Red Haze (I)
July summer evenings were sweltering, and despite the cool air conditioning and being stripped down to a tiny pair of silk shorts, Hongxia still felt a pang of heat.
Tonight, my husband is not home again, the TV program is tuned over and over without much meaning, I can’t read the books, and after taking a cold shower, I still do the same thing, so I have to force myself to lie down on the bed, turn off the light and the TV, and close my eyes to think in my head.
Hongxia knew that this happened once a month. She once asked her husband, who was a policeman, about it, and he laughed at it and said wryly, “That’s you thinking about men.”
Although her husband just laugh about it, Hongxia knew it was true. Married for several years, the couple’s sex life has not been very normal, from the beginning of the frequent to the current bland, Hongxia feel as if they have never experienced like the books depicted as intoxicated as immortal feeling.
Hongxia is not a woman with a strong libido, but extremely delicate feelings, life is about mood, and careless husband is only concerned about work and career, but seldom take into account the beautiful little wife. And often ten days and a half months not at home, Hongxia is not local, friends and less, idle time is just alone in the room, from the TV and books to find fun. Often wake up in the middle of the night from a dream, the wide double bed is still only a lonely self.
Hongxia’s hand can not help but in their own body caress up, although the body is hot, but the skin touch is still lubricated, breasts are still so tender and plump, the belly is still so flat and smooth. Gradually, Hongxia’s hand into the tightly wrapped by the panties in the pussy, gently caressing the deep meat point, Hongxia felt a burst of comfort, masturbation in order to make her gradually calm down.
Hongxia looked at her watch at just after nine, so she rolled over and got up from her bed, pulling on a random dress and skirt. At the corner of the street was a modest bar with only one owner, a whispering couple, and a lonely man. Hongxia chose a table by the window and just asked for an ice cream and a glass of ice water.
The melody of “Going Home” surrounded Hongxia over and over again. But Hongxia really do not want to go back to that lonely home. In a haze, the man approached her: “We are all lonely people, I would like to ask you to dance…” Looking at the hand in front of her, Hongxia’s heart thumped.
It was still the same song, “Going Home”, and just between the table and the table, the two were moving slowly. In the slow rotation, Hongxia felt the man’s hand begin to slowly caress her waist, and then gradually slid up to her buttocks. Since he couldn’t see Hongxia’s expression, the man didn’t make another move, his hand still resting on top of Hongxia’s buttocks, but didn’t dare to caress it, and just pressed his face close to Hongxia’s.
“You have such a beautiful, long neck, like a white swan.” The man murmured in her ear.
“Am I not beautiful anywhere else?” Hongxia tilted her head back a bit and gave the man a sidelong glance.
The man was flabbergasted, then replied, “Oh no! You must be beautiful somewhere else, but I can’t see it.”
The man’s words carried an obvious tease, but Hongxia just smiled softly.
Then, as if seeing something in Hongxia’s smile, the man slid his other hand to the other half of Hongxia’s buttocks as well, rubbing it gently, gently.
When the dance song ended, Hongxia realized that the two of them were so close, and the man’s embrace was so tight. She quickly broke away and subconsciously looked around the bar. The owner was still leaning against the bar like he was dozing, and the couple was still mumbling in that corner. This time, the man didn’t lead her back to her original seat, but to another, more dimly lit corner.
Hongxia hesitated for a moment, but still followed. When Hongxia was situated on the sofa, the man sat down next to her, one hand tentatively resting on Hongxia’s waist, and seeing that Hongxia did not react, he put his other hand over Hongxia’s knee that was exposed outside her skirt. Hongxia’s body trembled slightly, her eyes not daring to look at the man.
“Get your hands off me.” Hongxia tried to make her voice stern.
“Why?” The man’s slightly oily accent, but his eyes were glued to Hongxia’s expression: “I’m wrapping one hand around a willow-like waist, and one hand is enjoying the wonderful smoothness, how can I let go?” Saying this, the man’s hand gently pinched Hongxia’s white and tender thigh.
However, just this gentle pinch caused Hongxia to violently produce an electrifying sensation. She wanted to stand up, but as if her body was not hers, how could not stand up. Seeing Hongxia’s confused look, the man became even more unrestrained, and with a little effort, he embraced Hongxia into his arms.
“Oh! No… don’t…” Hongxia panicked.
But it was Hongxia’s moan-like cry that gave the man permission to attack, and while Hongxia tried to resist the hand that was invading her breasts, the man’s other hand burrowed between her legs like a snake. Through the thin panties, the man’s deft fingers accurately found Hongxia’s sensitive nub. Hongxia ordered herself that she must resist, but her two hands were so weak. And the undisputed bottom had begun to moisten, Hongxia and the man felt Hongxia’s panties wet at the same time.
Gradually… Gradually… Hongxia became paralyzed, and some of the subsequent episodes were blurred, as Hongxia felt like a light feather floating in the air. Like a drug of ecstasy, Hongxia was confused and let this man lead her into an unfamiliar room. Next, Hongxia was like a gentle bird, was picked up by the man and placed on the bed, obediently let the man take off the sweatshirt, skirt, only when the man was ready to peel off her narrow silk shorts, Hongxia seemed to come to her senses.
However, the man could no longer allow her to do any more resistance, in the blink of an eye the thin layer of shorts turned into two halves like a piece of paper. Naked Hongxia began to regret her behavior today, when the man hard bang into her body, Hongxia can not help but cry. However as the man slammed into her, Hongxia gradually became addicted to the thrill of a burst of pleasure.
When Hongxia woke up in a haze, the man was long gone. Looking at the unfamiliar room and furnishings, Hongxia was as if she had dreamed a dream. Hongxia wanted to get up and sit up, the aches and pains all over her body as well as the vague pains in her lower body were telling her in no uncertain terms about the crazy night last night.
On the nightstand there is a note left by the man: “Beautiful lady, I’m leaving, thank you for giving me a night of pleasure. You are probably very tired, the room is open until noon, have a good rest! My cell phone number is on your bra, I hope you will remember me.”
Back home, her husband had already returned from his night shift. Hongxia rushed into the bathroom and desperately washed and scrubbed her body with soap, fearing that her husband would be able to observe her disturbed expression, as well as sniff out the smell of the man’s cum that had been sprayed on her body.
Many days passed, careless husband is still so busy, did not find his wife’s different. A few days of thought struggle, Hongxia finally picked up the phone, dialed the hand-recorded number that has long been engraved in the heart.
Her eyes surveyed his demeanor intently, so close that she seemed to be able to feel his almost condensed breath. She tightened her arms around him, around the man who could comfort her body. It was then that she realized how her heart longed for it, for his hands and his lips and his skin and his thickness and the explosiveness of his depths.
Knowing the excitement and love she was feeling, he hugged her tightly at once, and his lips pressed unbidden against hers, which were trembling slightly from lack of response, and his dexterous tongue, like a finger leaping over the keys of a violin, found the exact spot he was trying to reach; and it was so soft that it gave her the desire to take it in her mouth.
He was instantly aroused and she felt its looming and fearlessness. He jerked her up in his arms and rushed toward the bedroom, his hands once again exploring her nightgown before slowly sliding toward her private place, which had long since been in full bloom.
“Only once?” He softly whispered in her ear for confirmation.
“Only once!” She replied petulantly in her ear.
He tore open her pink nightgown without a second thought, with a force that bordered on a kind of rape, not caring how aroused she was by the sudden and wonderful assault, or how she wailed in a low and indulgent way. And that instinctive, soft call was even more of an incentive and encouragement to him, a message to weigh him down, to make him charge at her without fear or concern.
His lips began to slide down her neck, over her breasts, her belly, her dense bush, and then touched the deep, dark place under the downy hair. She felt soothed, and she thought of the other sensation her husband had created for her, mechanical and devoid of life, a heavenly comparison to this pleasant relief, an unstoppable magic.
Under his violent impact, she gradually felt as if she were being lifted up in the air by a force that could not reach the sky, could not reach the ground, and rose infinitely, rose… and then suddenly fell when she reached the peak. It was a fall that could not be suppressed, but also a fall of immense pleasure.
She screamed uncontrollably the moment the man’s hot cum shot into her, and she finally realized where her heaving originated, a place she had never been before then, a place that surprised her beyond measure.
Her whole body was drenched in fragrant sweat, her mouth was dry, she was paralyzed, and she wished that feeling could stay with her for the entirety of her life.
He was a man of great desire, and instead of being smug and extraordinary in his appreciation of the gusts of wind he had created in her, he wanted to show this woman that he was capable of attacking again. He lifted his head and kissed her deeply on the lips, and with one hand he lifted her breasts high in the air, rubbing and tearing and scratching them. She turned her head shyly and saw herself in the mirror across the room, tongues of fire, lightning, snakes, but graceful.
It was she who had offended him, between her tongue, her lips, her breasts, the depths of her privacy. He would make her, like a shell on the beach, reopen the door of her body to meet him and melt him.
Once again her moans of pain and free flow and his shouts as if in fury echoed through the room, and she was a mature woman who felt deeply how unparalleled was this unbridled, stirring love-making she was having with this man.
Throughout the night, she let him take turns bombarding her body, he made her experience different gestures of sensation, he made her heart flutter. The bed, the carpet, the sofa, the bathroom all became the battlefield of their lovemaking. At this point, her husband was no longer in her heart, no ethics and morals, and the only trace of uneasiness and shame had disappeared. They rubbed each other tightly into each other, is so oblivious to forget their lives, unwilling to part.
(To be continued. Criticisms are welcome)