*This story is for my dear J. It’s about seeing this weird world through your eyes.
Reprints are welcome, but please give credit where credit is due and please do not remove this statement.
*”The time is not favorable, but the piebald is not gone.
What can be done about the piebald? What can be done about yu, yu, yu, what can be done about it?
Middle-aged body has been unable to load the burden of the chase, has long been accustomed to the first half of life, the thought of starting again actually feel a kind of fear, can not help but start trembling up inside.
The woman looked at the man silently, knowing in her heart that it might be too late to say anything, and let out a long sigh!
‘I’m sure others will know what you’re capable of.’ The woman said words that even she didn’t believe, how could a woman not know the reality of this world? Saying it is also just for comfort!
The man’s hand caressed the woman’s flawless body, thinking that this might be the last thing he would ever have! The woman’s body began to burn with the caresses, a flush of passion appeared on her white pattered neck, and her body wriggled uneasily.
‘You know, I still have some money.’ The woman resisted the fire-like lust and spoke undyingly: ‘I might be able to find some people who will have some chance.’
The man’s eyes carried a mixture of desperation, exhaustion, defiance, and some anger and sadness. A pang of acidity ran through the woman’s heart and she looked away. The man had stood like a tower of iron, nothing could defeat him, the memory of him always getting more and more frustrated, in him the woman saw the relentless years.
‘You decide!’ The woman said this with the traditional Chinese women’s virtue of obedience in mind, which suddenly made her feel ridiculous, her whole life personality had nothing to do with obedience in the slightest. Then she got up and got rid of the man’s hand and went into the bathroom, letting go of the water in the sink as tears kept flowing down her face.
The man extinguished the cigarette in his hand and turned around to wrap his arms around her, the smell of smoke coming through.
She had been afraid of the smell of cigarettes, but then she began to fall in love with the smell of nicotine and hugged the man hard, wanting to seal his dusty body in her memory for eternity.
The scruff stung the woman’s cheeks, the woman’s breasts, and the woman wished that the scruff would become a sharp blade plunging down into her chest. The woman’s body began to moisten, she felt the pain from the swelling of her lower body, but her heart was empty.
The man lost his usual gentleness and patience, and roughly entered the female body, relentlessly pounding back and forth. The woman has not withstood such a force, like a flat boat in the wind and rain floating a floating, hands tightly hooked to the man’s neck, want to grab something to rely on.
A rush of pleasure came from the woman’s lower abdomen, and her mind fogged up as she began to tune in shrilly. The man’s gasps accompanied the woman’s cries, but with a touch of desolation.
Her womb began to contract and waves of orgasm hit her, feeling like she was already a part of this man, no longer separable. The man’s body stiffened for a moment, and the woman felt a rush of heat enter her body as she pushed up to take it all, wanting all of it all.
The man maintains his position on the woman’s body, unwilling to pull out, as if by doing so they would lose some kind of connection. It is also as if this coming out must make a clear break with the world.
The August sun was venomous as a snake devouring one’s soul, and the woman’s voice kept ringing in his ears
‘To let me know where you are, please let me know.’
It must be hard to look at a crying man, but there is always a trade-off in a man’s life. The man stood in the street shedding tears as he walked slowly towards the shadowy tunnels.
(concluded)