Returning to one’s hometown is supposed to be an exciting event for those who have been away from home for a long time.
For me, on the other hand, it’s a biannual nightmare.
After graduating from junior high school, I went north to study. My father, who was not very rich, bit the bullet and let me study in the senior high school of the private H High School, which is known as an aristocratic school. I can only blame myself for this.
The southbound flat-express night train wriggled along the stationary tracks. Walls of people pushed and squeezed…
Carrying a heavy old suitcase full of books, I pushed my way into the carriage. Loaded with my favorite extracurricular books New Wave Library and Tom Jones records. My father gave me monthly living expenses in addition to pay the boarding and lodging fees to live in school, I mostly to buy extracurricular books. Every year back and forth carrying bulky books, the cardboard box has been a little loose. Thinking of the box full of beloved treasures, I can not help but hold my hands a little tighter.
On the roof of the car, the old electric fan waved feebly, but a disgusting sour smell filled the compartment. It was the stench of rotting leftover food mixed in with the smell of sweat and fox. Moving to a seat on the luggage rack, I lifted the load off my shoulders. Standing firmly on my feet, I then had time to look around.
Except for the young girl who looks like a college student with a copy of Accounting in her hand and is digging her nose with her right hand, there are not many animals awake in the cradle of this late night. The dim light and the foul odor are enough to make you drowsy.
A middle-aged man three steps away from me leaned his back against the back of the passenger seat and swayed from side to side as the train moved. In the seat in front of me on the left side, a “bonobo” sleeps in his bare feet. A fashionably dressed young woman in the seat next to him snored, salivated, and tilted her head as she leaned over his shoulder. In the front right seat, a pair of girls lay cross-legged in what looked like their mother’s arms, sleeping peacefully. In the right rear seat, a young girl stares hard at a Crown magazine in front of her. In the front right seat, a young man and woman, who looked like a couple, fell asleep with their coats over their knees.
With the train southbound, the occasional traveler up and down, the carriage air is much fresher, and my legs are gradually numb. Move a move feet, or not, look at the right back seat empty chair lean, move the body over. Unexpectedly, the girl looking at the crown magazine seems to have sensed my intentions, raised his right elbow across the chair leaning on the defense.
“Fuck!” Dark cursed.
Moving my body towards the door, I leaned against the door shaft, my feet feeling a sense of relief. Eyes still staring inward at my luggage.
The cool night air poured in through the doorway and sobered me up. At each stop, there were always fewer people in the car, and my eyes were always on the suitcase I had placed on the shelf.
Suddenly, I realized that the young girl under my suitcase, who looked like a couple sleeping with their arms wrapped around each other, was squinting with a strange look on her sleepy face. Then I looked at the jacket on her lap and saw that it was squirming. I was in the middle of puberty, and I seemed to understand a little bit.
Accompanied by a jittery interior, looking at her phantasmagoric, repressed expression, I was mesmerized.
At this time I realized that she has a head of long black hair, slightly squinting eyes with thin eyebrows and long eyelashes, pretty red face with a straight nose and cherry lips, white shirt v-neckline slightly exposed half of the snow-white chest.
My moods rose and fell with her phantom expressions; I fluttered when she frowned, and trembled when she twitched her lips. I fantasized that I was the one who was “working” with her.
A shiver ran through my insides and my face felt red hot, looking at her heaving chest made me swallow a mouthful of saliva to warm up my dry throat.
Abruptly, she opened her eyes and found me staring at her with both eyes. Embarrassed, she smiled at me, pushed her guy’s hand away (I assume) and chatted with him.
Unhumanized, I awkwardly turned away from her, avoiding her gaze, and stood with my right hand on the door’s shaft facing outward with my eyes closed. Inside, I was still remembering the unforgettable encounter I had just had. In front of my closed eyes, I was replaying her expression that made my heart palpitate.
The writhing train continued to crawl forward.
“Zee… Squeak. Squeak.” The train slowly stopped creeping.
Stretching his head, he looked out before reaching Hsinchu.
Someone’s getting off. Five or six people got off!
“Shira! Tell your sister to send something… With the sound of a warbling voice in my ears, I felt my right hand on the door handle become hot and humid.
Look back. Oh, my God! It’s the young girl!
She leaned her body against the door shaft and stuck her head out to shout at a man getting out of the car, and in her black pants, she accidentally pressed her triangle against the back of my right hand, which was tied to the door shaft at the back.
She moved away instantly and shyly smiled at me again as she went back to her seat.
The waves of my heart that had just calmed down rippled again. Feeling the warmth on the back of my right hand, and thinking about that blossoming smile, my body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
“Pity…” The train creeps south again, in the throbbing night.
Turning back, the man beside her had gotten off the bus. The man beside her had gotten off the bus, and she was replaced by an old woman in her forties or fifties.
“Did she mean it? Or was it unintentional?” I speculated inwardly to myself.
Calming my fluctuating mood and taking a deep breath of the cool night air, I gathered my courage and stepped into the carriage.
She seemed a little surprised that I would enter the carriage. But still graciously didn’t avoid my eyes.
I pretended to move the suitcase on the luggage rack above her head and stood in front of her seat in name only.
I watched her ．．．．
The top edge of the cream colored bra she wore on her chest was visible through the upper neckline. Between the buttons of the slightly wrinkled shirt, a small pink lace flower could be seen on the front of the cream colored bra. The loose-fitting shirt could not hide the line of her high breasts. Around her neck was a necklace of red satin (is it a peace sign? Or…) The necklace is a red silk satin necklace (is it a peace talisman? Her long hair was draped over her left shoulder, and in her right ear dangled a pair of tiny vermillion bead chains that swayed against her charming sideburns.
Up close, she realized the beauty of her skin, without a single blemish – it was white and smooth. Her fingers were coated with pink cardamom, slender and elegant. The index finger of her right hand was tapping on her right knee. I could imagine that she was thinking about how to respond to the silent attack of my eyes.
As if she had made up her mind, she stopped knocking, reached out with her right hand and picked up the teacup next to the seat and took a sip of water, lowered her body to recline on the seat, and her pair of bright black eyes naturally looked at me.
“Incoming! Counterattack!” I mused.
I stared at her without stepping back.
Her waves of light even continued to withstand my attacks without flinching.
Time went on for I don’t know how long, and I felt her eye waves go from defense, to curiosity, to wonder, to melting and communicating with me. It was a marvelous and unprecedented feeling.
For a moment, a wave of affection seemed to fill the ripples of the rendezvous.
The “bonapartist” sitting next door to her seemed to sense the strange look in our eyes and looked at us strangely.
The two of us were simply oblivious to the presence of others, our gazes intertwined in the springtime waves of time and space.
“Zee… Squeak. Squeak.” The train slowly stopped creeping again.
The obtrusive “Umpachan” got out of the car. I sat down beside her.
A scent of jasmine came to me with the writhing train.
“You’ve been standing for a long time! Is it winter vacation yet?” Surprisingly she asked first with a smile.
“Took a vacation! And used to standing!” I replied, looking unnaturally at her snow-white teeth. I think she more or less guessed me by the not-so-matching dress I was wearing.
“Where are you going?” I asked, picking up the question.
“．.. Tainan, something’s come up at my mom’s.. What about you?” She answered after a moment’s thought.
“I live in Chiayi,” I replied while thinking that she was a married woman. She was definitely under twenty-five.
“You got married rather early!” I asked tentatively.
“I’m a matchmaker! There are so many siblings in my family, it’s not up to me!” When she talked about marriage, she was a little confused and showed a little helplessness.
“What’s your name? Mister didn’t come down with you?” I asked knowingly.
She said her name was Li Meijun and said, knowing I was asking, “He got off first! He can’t come in the morning because he has to take care of the store.”
“This is the first time I’ve gone out alone since I got married. The unattached life of the teenage years is quite nostalgic!” She said a bit ruefully.
“Why don’t you take advantage of this trip back to your mom’s house to have a good time around?” I said encouragingly.
“No! I don’t know the place well enough to go alone” she replied.
“Have you been to Sun Moon Lake? It’s very scenic,” I said suggestively.
“It’s not like I know the place well,” she replied scrupulously.
“Get off at Taichung, it’s close!” I explained.
“I can be a ringer,” I pursued further.
“．．．．” She gave a chip on her shoulder look.
“You give me the ticket and we’ll get off together in Taichung” I spread out my right hand and asked her for the ticket.
“The… It’s… It’s not good…” I grabbed the ticket she was pinching in her hand as she hesitated.
“Don’t…” She tried to grab her ticket back from me.
“Alright! Don’t hesitate! Taichung is almost here!” I pushed the situation sharply to the edge of the cliff.
She blushed and muffled her words.
“Zee… Squeak. Squeak.” The train slowly stopped creeping, and Taichung station arrived.
“Taichung is here! Let’s go!” I got up and grabbed my suitcase and headed down.
I don’t know if it was because I had the ticket in my hand or because she was thinking about the strange encounter of a lifetime, but she picked up her lightweight carry-on luggage and followed me off the bus with her head bowed in hesitation.
The cool night breeze in Taichung lifted my spirits.
After leaving the station, I looked back at her. The look of helplessness and blushing uncertainty was a far cry from the bold, tender, confident look in her eyes on the bus. I immediately felt a sense of pride and greatness in being relied upon. Since I was a child, I have always relied on my family.
I returned to hold her soft razor and lowered my head to her and said, “Let’s find an inn and wait for dawn!”
The cool night air caused her to unconsciously wrap her arms around me.
Taking the concierge key from the sleepy-eyed counter boy, I led her upstairs.
Opened the concierge and stepped inside. She chips in at the door for a minute before following with her head down.
It was a soothing suite with a snow white double bed covered with snow white sheets and quilts. On the coffee table sat the bottle of warm water with two white paper-wrapped glasses. Two sofa chairs stood side by side against the wall with the curtains drawn tight. Her slightly disturbed look could be seen in the large mirror of the dresser.
Setting the suitcase on the coffee table, he closed the door to the room, turned on the bathroom light, and turned back to her and said, “Why don’t you take a shower first!”
The atmosphere was a little awkward and she echoed, “What about you?”
“Is it hard for you to wash with me?” I said.
She was a little embarrassed to hear it and blushed and smiled as she dashed off to the bathroom.
The room was much softer after turning off the room lights, twisting on the air conditioner, TV & bedside lamps.
Listening to the clatter of water in the bathroom, I lay in bed and dialed in the TV rocker.
“Uh… Ah…” The humming of a porno came from the TV.
Looking at the humming shot of the fit blonde in the mirror, and thinking about one of her in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel my lower body twitching a little, gradually bracing itself pulsatingly.
Watching and watching, I couldn’t hold down my heart, so I picked up a change of clothes and went to the bathroom door.
“Can I come in?” I asked as I tapped on the bathroom door.
“Hooray!” The door replied.
As soon as the door opened, she was seen flashing out in a set of white petticoats long ago with a sly grin.
“Naughty ㄚ!” I said in my heart, while my mouth said, “You tricked me!”
Quickly scrubbed his body and changed into clean underwear. While his ears were attentive to the movements outside the door from time to time, fearing that she would temporarily change her mind and leave.
He opened the doorway lightly and looked out. She was sitting on the bed with her knees bent over the sheets, her eyes glued to the TV. She looked mesmerized. Sometimes she raised her eyebrows, sometimes she slightly opened her lips.
I jerked open the bathroom door, only to see her hiding under the covers in shame.
I turned off the TV, twisted on the bed music, lifted the sheet and lay in.
Only to see her turn her body around, her pink cheeks buried deep in the cotton pillow. Was it shyness? Was it shocked timidity?
Look at her kind of like a newlywed girl delicate and shy look, reminds me of my hometown neighbor and my childhood sweetheart grew up Wanzhen. That was a virginal throb that I can never forget ．．．．
Wanzhen is my childhood playmate, and she has been a part of my life since I can remember.
Since elementary school, we played together in the courtyard shared by our two families and went to school hand in hand. The adults in the village in that closed and simple countryside always liked to pair us up, and they flattered us to fulfill their regret of not being able to decide on our marriage. We were both happy with the approval of the adults.
Her father worked for the central government, and for that quaint countryside, we had a neighbor who was a big official in Taipei. Every time I hear the cubicle “Cough! Cough!” I knew that Wanzhen’s father had come home.
Things changed in the sixth grade of elementary school when her family built a building!
The courtyard was divided into two halves, with the green bamboo hedge replaced by a cold brick wall, and Wanzhen was kept like a canary in a high attic. In the isolated courtyard, I could only listen to Wanzhen’s joyful singing from the second floor of her house, but I could no longer see the look of her little red apple face as she sang. And since her parents sent her to her neighbor Mr. Chen’s house for piano lessons, we had even fewer chances to catch loaches in the mud together.
In junior high school, the separation of boys and girls and the lining up of school drop-offs drove us even further apart. I have never been so lonely since I was a child. When I met her at the end of the alley, she always smiled at me with a blush and swept past me with her head down. She was in a flowery dress, and she was already standing up. The disappointment of the lonely heart, virgin first acquaintance with men and women have different feelings, so I do not want to take classes. I indulge in Zhuge Qingyun, Wolongsheng, Qiong Yao …. The world, in that world of illusion I can meet in the real world I can not realize the dream. This is the far-reaching reason why I couldn’t get into a “good high school” as they say.
It was a state 2 early summer vacation I think! I experienced the virginal flutter of a lifetime ….
Mr. Chen’s son, Yuanzhi (a neighboring classmate in junior high school who was in the same school as me), asked me to play bridge at his house. Yuanzhi was taught by his father to play the piano well, and he would occasionally give lessons on his father’s behalf. If it was a right to be next to Wanzhen and instruct her in the fingering of the piano, I always looked on with dismay at the loss of that right! The loss of this right was the main reason why I practiced all kinds of instruments in high school!
After walking through the front room of Yuan Zhi’s grocery store, I entered the back room and saw Yuan Zhi with his brother Hong Zhi and Wan Zhen (I couldn’t believe I was meeting her under these circumstances). Wan-jung (I can’t believe I’m meeting her under these circumstances.)
“Hey! What has Shen Mufan been up to lately? He didn’t ask me to go fishing with him.” I scolded him as soon as I entered Yuanzhi. He knew that my sister’s husband kept a pool of Wu Guo fish, so he asked him to go there once and he became interested in fishing.
“Hi Brother Hongzhi!” First, I greeted Brother Hongzhi, who was far away from Niantaichung studying and coming back for a vacation.
“Wanzhen! Hello!” It was a name I hadn’t called out in a long time, and I thought to myself that my accent was a bit rusty, it must have been two years since I last called out that name!
“Hello!” Wan Zhen responded with a generous but somewhat rusty smile.
Look at her that seems familiar but exudes a morning flower first bloom of dazzling smile, reminds me of the home wall of the blooming osmanthus. When I was a child, I used to play under its shade, but now I can’t recall what it really looks like.
Since I started middle school, I’ve never seen her as closely and carefully as I did today. I saw her wearing a short-sleeved blouse that looked like snow, revealing her lotus-root-like arms, her sparse bangs reflecting her flushed cheeks, and a pair of vermilion ears slightly exposed between her ears. Looking at the familiar delicate jade hand, has been more than the former plump, childish look has been replaced by a beautiful appearance. Just like exudes a big girl’s air habit, make me have to sigh the magic of the years.
As the game progressed, I couldn’t muster up the courage to look her in the eye. Occasionally, under the pretense of talking to Yuan Zhi, I would quickly glance at her in a false sense of security. She seemed to realize the awkwardness of the situation and would always lower her head and pretend to look at the cards when I glanced at her.
“Hiroshi! Yuanzhi! Come and help place the goods!” Just after playing his father’s three pairs of cards, he heard Auntie Chen’s shouts from the front room.
“Come at once!” The two Chen brothers explained to us to link arms and go to the front hall.
Wanzhen and I were the only ones left at the poker table, and this kind of atmosphere made me more and more uncomfortable. I was about to grab the poker on the table and shuffle the cards to relieve this strange and awkward atmosphere, when unexpectedly, coincidentally, she also stretched out her left hand to hold the cards. A pair of hands that had not touched each other for several years once again touched each other on this strange occasion. It was like the touch of tens of thousands of volts of yin and yang, and a lightning bolt collided in front of both of our eyes. The lightning paralyzed my fingertips, and at the same time, it also attacked my chest. Each of us quickly retracted our arms. The blood in my body rushed to my brain, and my heartbeat suddenly increased, the sound of my heartbeat was clearly audible. When I peeked at her, I saw that she also had a colorful face and lowered her head.
It was a hot early summer day, but an early spring for my soul.
“Hey! What are you thinking about?” With a delicate jade hand shaking me awake from my contemplation, came the delicate inquiring voice of Meijun.
“Sorry! It’s nothing!” I responded sheepishly. I couldn’t honestly tell her right now that I was remembering another girl.
I extended my right arm around her and she turned her back again. I held my hands on her breasts through her white petticoat. I realized that there was no bra underneath her petticoat, and my grip was soft and warm.
To be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have ever held a strange woman’s breasts. My understanding of women’s physiology comes from A-books and a few books on sexual medicine, and I was always teased by my classmates at school for being a “theorist” – just talking but not practicing. This time, I was so bold because I wanted to wipe out the shame of being a “theorist”.
My torso shivered slightly as I stroked and rubbed her, mouthing a disguised, “Whew! It’s cold!”
As I shuddered and kissed her between the ears with my left hand, she thoughtfully leaned back. The support of my lower body pressed against her plump buttocks, causing me to tingle even more!
Smelling a gust of fragrance between my noses, I kissed her earlobe. Only to see her tightly closed eyes tremble slightly, and the breath of her breath grows rapid.
I moved my right hand to her right shoulder and removed the right shoulder strap of her petticoat. In the soft light of the lamp, I could see a pink areola on the high peak of her breast, with a pink nipple nestled modestly in it. Clumsily, her right hand grasped it again, the sensation of her earlier grasp now clearly visible.
She turned around and removed the left shoulder strap of her petticoat herself, revealing a pair of round and high breasts. I was mesmerized, I could not imagine that a woman’s breasts were so fascinating! The deep cleavage made me have a desire to bury my face in it.
I removed my upper body clothing and pounced on her. My upper body rubbed and pressed her breasts, both hands hooked back from under her armpits, crawling on top of her. I kissed her lips and neck furiously, and breathed in the scent of her body that made me crazy.
“Gently!” She said as she winced and pushed her hands into my panties.
“Whew!” As she rubbed my lifeblood, it caused me to let out a deep breath.
While arching my lower body with my knees to facilitate her movements, I fell headlong into the deep valley of her chest and sucked on her soft and swollen breasts. Occasionally, due to carelessness, with the incisors grinding her areola, but accidentally made her open her cherry lips ah cry a few times. This discovery, so I boldly occasionally with both lips to heavy hold her nipples.
I couldn’t help myself, but she pulled down my underwear and held my penis between her thighs. I couldn’t help but pull off her petticoat and turn around, burying my head between her legs.
A woman’s thighs are really softer and more comfortable than feather pillows, and I think that being able to sleep with a woman’s thighs in my arms must be the greatest enjoyment in life. While sucking on her long thighs, I smelled a different body odor. It was the fragrance that came from between her cotton white pants. Only to see a slight wetness in the pants between her thighs, with a sliver of a slit caught in the bulging mound.
Reaching out, he gently rubbed his index finger up and down the thin slit, feeling the warmth and wetness of the crater that was about to erupt.
“Ah! Ahh.. Ah…” Mei-kun’s legs twisted from side to side, her hands gripped my lower limbs, while her mouth let out a bewildering moan.
Listening to her bewitching wooing made me remove her snow-white blasphemous pants.
Curly black pubic hair is sparsely planted all over the mound, and the double casement of the peach source hole is wriggling in the slight wetness along with her trembling. With her hand, she gently flicked the peachy red opening, and could see a deep and distant path leading straight to the inner part of the cave. Fingers left and right flicked the double doors, actually made her unable to bear it and sat up, pulling me to lie beside her.
She curled her right leg to hold me between her legs, and with her left leg spread and flexed, she held my baby in her left hand and rubbed it all over her private parts.
I had never been in a cave before and my sensitive baby couldn’t stand the soothing warmth of the rubbing, and a tingling sensation rose from the base of my perineum. With a feeling of humiliation, I hurriedly suppressed the pulsation in my perineum with my right hand, took a deep breath, and climbed on top of her.
Both hands rubbed her firm breasts and took turns sucking on her nipples. Propping her legs apart with my knees, I nudged my cock from side to side of her private parts, so much so that she had to beg me.
“Vandi… Come on in. Come on. – Come on. Come on.” She gasped and pleaded.
I purposely nudged so lightly for a while longer until the glans felt incredibly wet. I knew she had suffered enough and her private parts were flooded.
“Come on in. Oh…” At her renewed pleas, I accidentally stabbed it into her privates, causing her to muffle a yelp.
I intuitively felt a strong contraction in her private parts. But a thrust, in her slight trembling foster, I was chilled and busy to push forward, a hot spring gushed out.
“Ah… Gently. A little.. Oh. – No. No.” It’s too deep. She makes a move to push me away.
It was the first coital orgasm that caused me to press my hands against her shoulders in the direction of her lower body.
It was beautiful! The post-coital relief loosened my whole body. I slumped sluggishly onto her soft, supple torso.
After tamely picking up the sheet and wiping my sweat on my back, she assumed a sideways position, her private parts still containing my lifeblood.
I looked at her with a smile and she looked at me, a little coy, and said, “I never want to have sex with you again, you tricked me …… “
I padded over and said, “Who told you to be so frisky in the beginning, this is my first time! “
She blushed and said, “Really!”
Before I could reply, her lips were already over mine, exploring each other with the tip of her tongue.
You’ve had sweet rice cakes! A woman’s lips sucking turns out to feel like that.
After a while, I suddenly felt that the lower part of my body, which had been immersed in her private parts, had risen again, and she seemed to feel it as well.
“Ah… You… Again…” And she rubbed me again with love and delight.
This time, she sat up, gently swaying her hips, cherishing it as if she was afraid it would end hastily like the first time.
Wiggling, still not forgetting to bend over and give me a loving kiss when she did. Her writhing was skillful. The deeper and lighter twists made me less stimulated and for her it was soothing every time, as evidenced by the twitching expression on her face.
She seemed like a carp lacking oxygen gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her breasts constantly swaying as she swung up and down.
I elevated my head on a pair of pillows and admired the expression she made. Her smooth belly squeezed out a deep wrinkle as she twisted back and forth. Her long hair flew as she twisted her head. The only thing I saw was that my penis was moving in and out of her private part, sometimes buried in whole, sometimes half spat out. It was only then that I noticed a pink pearl at the top of her pussy. I rubbed it with my fingers in rhythm with her wiggling.
“Ah… Uh-huh.” The frequency of her bobbing became faster and faster, and the force of her downward rubbing became heavier and heavier. And, of course, the fingers attached to her pearl were pressed harder and harder.
Within a few moments she was slurring her words and calling out to me, “Ah! … it’s coming out… faster …… faster …. Hold… hold me ……” calling out as she leaned her upper body forward even more for pressure.
I didn’t respond to her, but I pushed my hips upward from time to time, and after about ten times, she wrapped her arms around my upper body and hugged me tightly, calling out frantically, “I’m… I’m dying… I’m dying… I’m dying…”
She rubbed those last few strokes really hard, rubbing my pubic bone with a dull ache. After a yelp she went limp and said, “I’m so dizzy, I need to lie down”
After lying down with her in his arms, he looked at her pale and sweaty body, she was really exhausted! But what to do with it, which was held in her twins?
“Do you want more?” I thought to myself that she was probably tired and wanted to rest.
“Come up here instead!” Panting slightly, my cherry lips uttered an answer that took me by surprise.
I held her over the edge of the bed, braced her legs over my arms with both hands, and stood at the edge of the bed in a good position to launch my second wave of attack in the deepest, widest-contact position possible.
Half standing, half crouching writings, so that my physical exertion to save a lot. Forward impact, hit her chest burst waves, but also hit her wail, obscene screams. The sound of her perineum being slapped by her cunt, and the sound of the piston’s movement. It was a masterpiece of three strikes.
“Woe…woe…” was heard, rubbing left and right. She was chilled to the bone. She had about two orgasms. This can be sensed by the force exerted by her hands gripping my arms, and the frequency of her vaginal clenching.
In the midst of the frenzy, a fountain rushed straight to my uterus, and I was busy pivoting hard to spread her legs and press my body forward toward her breasts.
“Ah! Aah! Ahhhh!…” She screamed several times in unison with the frequency of my jets.
An erupting volcano is not something that can be calmed down for a while.
I hesitated when she greedily told me she wanted to see me again and that she wanted me to be her godbrother forever!
The lust of a young woman in early spring is wildly overflowing, and thinking back to last night’s voraciousness, I’m afraid of suffocating in the torrent that engulfed me.
“No! There’s no such thing as a banquet. You’ve got a family, I’ve got school to finish, so let’s just keep our memories to ourselves.”
After hearing what I said, she cried!
When I put her on the train, she still looked at me on the platform with tears in her eyes. I, in turn, looked at the woman I had come to see as my prey, and who I had almost become her prey when I left.
Afterword: This article was created with the experiences of my friends in mind. On the one hand, it laments the detachment of civilized life from human feelings, and on the other hand, it describes the conflict between the values of traditional rites and modern civilization, and the possible devouring power of repressed emotions once they are liberated.
The vision of the essay “Business Trip” is colorful, all the descriptions of situations and clothes are colorful, filled with modern Eastman’s vision of “color” everywhere. This article, on the other hand, describes the world of “love” in black and white. There is love and color, in line with the purpose of this edition of “erotic literature”. I hope you will enjoy these two different approaches.
The first two pieces are written in the male first person, and the first-person technique gives a more realistic sense of being there. However, there are many objective situations that cannot be diversified, and the monotony and subjectivity of the first person can only be supplemented by flashbacks and retellings.
The next creative work is to be written from a female point of view, and the “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” by D.H. Lawance, a British writer, is one of the best. I don’t dare to compare myself with Wen Zhe, but I just hope that I can make a breakthrough in my own creative approach. Of course, referring to the works of female writers will help me to understand the mood of women.