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It was a sunny afternoon. Middy had just finished her midterm…
I took her by the hand and went to my dormitory on Kungkwan Street in Bunsan District
A wooden Japanese-style bungalow… with sparse foliage outside the bay window… the white sunlight slanted in… into the world of Middy and me….
The room wasn’t that big… Middy was sitting on the edge of the bed… I was sitting side by side with her… It was the first time we were alone in a room… on the same bed… I realized that… our heartbeats were both beating fast… and our breathing had become rapid… The expression on Middy’s face… revealed a young, student-like adolescent…
Two thin braids hung over Middy’s bare shoulders… She wore a strapless corset on top and a small white ruffled petticoat at the bottom… Middy wasn’t originally dressed like this… It was all my idea… I loved the idea of Middy sitting on my bed, undressed, in the same room with me… and I looked at her with an infatuated gaze at her mysterious girlhood, her enchanting charm, her desire to cover herself up Her shy expression… her eyes… gazing at the green leaves outside the window sill… behind them the warm () greetings of the winter sun…
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It was all very beautiful… very natural… I turned my body on its side… so that Middy was lying flat on her back in the sunlight… My hand slipped into her bra… and with my other hand, I lifted up the hem of her skirt… My lips kissed her face… (I was lying flat on my back next to her…) My feet clamped around her thighs… even as… my bulging desire rubbed upwards… and gradually moved towards the base of Middy’s thigh… Her… The corner of her skirt covered my amorous desires… to hide my unnatural swelling… Middy whispered… so bad… but my badness… is more than that…
On the pretext of teaching Middy “Commercial Calculus”, I put my left hand around the back of Middy’s neck… my face was close to hers… my breath was next to her ear… with my other hand, I climbed up to her back… and unclasped the hooks of her bra… and I placed the book underneath Middy’s bare breast… even though my eyes were on the book, my mind was on her breasts But my mind was… on Middy’s breasts underneath the book… My right hand held the pen… my left hand held Middy’s left breast… I rubbed and softened the sensitive tips of her breasts… Middy’s breasts became even more rounded… a little firm… a little hard… and undulating intensely… as I stimulated them.
I thought… Middy should be angry… I didn’t realize that Middy’s left hand was pointing out the doubts in the book… but her right hand went to my crotch… her palm pressed against my lower swell… she pulled down the zipper of my suit pants… and without moving, she pulled out my enlarged feature from my underwear… she held it carefully… gently moving it up and down… and she looked as innocent as if… nothing had ever happened to her As if nothing had happened..!
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I stammered… I was incoherent… I didn’t know the logic of the book… My hands were shaking… my heart was in turmoil… my emotions were lost… I was subjugated next to Middy… I sighed a long, weak sigh… I closed my eyes with the book… my hands were hanging off the edge of the bed… Middy, however, went further and further… (I felt it)… she took advantage of the panic to kiss me with her lips, right at the very spot where I felt most aroused She took me in, inhaled me, and nibbled on my most hidden erection… She took my entire area into her mouth… Her tongue pressed against the head… tightly… without letting go… A wave of desire shot through me… like a volcano that wanted to explode… burning up to the spinal cord of my chest… a sensation I’ve never experienced before…
Instantly… I wanted to let loose… the desire in my heart… like a hot stream… in Middy’s mouth… in the tenderness of Middy’s heart… but… I held back all the sensations… because… I was afraid that I would dirty Middy’s mouth… and her cheeks… Middy must not be used to this kind of taste… I don’t know if I’m used to it!
Middy’s face slowly turned towards me… with a mischievous smile… she removed her panties in the quickest way possible… and then… in the most natural way possible… she sat down on my thighs… and my body naturally slid into hers… under the cover of her short petticoat… the two most inadvisable places… touched each other… and like a thunderbolt of heaven and fire of earth… we were locked in a state of ecstasy… without a single word… and without a word… we were in a state of ecstasy. We reveled in a mysterious taboo… like walking on the steel cable of life… enjoying the sweet derailment of my relationship with Middy…
It doesn’t matter anymore…
In or out… not so absolute…
Middy shifted her gaze to the window sill… The setting sun was already red and white… The slanting sun shone into this little nest of love… It shone diagonally on Middy’s delicate face… And she… still with a mischievous smile… Her sweet dimples… were filled with the wine of youth… and I… drank too much of it… of her gaze… and I was drunkenly lying underneath Middy’s gentle dress…
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Middy and I had known each other for less than a month… We were close friends who talked about everything on the Internet… Though I had many fantasies about Middy inside, they took off at the end of the screen… and flew into the blue sky, the blue sea, the green mountains… In the tenderness of our new acquaintance, I saw Middy as my wife on the Internet… time and time again, I entered into her heart… and into her body Into the vast ocean of her emotions… into her untouched desires… (Is it true that the “good” woman in a man’s mind is one who has “emotions” but not “desires”?) (Why is it that a woman’s legitimate lust has to be reduced to a kind of sin and punishment… a sacrifice for love?) I love Middy… but I won’t realize my “fantasies” in the real world… It’s easy to get into bed, but hard to get out of it… The spring breeze is weak… and the white flowers are left in tatters…
Love is easy… love is hard… getting into bed depends on chance… getting out of bed depends on intelligence… perhaps… Ons (One night sex) language… has spread an endless fascination on the Internet… love is limited… love is infinite… after a night of passion… how can it be compared to the timelessness and depth of the story of a love affair on paper? I…
Thousands of words… but nothing happened… but in Middy’s mind… what should have happened… already did…
What is the difference between true and false…!
True or False… what regret!