Short Piece! I hope you (you) will enjoy it!
I put on my favorite clothes, but also your favorite clothes, an ultra-short blue plaid skirt, with a fitted shirt and black tight V-neck jacket, thighs wearing translucent stockings, plus a pair of beige thin-heeled slippers, I look so slick, so free, as always you praised me: “Ru, you’re a beautiful and smart little vixen. ” A leprechaun is a person who can captivate your mind, your eyes and your desires in everything.
You also love to see me wearing this white loose silk panties, I wear in the narrow skirt, like clouds like Shu Mi, it has no pattern, no lace and even no lining, just hanging high on my hip bones, give me immense tender care.
You were once so gentle, like the March wind and the warm winter sun.
“Such as! I like to see you in white underwear.” You say.
“Why?” I asked, when I was lying in the crook of your arm, wearing nothing but the underwear you love.
“Your skin is a healthy chocolate color, and in white underwear it’s like chocolate milk, it’s just right, I can feel the cleanliness, the sexiness, and the vitality, and of course the throbbing desire to tease…”
“A throbbing tease of desire? Pfft…” I’m amused by you.
How many nights have we lain in our cot, you holding me, me relying on you, my skin pressed against your warm chest, my nostrils breathing in your masculine scent, my hips feeling your throbbing vitality.
Then you would kneel at my feet in reverence, and as if savoring a sacrament, you would suck my toes, my ankles, my calves, my thighs, my belly, my navel, my breasts, my neck, right down to my panting lips. You’re bad, always making me feel empty and tingly, and then filling it with overwhelming tenderness to suppress it. Deliberately making me panic only to be followed by a deeper certainty.
Emptiness is hard to live with, whether it’s physical or mental, that endless night with you I have a brief emptiness, physical, compelling, I can only avoid your gaze with a look of shame, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, while your gaze is bright as a torch, your lips and tongue as sharp as arrows, my uterus contracted, my pubic lips are full of shame, and shamefully, I can always feel my lower body burning, love juices in the pussy I can always feel my lower body burning, my love juices overflowing in my vagina, and the longing for fulfillment spreading out in wisps and strands.
“My chocolate milk must be good with fructose…” You always laughed at me like this, with the tip of your nose carrying crystallized love juice.
You are so bad, but so gentle, holding my ass, you carefully licked every crepe, every groove, even my most humiliating bud, I always dare not look at what you do to it, it makes me incredibly ashamed, I can only close my eyes and listen to your breath, listen to your chirping sucking and licking, and at the same time, feel the dirty hole from the killing pleasure.
It’s always in the emptiest corners that I climb onto the life-saving driftwood and begin to float and sink.
I tie on the golden onion silk scarf you gave me, PRADA brand, by which I can feel your eternal warmth and love in the slightly cool early fall.
I started to organize my bag, there are not many things to bring on a long trip, just the memories of you. A Japanese-speaking Good Morning Cat, a whole set of Kitty Cats you lined up to buy for me at McDonald’s, a peace talisman from Yongsan Temple, a CD of you singing, CUGGI’s perfume, CD’s purse, a few diamond rings from DE-BEERS, and of course, a lot of beautiful moments you and I shared – a big album of photographs, and a bouquet of love letters.
Although you have outstanding talent, but you never cheated, I know around you beside a lot of women, are on you eyeing, hate to immediately swallow you into the belly. I was afraid of, because I met your chairman of the board of directors of the gold Fang Hua and the stewardess Li Ping I can not not be ashamed of themselves, the first time in the company met at the banquet, they are bright like the stars in the sky, and I am only a small flower in the world, I hide to the balcony, a person to see the grassy hill of the cold night, the house of wine and song and the outside of the house is a quiet night silence, I would like to half the night to let them, and only three minutes, my I wanted to give half the night to them, and only three minutes later, I felt your warm body heat on my spine.
“Such as! How did you sneak out to the balcony?” You ask behind me, kissing my earlobe.
“I feel suffocated and breathless. I don’t think I’m fit for this occasion…”
“What’s wrong! Is everyone acting too much as if they were putting on a play…”
“No, no, no… it’s that I’ve intruded into another world, where all of you are noble, proper, and graceful, while I’m plain, slow, and like an ugly duckling.”
“Why has my little leprechaun become so unsure of herself? You’re not an ugly duckling, you’re Cinderella, oh… no, you’re a beautiful princess, a genie who has fallen into the mortal world, the brightest star in my heart.”
“Do you know how anxious I was when I suddenly couldn’t find you? My glory is no longer savory without you to watch over it.”
I know what you said is true, because in the group photo of the award in the gallery on that day, you looked anxiously toward the balcony, the limelight flashed, but it further emphasized your pallor. You were looking for me, looking for my back, looking for my lonely back standing on the balcony.
Although we live together, but you always arrive home before seven o’clock, like a responsible husband, no matter rain or shine, no matter how busy, you are on time with a smile on your face to open the door, to take me to the restaurant, or with me in the kitchen in the darkness of the day, I thought this is marriage, a kind of mutual belonging to the soul of the fellowship, and the world rituals are just the heart of the false reconfirmation.
I seem to see you pushing in the door with a smile and a full autumn air, and I should have added a scarf to give warmth to your thin neck, but the bags are packed, and your beloved scarf is piled up in the innermost compartment, and I should not have given it to you at this time. There is not much, except for the furniture that I cannot take with me and several closets of clothes, I have done my best to take with me the three years of auspiciousness with you. Thank you for giving me more laughter and joy and less emptiness and helplessness.
I’m still considering whether I should bring that diary with me, which records many of your thoughts, your love for me, from the time I met you at the Sincere Bookstore three years ago, from the coffee-scented early fall afternoon to the first light of day, and then the two of us fell in love, lived together, and made love countless times to create a sweet track of time.
This time when you were out of the country, I felt an overwhelming emptiness, not only in my body, but also in the bottom of my heart, and I longed for your scent, your taste.
The first day, I hugged the pillow you often sleep, soaked in your unique hair fragrance quietly shed tears, you call the transatlantic phone back, I cried and said I miss you, want you to come back to accompany me. You scolded me silly, said only the first day only, in the blink of an eye you will be able to come back. I made a scene and did not comply, you persuade and persuade even coaxed me finally tricked me into the dreamland.
The next day I went home, it was an autumn windy dusk, just like the day we first met, the street with a heavy sense of loneliness, I pushed open the door, the slanting sun through the floor-to-ceiling windows to make the house even more empty, I washed the rice, picking vegetables to prepare for dinner, until seven o’clock remembered that you are thousands of miles away from the countryside, I miss you, crazy want you, rummage through the closet and I found a pair of underwear you have not been washed, the panty part of the yellow stains, I do not know if it is you over me will be the liquid stains on both of us or your bad thing pee left behind the filth, it does not matter. I don’t know whether it was your love juice that you leaked on me or the filth left behind by your bad thing peeing, but it doesn’t matter, what I want is just your scent, your body odor, and the thick and cold fishy smell on the gray panties is not exactly what I want, putting it on for the first time, I blasphemed for the first time, thinking of your red prick constantly going in and out of my pussy lips, and I rubbed my own bottom with a soreness.
But the emptiness is still echoing in the depths of the vagina, I hate the tears, not that I’m a slut, not a day without a man, just the loneliness of the soul doubled the physical emptiness, I deeply long for your voice, breath, and phallus, can not see you to strengthen the intensity of the longing, my pussy in the loneliness of the beast turned into a hideous.
I clearly feel the boiling itch in my vagina, the sides of my thighs are covered with greedy saliva, and the beast of desire is still spitting bubbles and eagerly looking forward to devouring something, I don’t want a hairbrush, I don’t want a bottle of perfume, I don’t want a can of hairspray, and I don’t want my own fingertips, I want you to fuck me with your big cock, to use your fishy cock to me, and to penetrate me with your fiery prick.
Your prick has no wings, and my pussy can’t teleport, I reluctantly put the hairspray can on a condom and inserted it into my swollen pussy, and with tears in my eyes, I submitted to the beast, and you are so bad, you let me come several times even though you are thousands of miles away, and the white, thick love juice on the bedsheets declared that I missed you, and every drop of it flowed out of my uterus, and it’s warm, and it’s thick, and it’s all for you!
I can’t believe you didn’t dial me this night, and as I pined for you to the point of masturbation, so lewd that I penetrated my own pussy with a cold bottle or can, I gasped, but I missed you even more. It’s no longer a physical longing at this point, but a mind-numbing loneliness.
I want to know your heart, I want to find traces of my presence in your daily life. I went through your briefcase, through your drawers, through your cabinets. Your personal belongings are as clean as your person, you write what you should write, you put what you should put, and yet I still find my shadow, which is like a tranquilizer to calm my agitated mind.
I don’t know whether to be thankful or regret finding your journal, I never knew you kept one, and when I accidentally jerked the drawer away and let the inner journal fall out, I flipped through the pages and almost thought I was picking up your heart.
With the apprehension and joy of peeping into other people’s inner world, I read the diary page by page, although close as you, but I still doubt that I actually know you a few points, I do not know whether you laugh when you are joyful? Do you love me when you are tender? Did you feel satisfied when you ejaculated into me? The only thing I know for sure is that when I put on your limp penis and watch you fall asleep, I know that your body is with me at night.
Turned most of the book, my heart as swallowed a bottle full of honey, sweet and so not used, you really love me, as I love you, how many days you repeatedly recounted the love between us, love my beauty, love my little smart, but also love me to stick to you sticky to breathless. You will always cherish and protect me as a sweet little leprechaun.
I almost giggled out loud, who doesn’t love it when they make someone love them to death. But I was surprised to find an amazing transformation in you starting last week.
It was something I didn’t even want to talk about. I looked at the pages of the journal and tears poured out of my eyes, the paper was wrinkled, the words were blurred, but the worst part was that my heart was broken. I vomited, bawled, grieved, and couldn’t believe the words that slid before my eyes, but they were so real, so shocking.
You still love me as you used to, but you even found another possibility of your own lust, that next diary every word, every sentence is the blood and tears of my heart, so that the perfect man I love so much instantly into the ranks of the beast, perhaps I have no right to deny another kind of lust, but I can not accept the heart of the change.
You’re the heart! You’re cheap! It was only a short blackout when you put on Andy’s sweaty shirt and you said you had a wonderful feeling in your heart, a throbbing that you couldn’t describe, and then the next day when Andy was hugging you from behind, you had an erection and you couldn’t escape the touch of Andy’s hand. I couldn’t believe that my penis, which had been inside me thousands of times, was erect in a man’s hand, and you had the nerve to admit in your diary that you had never felt anything like it.
You adore me and you love to conquer me, and you can’t go on denying the countless sexual orgasms I’ve put you through. “I love deeply as but can’t escape Andy’s strong and attractive body.” You wrote that. Run away! Why don’t you run away? How many days have we spent intertwining our bodies together, you panting, me moaning, it couldn’t have been more beautiful, why would you let Andy’s brute of a man touch the territory that I have all to myself. You could have run away, refused, or even punched him in the face, but in the end you left the country with him.
If I had known that I shouldn’t have let you leave the country, five or six days I cried and then vomited, vomited and then continued to cry, I dare not guess is Andy into your body or you into Andy’s body, that is the same make me sick to my stomach, you still dial the phone back every other day late at night, three times I want to have a good time and tell me that you miss me, I guess Andy and you are embracing each other or hugging each other, the thought of the two big men flesh and silk meet the ugly state of my mood is always hovering at the bottom of the valley, I can only hastily close the line. The thought of two big men seeing each other in flesh and blood made my mood hover at the bottom of the valley and I could only close the line hastily.
In the long years to come, I do not know how to share physical love with you, we have known each other for three years, a thousand sweet days, and marriage and old age has become an unfinished road, the day you came home, pushed open the door of the moment is still smiling, like in the past at seven o’clock on time to show up, but also like a big suitcase in the quiet you.
You don’t blame me, and you even closed your eyes with a big smile, and the last thing you said was: “Ru! I love you, but I’m sorry.” The blood gushed over the sheets, with yellowish stains from my masturbation, my lust was covered with your blood, but it never needed to be washed.
I wash your body, every inch of it, every hair, especially the parts I like to put into your body, and I don’t want you to smell like Andy, especially not around your penis. Even though I can’t use your body anymore, I still want you to be clean, clean, and healthy as the first time I met you – that sunny boy with the smell of fall.
The luggage has two big bags, one bag is you, the other bag is with your memories. Outside the door is also the dusk of early fall, the wind is a bit harsh, the sky is particularly spacious, I did not expect you so light, lighter than memories. You can sit well, later pushed on the carriage will certainly feel the bumps, hit the pain you have to say yo! Our journey is not long, the seawall is just beside our cabin, soon we can continue our unfinished road of marriage.
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