Only when she saw him did her gloomy face glow. But he was always away, and she had to cry and sulk at every one every day.
She threw a bunch of statements on my desk and started a long-winded reprimand. I finally got serious about where I was going, when Harry bumps into Sally, they have crazy sex, when Wei Xiao Bao bumps into Xiao Shuang Shuang, they have a big success, when a junior staffer bumps into a strong woman who doesn’t like you, you’d better walk and don’t think about having sex or anything.
When I met her again, I was the uncrowned king of pleasure, and to that lifeless face I handed her a packet of green arrows, and she laughed for no reason, “Are you going to kiss me?” She said. I remembered the clip from the commercial, “A clear mind is fine.” I replied. That was the text game of the year for the state literature teacher.
She had two rings on her hand and wondered if there was a marriage in them? “Is he okay?” I ask cruelly. In our line of work, there’s no reason not to know this kind of news. She shakes her head, bullshit, people who abscond with their money would never tell anyone their real address.
“I saw the story you wrote in the paper, you’re a big shot.” She said.
“That’s thanks to your fulfillment.” I replied.
“I actually value you, you’re the only one working there.”
“Yeah?” I got anxious, the street light had changed to red again, and I was going to be late again for the press conference later.
“Why don’t you leave me your address and we’ll talk some other time?”
“Eh.”
It was half a month later when I dialed her and he landed in the south. She was silent on the phone.
“I’m fine now, do you want me to stay with you?”
Her suite was small, with low cabinets separating the bed from the living room, but there was little seclusion, not a suitable place to entertain friends. The room was a bit disorganized, with a few bits of newspaper scattered on the tea table, seemingly looking for news of him.
She cleaned up slightly and laid out the drinks I had brought on the newspaper. The room wasn’t very brightly lit, kind of like a foreign inn. She turns around and puts on a CD, 35532123532, it’s the second movement of New World, it’s not very loud and I have to listen sideways to hear it fully. She smiles and puts on LOVE IS WANTED TO BE FREE instead, I notice the shift in her mood, maybe her tomorrow will be better?
By the time the second glass of wine had gone down, the temperature of the room had risen considerably, her face was lightly oily, and the tip of her nose was covered with tiny beads of sweat. She got up and went into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and it was only then that I noticed her bathroom, which was a furry glass cubicle, and her figure was faintly visible. I clearly saw her take off her shirt and change into another, watched her bend over and take off her pants and sit on the toilet, then get up and flush. Watched her wash her face and touch up her makeup, then slide the towel under her armpits.
When she came out, she was wearing a wide nightgown with wide cuffs that allowed you to see all of her nakedness at a glance.
She sat down where she was and poured me a drink with her head down, her hair covering half of her chest, the other half, the neckline just above her nipples, catching no glimpse of its pinkness, and some slight armpit hair under her armpits, protruding on the upper left side of her breasts, next to a small red mole.
She lifted her head and met my gaze just right; there was a small amount of wetness under her eyes that seemed watery and somewhat seductive, and I couldn’t guess if they were tears or not. She glanced quickly towards me, realizing that she was out of sight, but didn’t indicate anything in particular.
We never had anything in common, and after a few words I ran out of words, the atmosphere was awkward, and she was silent, just sipping her wine from time to time. I took a closer look at her and realized that a strong woman is only supported by her clothes, and when she changed out of her suit, her strong posture disappeared.
She sat with her head tilted back, her long hair cascading over the back of the chair, her crystalline complexion quietly tantalizing my desire with every movement she made. Evil thoughts rose in the back of my mind, and I don’t think I sympathized with her all that much; perhaps it was even a sadness to come and see her? Or merely to avenge that year’s frustration? To see her condescension disintegrate? I couldn’t stop the swell of lust and began to fidget.
She started talking about him, about how he attracted her, about how romantic he was, and about his vicious character. I tactfully changed the subject to relationships, and she was a little coy at first, but then gradually let go. I knew that authority put her in her place, and I also knew that she was enamored of authority, and she was happy to let him dictate her life.
“He always knows how to make me happy!” She changed her position, her crossed legs lowered, and I glimpsed a bit of snowy complexion, no rough calluses on the part of her knees, and her calves stretched out below the tea and touched gently with my feet. I shrank a little, but ventured to let them touch.
“How does he make you happy?” I had every intention of directing her thoughts to sex so that I would have a further opportunity to violate her. She had a brief moment of contemplation, but didn’t answer the question.
“I’m sorry for being so presumptuous.”
“Um, that’s okay.” She smiled shyly and sipped down again.
I caged my foot around the outside of her feet and gently rubbed my big toe against the outer edge of her foot, she didn’t avoid it, but she didn’t respond either. I stepped on her instep with my right foot, and she obediently spread her foot so that it rested between her feet, and I rubbed my calf against hers, which clamped down on it: “That’s not good.” She said. But her will doesn’t look very strong, and I in turn intertwine my foot with hers.
“Go take a shower, your socks already smell a little.” She said.
When I came out of the shower, she was already on the bed, her body curled into beautiful shapes, and I remembered how my girlfriend was on all fours in bed (he’d conditioned her so well!) , he was a happy man. I squatted down beside the bed and looked at the wonderful lines of the buttocks, the satin-like pubic hair between the strands shielded the narrow slit, and clear liquid was already slowly oozing from the hole area.
I embraced her from behind and desecrated her breasts, she turned back to me and pushed her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, her full breasts rubbing against my chest, I didn’t hesitate to thrust my prick in and fuck her so hard that she erupted into a series of hissing cries of “××××××××××××××××××…”
I fucked her harder, fucking bitch, I’m not your vibrator!
A while ago, I was at the park to watch the children painting. All the paintings were colorful, except for one child, who was concentrating on painting a spider coiled between the trees. When I asked him why, he said that from his position, he could only see the spider. I thought he was a philosopher.
Erotic stories can span three generations or zoom in at one point in time, and this is what I’ve been inspired by my little friend to share with you.