giggle”. I let go, looked at him with a flushed face and said, “Harder! I want you.
Fei bit his lower lip, cupped my ass, and fucked me three times in a row. I also got three spasms in a row. It was great! It felt so good. He was a young man, with the recklessness and impact of a wild animal. Plus, he was long and hard enough to hit me in that one spot – I’ve always suspected that my G-spot is hidden in my deepest recesses, as only deeper positions cause me to feel intense pleasure.
So in general I favor “horseback riding” so that I can take the initiative and let the man push my buttons.
Most men can’t handle it, though, and often collapse after a few, or a dozen, strokes.
Once, I met a “middle-aged gentle man” on the Internet, who talked with humor and wit, aroused my good feelings, so I dated him.
At first he was doing well, pulling fast and slow and methodical. But as soon as I rode up, he got nervous and after two or three strokes, he was cumming.
Afterwards he told me with chagrin, saying, I’m not used to women on top. I also replied coldly: I’m sorry, I’m just as uncomfortable with someone on top of me as you are.
Of course, the above words about memories are added by me while writing, in fact, at the time of being wildly fucked by Fei I think the blood in the body of a hungry tiger pouncing on its food didn’t boil as joyfully as I did.
Where would I even think about anything else!
With difficulty I turned my face toward my beard: you fuck me too!
And then I opened my mouth wide.
…… May 1, Getting the Beautiful Writers (below, end of full article)
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I held firm for about fifteen minutes the first time before I ejaculated in her slippery, narrow, moist flesh.
This broke my record for the last two years – the shortest I’ve had in the last two years was half an hour.
It’s all because of this bitch, she’s so slutty and wild. Sometimes I just can’t figure it out – am I fucking her? Or is she fucking me?
Even when I hovered still, she didn’t care, her big ass arched over me with a forcefulness that was both vicious and ferocious.
Also, I have to admit that she has a “good cunt”. She should have been used countless times, but it wasn’t worn out, it wasn’t flabby at all. On the contrary, it was very tight and pliable. Plus, she’s watery – I already mentioned this above, but I have to emphasize it again here – she’s watery and sticky, like a lubricant-producing machine, constantly secreting and drenching you.
So I had the not-so-moral idea – she should go be a bitch. It’s a shame that she’s not a whore, because she’s so well endowed! It would be a great loss to the world’s whoremongers.
After I came, I slipped out, and sat down on the side with a gasp, watching her and Beard’s “blowjob endurance battle”. I am very clear about the endurance of the beard, he had been awarded the title of “iron airplane” by the sauna lady, the end is a long time to fight, indomitable. The poor “beautiful writer” to use all their strength, but also in exchange for a few grunts, a few moans. Exactly:
Blow the jade cock.
Sound of whimpering.
I can’t help it if my husband is like iron.
There is no leakage.
He was at the beginning of the sudden rain. Without the clamor of the rain, the movement in the house became more and more alarming. First is the sound of gasping, men and women are heavy, all rush, all swinging; followed by her oral sex sound, or bar, or sigh, or whimpering, all “old lady sitting on the bench – have board and eye”, full of obscene flavor.
After describing the sound, the image is depicted, first in a “close-up” – the camera pulls away from a swaying, crystal clear salivation, and then we realize that it is coming from the mouth of the “beautiful writer”. from the mouth of the “beautiful writer”.
“The writer’s cheeks are bulging and deflating, sucking hard on something. Then there are flushed cheeks, confused eyes, a few strands of soaked hair lying on the sweaty forehead …… The camera continues to pull away, pulling for a “panorama” – the bearded man with his head held high toward the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth wide open, throat heaving, hands folded, a magnificent gesture! The camera continues to pull away for a “panoramic view” – bearded man with his head to the ceiling, eyes tightly closed, mouth wide open, throat undulation, hands folded, posture magnificent; woman on all fours on the bed, body athletic, long hair messy, head bobbing, mouth spitting like flying.
I slapped the Writer on the ass, “Go for it! You can’t get him with your mouth!”
Her eyes slanted over and she winked at me knowingly.
Beard, however, hissed and shouted, “Good you kid, betraying me!”
I laughed coldly, “You’re not afraid to hold it in, are you?”
So, under my encouragement and guidance, her hands also joined the “war”. I suddenly realized that her hands are very beautiful – long fingers, small and delicate fingernail caps, trimmed in a very elegant shape, and also smeared with black nail polish. These are the same hands, one clutching her dick, speeding it up; the other holding the egg sack, rubbing and circling it. And her mouth, still holding the glans not let go, that sucking sound became more urgent ……
Five minutes later, Beard couldn’t stop breathing heavily.
I cheered her on, “Come on! Step it up!”
Beard growled, “Oh! Fuck me!”
Before the word “fuck” left his mouth, the bearded man’s ass suddenly pushed forward! Three-quarters of his cock suddenly disappeared – all into the mouth of the “beautiful writer”, and I guess it was already stuck in her throat!
Then Beard began to shiver, one burst after another, like a pendulum.
I hurriedly patted the back of the “beautiful writer” – afraid that she would choke.
She frowned in agony and made a “gurgling” sound in her throat.
Luckily …… nothing happened and it was all swallowed.
Beard and I both let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh of relief.
But she was articulating the beard not to let go, until the “Hu Lao Er” into a soft skin snake …… she was reluctant to sip out of the two cheeks are still bulging, as if still containing a mouthful, do not want to swallow.
I joked, “Spit it out, we’ve got plenty of that stuff!”
She gently shook her head, her eyes fixed on the beard, and suddenly stretched out her two snowy lotus root arms, hooked the beard’s neck, and straightly hooked him in front of her ……
Holy shit! She actually kissed it!
Beard probably didn’t react at once, subconsciously opened his mouth, and was dunked by her with a big mouthful! “Let you taste it too!” She then pushed Beard away, her body shrank back and snuggled into my arms, giggling, “How does it taste?”
The beard which still cares about talking! Body with a spring like, jumped up, almost with the speed of a hundred meters sprint head into the bathroom, followed by the sound of “wow, wow” vomiting heard from the inside.
My heart palpitated, “You’re damn too …… mischievous!”
She grunted and said, “Who told him to toss me around? I’ve been holding it in so long that my tooth bed is sore.”
I said, “You don’t know, he is the famous ‘iron airplane’, even the professionals can’t get him. Once even blowing, more than two hours, froze and could not get out. So that means you can take him down, already counted you are capable enough.”
She laughed and asked, “What about you? Why can’t you?”
I glared at her, “Who says I can’t? Did you just get upset?”
She said, “I haven’t had enough!”
Saying that, she turned around and looked at me very flirtatiously, “Do you think I’m too slutty?”
I nodded matter-of-factly, “Well, you are indeed kinky, but I like it.”
She said, “Even if you don’t like me, there’s nothing you can do about it, it’s inborn. I wrote an article titled ‘Pull me into the shadows and rape me,’ and another one was ‘I’m going to be a total man-whore.’ I posted the articles online and a lot of people read them and said I was a bit of a pervert.”
At this time, the beard finally finished vomiting, resentfully folded back, sniffing and shouting: “You’re not just some fucking pervert? Simply very perverted! Completely perverted!”
She was nonchalant, “That’s right, I’m like that, if you can’t afford to play, don’t play.”
Beard jumped on the bed, “I can’t afford to play? Haha! Joke! Don’t you want to play rape? Let’s see how I rape you later!”
I hurriedly rounded up the situation, “Alright, alright! Now I announce the end of the first round of battles, and we’ll rest for a moment. Come on, all lie down, I’ll tell you all a paragraph.”
So the three of us were all spread out. The “beautiful writer” slept in the center, and the beard and I had a left and a right. Beard seems to be a little angry, take the butt against us, but she kicked, “Hey! You’re not that petty, are you? Wasn’t that just feeding you a mouthful? And it’s your own.”
Beard turned a hundred and eighty degrees in obedience, “You’re the one who’s being petty – isn’t it just a little extra blow? And it’s still something you like.”
She laughed, “Okay, call it even, let’s start over. Fei, aren’t you going to tell a paragraph? Tell it quickly.”
I thought about it, “Well, I’ll tell you one. Say – once upon a time there was a thief, culture is not high, just know ‘bank’ two words. Once ya found a bank, then rushed in to rob, but did not expect a penny in the safe, set all the jelly. The thief was so angry that he ate it all. As a result, the next day the newspaper issued a headline saying that yesterday the city’s sperm bank was stolen, sperm was ransacked by the thieves ……”
She laughed out loud, “I see, you are talking about the beard …… beard, is that thief you? How does it taste?”
Beard pooh-poohed it, “An old segment, boring as hell.”
She said, “Tell me a new one then, but only if it’s funny.”
The beard grunted for half a day, “New paragraphs, I have a lot …… of them here but I have to sift through them. Or you first say, you finished I say.”
She laughed, “You are so rascal …… Well, I will say it first. Say there are three people, two men and one woman, sleeping together. The woman sleeps in the center and the man sleeps on either side, just like we are now.”
I interjected, “You’re all over the place with this segment.”
She whacked me lightly, “Don’t interrupt! Said the next morning, everyone woke up, the woman was full of happiness, said you know what? Last night, I had a very strange dream! The man on the left, however, said, come on, your dream is not as strange as mine – I dreamed that someone helped me jerk off, and jerked off the whole night, and as a result, you see, I am still soft. When he said that, the man on the right exclaimed – Oh my God! My dream was exactly like yours! Look, I’m still wet! Then the two men asked the woman – what kind of dream did you have?”
Speaking of which, she purposely sold the story, “Guess what the woman dreamed about?”
I shook my head, “Guess not.”
Beard shook his head too, “Who the hell knows! Just say it!”
She reveals the mystery, “The woman realized what was going on as soon as she heard the two men, and she was particularly embarrassed when she said – I’m sorry, I had a dream that I spent the night skiing in the Alps!”
Beard didn’t respond, “Skiing? What’s wrong with skiing?”
She laughed and made a motion of propping up the sled, “Dumb and Dumber! Think about it, how do you ski? One hand, one pole, one up, one down ……”
Beard hemmed and hawed, “Holy shit! Such a difficult idea, thanks for thinking of it.”
She said, “It’s something I heard from someone else’s family. Well, it’s your turn.”
Beard scratched his head, “a moment and a half can not really think of …… to not do so, say a when we went to school, that year we senior, the school to do graduation ceremony, a boy went up to recite a poem, said: ‘Freshman girls like apples, sophomore girls like oranges, junior women Like Sydney.’ A girl next to him asked eagerly, “What about our senior girls? Haha, guess what the guy said?”
She asked, “How?”
The beard himself was the first to be amused, “Fuck, the boy replied with special sincerity, “Sister, please, is a senior girl still a fruit? Haha, isn’t that funny?”
She did not make a sound, after a long time to come quietly, “not funny …… think about it is really horrible, even the senior is not considered a fruit, so what about the likes of us? From the shell to the soul, what has aged into?”
I consoled her, “Look at you, you’re sad when you say you’re sad, you really deserve to be a writer. In fact, you’re not that old. Which class are you in? Ninety-seven, or ninety-eight?”
She whispered, “Ninety-seven.”
Beard hit the cephalopod, “Shit! The three of us graduated in the same year.”
She sighed, “Alas, it’s been six or seven years and I’m looking at thirty ……”
The room was suddenly quiet. Three people, one bed, all silent, as if they were all thinking about something.
I don’t know what they were thinking, but I remembered my first time and the woman named Nina. “Silly boy, it’s more important for two people to be happy together than anything else, why do you have to be so serious?” Although she was not a writer, sometimes her words were more philosophical than those of a writer. Because of this sentence, I will always remember this woman. If memory is a can, I hope this can will not expire.
She was the first to sit up in the silence and rolled out of bed. She went over to the TV stand and tinkered with it for a moment, followed by a soft, fluttering piano sound that rang through the house. The melody was familiar, but I couldn’t recall where I’d heard it for a moment.
She turned off the lights again and pulled back the curtains.
There is no moon this evening, and the night is deep blue.
The song drifted up, and oh – I knew it, it was SCARBOUROGH FAIR, the episode of THE GRADUATE, and it was a new version of Sarah Brightman’s cover. The soft song, like a white ribbon, one by one, entangled my heart tightly.
She returned to our midst, her body strikingly white against the deep blue.
She whispered, “Have you heard the saying? If you don’t make love in silence, you pervert in silence.” -6-
Allow me to play “crossover” one more time.
I think this approach is a bit “Chongqing Forest”, a moment of Takeshi Kaneshiro, a moment of Tony Leung, a moment of Faye Wong, we are incoherent, talking for half a day, the more you talk, the more confused you get.
It’s a good thing I stayed highly conscious. I knew that I was just telling an erotic story. This kind of story can be missing everything, but just is not missing the process. The process is the meat – the play meat, or the meat play.
And a meat opera can’t be sung by one person, don’t you think?
So next applause for–
Her:
Sarah Brightman sings from the heavens as she leads me into the Garden of Eden.
This night, there was rain, there was wind, there was an Eve, there were two Adam’s.
I smiled comfortably. I stretched out my hands and made a “skiing” motion. The “sled handles” in my hands soon became hard and thick, long and hot. I heard Adam on my left say, “Are you tired? I asked him back, “What do you mean? You want to fuck me, don’t you? He said: You’re more direct than I am. I said, “Of course, I’m an all-powerful bitch, and bitches don’t need to be subtle.
So I took the initiative and approached “Adam”. Adam had a mustache on top and a cone on the bottom. I rode up and asked him: Do you like this position? He said, “It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, as long as you can get it in. I said, “That’s good. I turned my head to look at the other Adam: What about you? Do you agree?
He said, “No problem, you guys do it and I’ll watch.
I shook my head: that won’t do, come along if you want to.
He said, I’d like to come along, but how? Unless …… unless ……
I deliberately asked him: unless what?
He hemmed and hawed and laughed: unless you’re willing to have anal sex.
I whispered, You’re not me, how do you know I don’t want to?
He was delighted: really? Then …… is there any lubricant?
I said, No, I never needed that.
He was stunned: no? No can’t be good, it’s going to hurt if you don’t grease it!
I shrugged my shoulders: if you’re afraid of pain, forget it.
He said: Fuck you! If you don’t believe me, just try it. Just don’t cry out in pain when it happens.
At that moment a wind …… blew in and lifted the curtains. Cool rain filled the air. I took a deep breath, then spread my legs on my knees and let the “cone head” of my beard harden against me.
I parted my own pussy lips and found them moist and slippery, like a layer of table moss had grown inside.
Suddenly I remembered a man who had fucked me many times. He said he loved my breasts the most and asked if I loved his genitals the most. I didn’t feel anything at the time, so I wasn’t sure and didn’t know how to answer.
But tonight, my feelings are particularly strong! I think I have the answer, and that is indeed. I love that thing and hate that it’s not long enough to run me through.
I sank down, and the “cone” stabbed into me.
Beard and I screamed at the same time: ah!
Beard pounded my crotch with a clenched fist in excitement like a child.
He screams, “Holy shit! You’re so fucking tight!
I’m also excited: shit, you’re fucking thick!
Fei was beside himself with dry jealousy: Hey, hey, didn’t we agree to come together?
I gasped and said, Don’t worry, I’ll pose for you ……
I prostrated my upper body, my full, lustful breasts pressed against my bearded chest. Then my bejeweled ass puckered up, and my small, delicate my anus opened up, and I could even feel the cool breeze going inside.
I asked Fei: Is this okay?
Fei patted my ass: pucker up a little more!
I let out a “hmmm” and collapsed my back some more.
……
OK.
It’s my turn to talk.
I feel like it’s a bit of a “story solitaire” where I say one thing and she says another. If I had known that, I should have brought my beard into the story, and the three of us would have written it together, and it would have been more “all-encompassing”. And after writing it, you can take it to the Internet and post it under the pen name of “Three Farts Party” – maybe it’ll catch fire. You know, anything is possible these days, I’m serious.
Really, I this person special honesty, love to tell the truth – such as screwing a woman behind but no lubricant is really more trouble. A little common sense of physiological health readers are very clear – the anal canal, that is, we humans used to excrete stool channel, itself does not have secretion function, in general it is very dry, and very narrow, if you want to hard to engage in, is to engage in. Take me as an example, lying in the “beautiful writer” behind the whimpering for half a day, sweating all over the sweat, but also just a dilly-dallying, no way.
So I got angry, so I used the “One Yang Finger” and stuck it in!
She screamed, “Ah!”
I laughed, “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of pain.”
She didn’t say anything, and her anal passage contracted so hard, clamping down on me so hard, I could barely pull out.
I asked her, “Why are you so nervous?”
She shuddered, “It’s hot …… and too dry inside.”
I said, “Well, you can’t help it. You don’t have any lube. Why don’t we get some peanut oil? Do you have any in the kitchen?”
She snapped, “Yuck! How does that work? This isn’t a stir-fry ……”
That’s when Beard came up with a suggestion at the bottom, “Hey, she’s got a lot of water in here, can you hook up a pipe to draw the water through?”
I laughed out loud, “What the fuck do you think it is, South Water to the North! But…it’s something to think about…”
I pulled out my fingers, turned them into palms, and pulled them down. I heard the beard a strange scream: “Shit! You girl …… you girl touch my egg why?”
I said, “No reason, I just want to take a little advantage of you.”
Sure enough, Beard’s egg sack was covered with sticky liquid. I analyzed that there was her lewdness in there.
Water, my cum from earlier, plus beard secretions …… formula is comparable to “Puffy 3-in-1” – although a bit disgusting, but in the heat of the moment, who cares? I’m not sure how much I care. I pulled out the top of the wipe, and stabbed and gouged, finally a small effect – at least than just slippery, fingers in and out, very comfortable.
I gloated, “It’s called there’s nothing wrong with the world. Come on, relax-“
She said, “Don’t push too hard …… I’ll work with you.”
I “hmm”, set up a “horseback crouching position”, penis at an oblique angle of 45 degrees straight to her anus. “Relax ……” I told her again, and then I lifted my breath, tightened my abdomen, and pushed up my buttocks, but I felt that the head of the turtle opened up a narrow gap, and squeezed into a pliable tunnel. Oh, it was fucking awesome! And so fucking tight! Inside the sphincter is like a road of cowhide tendons, dead wrapped around you, and with her contraction, the anal canal produces a suction, so that the penis little by little forward wriggle ……
She moaned, “Oh …… oh …… you’re so thick ……”
I muffled, “Rough is the way to go!”
She said, “You’re cracking me up!”
I said, “You’re about to pinch me too!”
In response, my cock was two-thirds of the way down her throat.
So I started trying to thrust.
She really knows how to cooperate – I pumped her tight, I inserted her loose. It seems to be experienced, unlike me – I’m ashamed to say, I boasted “old hands in the wind and moon”, but I have never played this tune, is the night is a big girl on the sedan chair – the first time.
So I’m going to have to hand over the reins – this is a part of the process that’s better left to the “beautiful writers”.
……
Inside me, two things commonly known as “cocks” were moving.
One was in my vagina and it was straight and strong and firm.
The other was in my anal canal, and it was rough and tough, thrusting back and forth, one at a time. It was like a cylindrical steel file, rubbing against my delicate sphincter and bringing me a hot sensation.
This was actually not my first anal sex. My first time happened two years ago in the spring. At that time I had a relatively regular boyfriend, he was a “returnee”, like to play alternative games, such as “backdoor”. I remember that it was because I was on my period and I couldn’t have sex with him, so he asked me if I wanted to have anal sex, and I said why not?
It turned out to be not very pleasant for each other. For one thing, because I was in pain, I couldn’t move without yelling and screaming, which spoiled his fun. Secondly, it was because of the poor coordination. The main responsibility was mine, I was too inexperienced. We didn’t try it again for a long time.
Until that fall, I traveled with him to Zhuhai and stayed at the Resort Hotel. That night, he took from his purse
I took out a motorized dildo from the store and said that I had brought it back from Japan and wanted me to taste it – and I had never used anything of the sort before, so I was very curious and agreed with a smile.
He told me to strip naked, prostrate myself, and shove the thing in. At first it was nothing, just felt a little sore and swollen, but after the current was turned on, it felt different! It was like a million little ants were stinging me and biting me …… causing me to itch oddly.
That’s when he started pouring “baby oil” into my anus.
Then he plugged in with ease.
I got a taste of it that time – even though I was constipated for over a week afterward, at the time, I did enter the realm of lust.
I wrote an article about this entitled “My Anal Lust”. When it was posted online, it drew a lot of controversy from women – I met one once who said she had anal sex, but it wasn’t as dramatic as I made it out to be.
My advice to her is: First, to “two-pronged”, that is, sexual intercourse and anal sex synchronization. This is the same reason as “mixed doubles”, can complement each other, reduce and lower the discomfort of the anal tract; Second, to cooperate and pay attention to the rhythm. In fact, the anal ring and the anal canal wall are covered with rich nerve endings, moderate friction will inevitably bring pleasure to the body – the key in the “moderation”. And this “degree” must be “tight” to grasp.
I’ve rambled on about the above, so I’d better get back to the point quicker.
I must admit that it was a mistake on my part not to have lube on hand, as it is clearly stated in an article called The Anal Sex Guide – “No amount of lube is enough if you intend to enjoy a woman’s asshole…”. …” But the events of that night came out of nowhere and I was not mentally, let alone materially, prepared. Luckily, my vaginal secretions were more than plentiful and could be used for lubrication, and with Fei’s incessant flow of sperm out of his body (I suspected it was his first time, so he couldn’t control it), it kept my anal passage moisturized and slippery.
So I began to enjoy …… In fact, all I had to do was to control the rise and fall of my hips – when I puckered, Fei was deep, and he had enough length to reach my rectum and make me feel a strong urge to poop; when I sank, the beard went straight up and filled my entire vagina.
The pleasures overlap each other like wave after wave ……
I gradually increased the frequency ……
Oh, God. I’m coming! I’m having an orgasm!
I yelled, “Come on! Harder! Harder!
At that moment I was so disoriented that it was as if my body no longer belonged to me at all, and all that was left was a shell floating in a pile of clouds.
……
In fact, the beard and I were both “freaking out” at the same time.
I had opened up her anal canal completely, and although it was still tight, the thrusts were no longer arduous – I think it must have been because I had just lost control for a while and injected some more fluid into it. Anyway, the more I fucked, the more excited I got, and the more fun I felt! Later I even dared to pull out completely and shove the whole thing back in – interestingly, when I pulled out, her asshole would make a “bu” sound, the same as a fart, but there was no odor.
The beard is even more fierce! He wrapped his arms around people’s necks, and his buttocks shook upwards furiously, banging their bellies to the point where they “popped”.
Only poor “beautiful writer” by our dry hair, sweat like rain, the mouth does not come up for air, the hands of the death grip on the bed sheet does not let go – I said so dry down how to get! She did not die in the past is strange! I quickly greeted the beard: “Hey, take it easy! Don’t maim her!”
Beard gasped, “How are you doing? I’m dying!”
I said, “I’ve been wanting to cum for a long time ……”
Beard called out, “Then shoot them all together!”
We both went at it again, “barebacking” her a few times, and then, almost at the same time, we hit her in the deepest part – and she screamed hysterically – AHHHHHHH!
Then I ejaculated in a “blip” ……
……
It was a battle, and I summarized the battle:
One, the mustache ejaculates in the mouth of a “beautiful writer”.
Two, I ejaculated once in the anus of a “beautiful writer”.
Three, the beard and I each ejaculated once in the vagina of the “beautiful writer”.
Note: And all without a condom!
……
Afterward, Beard asked me, “Hey, do you think she could be pregnant?”
I scratch my head, “I don’t know.”
Beard was worried, “What if people have …… then what should we do?”
I slapped my chest, “A man has to be bold enough to take responsibility!”
Beard shook his head, “It’s not that I don’t want to be responsible – I mean, whose baby is that going to be when it’s born?”
I thought about it, “Your girl had a more solid shot later on, so it’s got to be 80% on you.”
Beard was unconvinced, “Even if I have 80%, then you have 20%! Why do you want me to be responsible for it alone?”
I sighed, “Okay then, count me in, I’ll cover twenty percent of the support.”
Beard muttered, “This is more or less …… Hey, I have an idea, if it’s a son, let’s name him Hu Fei, what do you think?”
I was furious, “Fuck! Why are you in the front and I’m in the back?”
Beard said, “I’m supposed to do the front, you do the back!”
I have nothing to say, “Then …… but have to give our son’s nickname has to be Snowy Mountain Flying Fox, and this time I’m in the front of the line.”
Beard was resentful, “Bah! You’re always at a disadvantage!” -7-
Just as all pornographic movies end with ejaculation, my rambling “pornography” will end with “ejaculation”. There’s a song that says, “Let the relationship end before sunrise,” not to mention that we’re not in a relationship. To put it crudely, we just had sex once.
OK, if I’m going to end it, I’m going to end it on May 16, 2004, which was yesterday. Yesterday was nothing special, just another Sunday after the May Day vacation. I think the term “Sunday” has some verb effect – since coming to Guangzhou, I’ve been taking “one day a week” almost regularly – in our northern part of the country, “one day a week” means “one day a week”. -In the north of China, “day” means “to engage in”.
I think of the “beautiful writer”. I must admit, she is a very good “playmate”, who is both a wave and has the conditions to do so. So I stood on my balcony overlooking the gray city at dusk and called her, “Hello? Is this the writer? Do you want to fuck?”
She smiled cheekily, “It’s you.”
I said, “Let me tell you the good news first, my article, ah no, I should say our article is very popular, it’s already got over seven thousand clicks and more than twenty pages of replies. But there are a lot of people asking if you’re that Bamboo Shadow Green Pupil.”
She was offended, “How could there be such a misunderstanding?”
I analyzed it to her, “You both work as teachers at the university and both have posted nude photos online, so it’s easy to get confused.”
She let out an “Oh.”
I said, “But the most irritating thing is that there are still people who think you’re Kizumi.”
Her voice immediately got a little angry, “Bah! Then you should have come forward to clarify things for me!”
I said, “I dare not disclose your real identity without your permission. I used all third person, beautiful writer, huh?”
She sighed, “Ugh! Do you think ‘beautiful writers’ are still as popular as they used to be? Right now if you say so-and-so is a ‘beautiful writer’, it’s just like saying so-and-so is a whore, it’s almost like cursing.”
I was unimpressed, “Not really! Aren’t there any talented people in this world?”
She said, “Yes, but not many, and certainly not writers. Think of it, what need is there for a beautiful woman to write?”
I complimented her, “You’re a good writer!”
She said, “I do like to write, but I’m not beautiful.”
I took the opportunity to change the subject, “Whether you’re beautiful or not, I like you anyway. What’s up? Tonight, let’s, alone, that?”
She doesn’t reply, half silent.
I got anxious, “Hey! What are you thinking? Say something!”
She finally whispered, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to see you again.”
I was stunned, “Why?”
She said, “You’re my kind of man, and I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you.”
I salivated and said, “Then love! Making love is love anyway.”
She said, “In case you haven’t noticed, within my writings, the word ‘lovemaking’ is never used. Love is too heavy for me to do, and I can’t afford to do it.”
With that, she gently hung up the phone.
I shrugged my shoulders and muttered to myself, “Playing the girl! What an age, and you’re still playing this with me.”
I dropped the phone, got dressed as fast as I could, and slammed the door out of the house.
I whistled and walked briskly through the narrow alley. The twilight was charming, the light soft and ambiguous. I saw the bitches starting to go out, all dressed up like ladies; I also saw the ladies starting to go out, all dressed up like girls, and living like bitches. Shit, what’s going on in the world? It’s all fucked up!
I greeted them, “Hi!”
They also responded with a flirty, “Hi!”
I stopped and whispered, “Sex no?”
They giggled, “Love your mom!”
I was a million times more frustrated, “Even you guys won’t have sex …… Then let’s screw! Screw one of you!”
That’s when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and it was Beard.
Beard was excited, “Dude, I’m at the Blue Angel, come on over, there’s two chicks here, they’re fucking hot! I’m gonna get my hands on them!”
I laughed out loud, “Wait for me, we’ll do it together!”
I flew away. -8-
Yeah …… all the people who love not moving …… just screw it! Screw it like crazy ……
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