Source: United Press
Repost: V.T
It’s been a long time since I’ve browsed the internet, but today I came across a very fresh article, the writing and narrative style seems very strange. However, the description of “love” and “desire” is good, and it is a piece of work that feels a bit “alternative”.
Putting on a suit and tie, he carefully pulled out any gray hair he found and combed his head with an oil slick. So as to look as good as a young working male. I put on my sunglasses and lit a Mild7 cigarette, exhaling lightly, a foreign language magazine under my hand, my eyes under the sunglasses looking for prey.
The girl walks up to me, dressed similarly to the photo in the catalog, great stuff.
It was a source obtained from a broker for five thousand dollars.
You’ll get the wrong idea if you say “Chung Kai”, but you should get it if you say “Sam Chai”!
“Are you Mr. Lin?” The girl asked.
A very innocent-looking girl, right up my alley.
I nodded and stood up from my park seat.
“I’m Anne, Peter introduced me.” She intervened with her hand and hooked it around my right arm, and the smell of Issey Miyake’s perfume hit me in an intoxicating way.
I followed her to an apartment.
“You look young, you haven’t graduated high school yet, have you?” I asked.
“Um… I just had my sophomore year and took a break from school. You don’t like tender?” She said.
“…” I tugged the corners of my mouth and smiled… It was just as good as I thought it would be.
A slight tickling sensation kicked up in his mind, a slowly rising desire before the attack was launched.
She walked in front, her narrow, well-fitting skirt seemed to be unable to wrap around her hot body, and the curves of her rounded buttocks were hidden. I secretly curbed my rising desire, storing it up to explode later. As if I could imagine the sight of piercing into her white flesh, the red color sprayed out, spreading all over the white flesh, and then spreading down the bedsheets, leaking into a bright red peony.
Peonies of blood that bloomed and trembled slightly in the wind. I got a little excited.
Looking at her up the stairs, the short skirt exposed, slender legs, separated by a layer of black stockings, but you can feel the fullness of the flesh. I couldn’t help but gulp a little.
It was a fancy apartment. I followed her up the stairs and into a room on the third floor. It was a well-lit room, and you could tell by the interior that someone was always taking care of it.
“A friend’s room.” She said, walking to the refrigerator and getting two cans of Diet Coke out.
“Oh…”
“It’s safer here, no one bothers me.” She opened her Coke and inserted a straw to sip it.
“Aren’t you afraid your friend will come back?” I asked, removing my shoes and socks in the process.
“It’s all your time tonight yo.” She took off her heels too and I realized she had beautiful ankles.
“Mmm…” she took off her tank top, revealing a bright and fine figure.
I slowly loosen my tie, my lips a little dry. The girl looked at me and smiled, did she detect the desire hidden in the eyes that hid under the sunglasses, looking for prey? There was a thrill in my heart, but it was a look of indifference.
It is a sign of respect for the sacrifice to never show a monkey wrench when the prey is hooked.
I just looked at the girl coldly, my heart overflowing with excitement.
I also feel a little pity for this girl, but also have a vague feeling of pity, because she has not yet lost the childish face? I am a little confused. The girl is still smiling, but slowly open the shirt buttons, one button, like in the tease.
Strangely enough, her face was vaguely familiar for a few moments, as if she had seen it before. It couldn’t be! It was impossible to have seen it before. The girl took off her blouse, revealing a black shirt, reached behind her back, zipped down her narrow skirt, and removed it, revealing black pantyhose and the hot, youthful flesh encased in them.
A wave of desire flared up and washed away the thoughts of the moment. Through the pocket my right hand could feel the dick hidden inside the suit, hard and rigid like my erect manhood. I touched it lightly to firm up my desire. This is real desire, irreplaceable…
One by one the girl removed the clothes she was wearing, with a strange rhythm, like a performance. Polly Lou’s music was strangely loud in her ears, somewhat vaguely but the sound of the wind blowing outside the window. The girl shook her hips and pulled off her tights, and sat down on the bed again, slowly rolling her pantyhose down. I just stood by and watched her coldly, like a performance I had long been familiar with.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” The girl asked, looking up.
I looked at her as she threw the pantyhose she had removed at the foot of the bed and twisted into a bizarre gesture, like a walking man suddenly cut off the upper half of his body, leaving only half of it limp.
“I see, you like to watch the show.” The girl said with a smile. All that was left of her was her black blouse and panties, which were delicate against her white pattered skin.
“Do you want to take it off or should I take it off myself?” She asked.
The girl reclined on the bed, making a share of provocative gestures. Her plump figure seemed to be about to pop out of her blasphemy, and the deep shadow of her cleavage and cut-out panties repeatedly provoked my senses. My manhood had long been erect, and I stepped forward, pushing her down onto the bed with one hand.
I took my suit off and hung it carefully over the bed so I wouldn’t show my dick. She curled her legs and began to unbutton my shirt. Long slender legs encased in small cut-out black panties constituted a sensational tease to the eye. I slowly touched her breasts through the bra, then yanked them off with force, the peaks popping out mouth-wateringly as they were released from their restraints.
She pulled down my zipper and stroked my rising manhood through my underwear. I also followed her body down her chest and stomach, stroking her mystery zone through her panties. She twisted at the waist, biting her lower lip as if to stifle her whimpering.
At the moment she raised her belly, I smoothly removed her panties, and her hot youthful flesh was thus fully exposed.
Dense, slightly curly body hair spread smoothly on the lower abdomen, like the early morning grass glistening with dewdrops. Flat belly upward is the high double peaks, the peaks are two mouth-watering cherry red points. There were only thick blacks, sexy whites, and the twin points of blooming red, with no other miscellaneous colors. My hand wandered up and down her mound, her body trembling slightly, her brows lightly furrowed and her eyes tightly closed.
It’s hard to associate her innocent face with her hot body. This was the mood of the two shells and lives, right! Only now, mysteriously, the two were combined together, floating in the sea of desire. The girl was writhing restlessly. I swayed her lust like a god, my hands gently caressing her peaks and mounds, and she let out a soft humming sound.
And as my arousal rose, I felt a stirring in my heart that I hadn’t felt for a long time… How like her body!
Her form actually came to mind, someone I thought I had long forgotten.
Taking another look at her face, it actually resembled her.
The girl’s body emitted a warm scent, the air was full of the smell of lust, an explosion of excitement swelled up. I took off my underwear, and my manhood jumped out like a bird out of a cage, soaring with what seemed like countless energies coursing through it.
OK! Make an exception and play it first!
When I was about to take a long drive, she pushed me away, “We’ll play after the shower, okay?” She said.
“Long night…” she added, throwing me a smile.
She stood up, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom, where she showered.
The sound of water clattering, the haze of steam, I felt disoriented. Polly Lou’s music was ringing in my ears again, and while her figure loomed through the misty smoke, my thoughts flew further away.
The trees outside the dorm shook and wafted the faint smell of mullein. My roommates had the good sense to go to the movies, and she and I were the only ones nestled in our room, awkwardly and crudely stabbing at each other’s lust.
My hand slipped into her shirt, feeling that elasticity of youth. Her eyebrows were furrowed, not the same look? The sound of the wind whistled in the distance, and even closer was the scent of her hair, the light scent of freshly washed hair.
My hands wandered through my clothes, testing her flesh. Her breathing grew more and more rapid, inspiring me to put an end to this pitifully repressed lust. The AIWA stereo in the room repeated Polly Lou’s music feebly, desire like a melody that kept circling back and up.
(It was such a night too!!!)
Under the water column shooting, water droplets splashed in all directions, and her white pattered face penetrated a slight red color, delicate.
(It actually resembles her a bit!)
At the moment of entry she cried out in pain and I clumsily didn’t know what to do. As a result, it was hastily finished. The two of us sat on the end of the bed, staring at the reddish blood stains on the sheet. This is our first time? The two of us did not speak, just quietly staring at the blood stains, seemingly forgetting all about pain and lust. What should we say?
The girl washed her body with the shower head. I actually have a few feelings, so embraced her kiss up, hands began to move in her beautiful flesh. She closed her eyes, humming softly, seemingly intoxicated by this carnal pleasure.
I didn’t know anything about these forms of courtship at the time, I just embraced her awkwardly. When she went out to take a shower, I was like an abandoned beast, nestled in my room, staring blankly at the bloodstain. The bloodstain was shaped like a butterfly or a flower.
My hand hovered over her lower abdomen as she twisted and swayed, beads of water or sweat condensing on her forehead, suppressed moans mingling with the sound of water. One half of the heart wallowed in carnal pleasure; the other half was strangely detached from it, coldly harkening back to those halcyon years. That night many years ago, that night of entanglement with his first lover.
“Comfortable?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head.
The questions and answers that I have not sent to the people I love around me are repeated like a routine formula in every love-seeking process. I had not asked her, had I! What did I say then?
Do I love you?
Or do I have to take care of you for the rest of my life?
Promises are like the sound of leaves in the wind. Without realizing it, they fall with a crash. And then, nothing is left.
I remember walking down the street with her and she asked, “Was there an earthquake?”
I replied, “Is there? You’re hallucinating, aren’t you?
Walked past an old house being torn down. The two men stood aside to see workers maneuvering sledgehammers to beat the poor old house into a pile of tartar.
“It’s this vibration, isn’t it!?” I said.
She does not speak. Her eyes looked at the pile of tiles, the bottomless nothingness. I suddenly realized that I was going to lose her. I don’t know why, but it just felt that way. The sledgehammer stumbled against the foundation of the house, and I felt a sense of disintegration, a crumbling of love.
When I got home and tuned into the TV, I realized there really was an earthquake. She was right.
The epicenter was 37 kilometers northeast of Hualien, a 2.3 on the Swiss seismometer, a pathetic little quake that lasted only a few seconds. What was I doing? Lying on top of her in a reciprocating motion, right!
This shallow little earthquake however shook my relationship with her. I don’t understand who abandoned who, the creation of a physical relationship doesn’t guarantee anything does it! Anyway, she just disappeared and didn’t contact me, just disappeared. This was my first love, whom I had been chasing for three years in high school, but had only had sex once, right?
I can’t recall the girl’s face, only the bloodstain on the sheet, like a mark on my heart.
I don’t know what the meaning or the symbol was, but as if by magic, the imprint was clearly engraved and appeared again and again in my dreams. The face has faded into oblivion, but the color of the bloodstain is always bright red and has never faded.
Years later I realized that I had long since lost my instinct for gratification, except for a strange thrill that came only after seeing the bloodstain again.
It’s a kind of sickness, isn’t it!
I need to see the red oozing out of the white female body, puddling into the unfading peony, in order to suppress my desire to break out of my shell.
I am just looking for the prey again and again. When the prey escapes in panic, and the spilled blood turns into ink splashes of plums or peach blossoms, that kind of excitement can relieve the desire and put it to rest. Of course, this is a temporary rest, and the desire will rise again. I seek out my prey again and again, trying to recall all the details of the crime from the social news in the corner of the newspaper, which makes me excited.
Yeah, turns me on.
The girl moaned as the two bodies tangled and intertwined. She hugged me tightly and rubbed the back of my neck. Strangely, I was aroused, too. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time, pure carnal desire and excitement.
The girl’s innocent face flushed with a gush of red, and I couldn’t help but kiss her lips and face.
(How much she looks like her!?)
Reflected in the bath mirror himself, sideburns have been stars, slightly bald belly has been difficult to hide the traces of age. Looking at himself forgetting to hug a girl, surprisingly a little strange, how long has not such a hug it?
Stirred by lust, I treated a whore with the caressing embrace of a long time rusty, as if she were my first lover.
I kissed her furiously, leaving her breathless. Ignoring the dripping water on my body, I quickly threw her down on the bed and kissed her beautiful youthful flesh even more fervently. She twisted her waist restlessly and hummed with abandon.
In the midst of her erotic excitement, I pushed my manhood swiftly into her womb, and she shuddered. I rudimentarily reviewed erotic maneuvers I hadn’t performed in a long time, how long had it been since I’d done this?
Since the abandonment of the male for the sharp knife, since the replacement of love juice for blood displacement began. With the same stabbing motion, is the tangled expression one of pleasure or pain? Or is the essence of the two not far from each other?
I quickly fell into a frenzy of love and lust, my body flowing like an eruption of volcanic lava.
She has long been wildly twisting her waist, letting out a cry of erotic excitement. Bed, has long been flooded, only is not the blood of red, but the moisture of sweat. The air is filled with the flavor and moans of grinding lust.
“Ah! Is that you! Ru?” I couldn’t help but call out your name softly… and she responded softly and indistinctly from below…
Yeah! It’s ah! It’s you!
I pumped even harder, pushing our souls out of this body…
Yeah! It’s all back again. My lust, my love, my feelings, they’re all back again.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.”
“H… hum… hum…”
In the split second when the lust in my body rises to its highest point, I ejaculate all that I have. (Then everything I’ve saved and kept for you!!!)
She seemed to have borne a touch that had not been seen in ages, and her whole body trembled. Her cheeks were red as fire, and a bright light shone from the corner of her eyes. I actually shed tears, I don’t know whether it was moved? Or was it amusement?
(Yes, she’s your double.)
I embraced her, exhausted and content. Her body was still hot, and I felt a wave of relief I’d never felt before, wanting nothing more than to drift off to sleep. I rolled over and lay on my side. She was still panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if she’d finished a hard battle, and a sense of exhaustion and relief ran through her body. I rolled over and saw that her cheeks were still flushed with a reddish color. The light of the setting sun shone in through the window, spreading over her flesh in an even, ripe golden color. I couldn’t help but lightly touch her body with my fingers, slowly sliding them down her chest and abdomen… She closed her eyes in satisfaction, as if she was still savoring the aftermath of her lust.
Her side face resembles hers, with a similar brow and a similar mouth. Is it possible?
The mind doesn’t know what it’s calculating. It’s just an illusion, isn’t it? It’s just a resemblance, isn’t it?
Should I leave her alone?
There’s plenty of prey. Just leave her alone!
Perhaps I should ask her name.
The mind rambles on, just the heaviness of exhaustion draining away. Just sleep it off! How long had it been since such an experience? To wake up with a woman lying beside you, a woman you’ve known for more than twenty-four hours?
In a moment of confusion, she climbed on top of me and started kissing… “Can we do it again?” She asked with a seductive smile.
Not caring about my answer, she picked up the pantyhose she had just taken off from and used it as a rope to tie me to the bed.
“Let’s have some fun…” she said softly. I nodded.
She asked quietly, “Do you love me?”
“Sure.” I replied as a reflex action. I noticed that there was a void in her eyes, a void that I had missed for a long time but couldn’t forget, a void that could suck everything in and drown it out of sight… “My mom told me not to trust men…” she said quietly.
A chill went up my back, a terrible chill, a chill that came all the way up from the depths of my heart.
It’s just that my hands and feet have been tied and I can’t move.
“They’re just playing with you, they won’t take you seriously.” She continued to mumble, like she was talking to herself.
She lowered herself down and drew the knife she had pre-hidden under the mattress. (Ah! I can’t believe I forgot my knife) “Don’t ever be like her and be cheated by others!!!” Her expression was sad, as if she was recounting a tragic past. The coldness in my heart had filled my entire body, my heart was racing, and cold sweat was stealing from my body. Was this what it was like to be on the verge of death?
One by one, the faces of the women I’d stabbed, the ones I’d never bothered to notice, were now floating in the air sardonically.
“hahaha… hahahahahaha…”
With a sudden fierce look on her face, she shook her head, raised her sharp knife high, and stabbed down.
Hearing the crisp sound of a sharp blade penetrating my chest blade cheekbone, I don’t feel any pain. Just feel a little pity, such a beautiful dusk, should not be with the beloved holding a dog, not holding a dog hand in hand also line, strolling in the lake?
Yes, it’s supposed to be like that. It’s just that my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier and my body is getting lighter and lighter. But I could hear a song coming in through the window, “The blood that moves the body” by A-HA, and they were singing, “Its the way we feel tonight…”
“As if its all real, all right…”
“My love wont you come back to…”
“Our love you know Ill react to…”
“The blood that moves my body…”