This story is for my dear J. It’s about seeing this weird world through your eyes.
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Chapter 1: Life
As usual, the couple had a quiet breakfast together. He reads his first page and I look at the supplement. It’s not really about gender, it’s just that a newspaper is supposed to be read separately, so wouldn’t it be strange for everyone to grab the same page?
Five years of marriage, huh! It’s good. There’s no reason to say it’s not good, is there? Everything has been lived in normalcy and reasonableness.
He buys breakfast, I clean up the mess, concentric. Sex once a week, sometimes orgasmic, sometimes not. A small apartment with sixteen years left on the mortgage, a savings book that would keep us alive for six months without working. Plans to maybe make a baby tomorrow in a concerted effort.
Life has nothing to complain about, it’s perfectly normal. All families are the same, aren’t they?
It’s almost nine o’clock, each packing up their things and kissing. Waiting for the bus in the same location, but riding in the opposite Mercedes Benz car, this is life, right?
I’m a salesman and so is my husband, but I’m mostly in advertising. Not too many field opportunities, clients are mostly fixed. I’m actually lazy, don’t really like to run on the streets, and hate the chaos of Taipei.
In the morning, the vice president said there was a new client who wanted me to go over and take a look, I think the vice president himself didn’t have much heart, but it was always a chance to try it out!
I had a lunch date at noon, which wasn’t too far away, and I was wondering if I could stay late enough to not go back to the office in the afternoon.
The client was a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty! He doesn’t look like a businessman, but you can tell he’s smart when he opens his mouth. However, this does not have much to do with me, I do not have to make this deal. I just very honestly will be some of the written performance to him, the data are very real, even if it is a fake is not outrageous.
Things were done talking before 1:30, and there were no concrete answers, and maybe there was a better chance of not closing the deal. He put on his glasses and asked if I needed a ride with him. Uh-huh! That’s about right, at this age you should have presbyopia.
I smiled and told him if he wasn’t bothering. Then I was honest enough to say that I didn’t really want to go back to the office like that, but I wanted to go home and rest anyway since I was already out.
He laughed, the man was actually quite charming, all men are charming in middle age I guess! He said he was lucky I wasn’t on his staff, and I laughed out loud.
The imported cars are comfortable to ride in, just not very cold, plus Taipei is crowded. We chatted on the way and talked about each other’s backgrounds. His wife works as a purchasing supervisor for another company, and his kids are not too far behind me! He’s going to college, a worried father.
The car was really stuffy, but I knew it would be worse if I opened the windows. He looked at me, took out his handkerchief and stuck it in his sweat and apologized that European cars are like that.
When I arrived home, I politely asked him if he wanted to come in and sit down for a while. For a cool breeze and a cold drink, he didn’t very politely say yes.
He curiously wandered around the three-ping large living room. I said that we as a couple only have enough money to buy a house of this size, and when we have children in the future the study will be gone. He just smiled and said it’s good to be young. I then said you don’t look old! He said look? Then we laughed together.
He pushed his glasses and said, “You look like one of my girlfriends when I was young. I responded, “You look like one of my old boyfriends too. Heh! Anyone can see what he means by that. I’ve heard this kind of lame opening line too many times.
He walked over to me and took off his jacket: ‘What time does your husband get off work most days?’
‘Whoops! It’s hard to say, but it’s always seven or eight!’ Then I turned my back to him and placed my half-drunk drink’s on the tea .
He wraps his arms gently around me from behind and kisses my earlobe. That’s normal isn’t it? I knew it when he said the opening line, I just hadn’t come with anyone else at home.
I tilted my head back and his hands began to wander to my breasts, a masterpiece. Uh-huh! I love masters, they always know where your body needs it and they don’t let you down.
I moaned softly.
‘Bedroom?’
I’m not used to people undressing me, I undress my clothes one by one myself, I’m not going to leave some of them on, it’s pointless. It’s hard for a man to undress in connection with beauty, it’s a bit clumsy, but I don’t help men undress either, I don’t please people I don’t love.
He doesn’t plan on pleasing me too much, which is good. Pleasing each other is supposed to happen in a lasting relationship, and obviously we’re not going to have a lasting relationship. Right now we are nothing more than self pleasers, I need a dildo to fill and he needs a hole to vent, very self fair.
He came right up close when he realized my hole was already wet. He was really good at this, he knew which side to stab me on. Arching my back, I came in waves of pleasure and met his thrusts. After a while I started to feel a tingling deep in my womb and I knew an orgasm was coming. There was a haze before my eyes and my whole body tensed as the orgasm crashed like an ocean wave, then went slack. He understood, and he stopped to let me rest, kissing my nipples gently.
He asked me to turn around and lie on my back. It felt so good to come in as it was even wetter and my pussy still contained the love juices from the orgasm I had just had. I could feel the love juice running down my thighs and it made me proud. He ran his hand over my nub and then flicked it over my asshole, I knew he just had to wet his fingers.
There was a pain as my finger entered my asshole, a pain that contained pleasure, and I started to go crazy. Maybe it was the pleasure caused by an illusion in my mind! It made me feel like two people were fucking me. Anal doesn’t make me come, it only makes me crazy, but it’s not good for too long. He hinted that I was going to go in my asshole and I shook my head, while fingers would drive me crazy, dildos would break me, and I didn’t like breaking down in front of strangers.
He asked me if he could cum inside. I like older men, they are more considerate. I thought yes, it’s safe for today. He poked it deep and then started to cum, I love the feeling.
I quickly detached myself from him and went to the bathroom to wash my body. Not out of disgust, but just because of a feeling I couldn’t describe. This relationship is just an emotional reaction! It’s not about love, it’s like wanting to take a shower after a workout to wash away the sweat, it’s not based on an aversion to exercise, and it doesn’t detract from the pleasure of the afterglow. After I got dressed I walked out to show him that he could go and tidy up.
He kisses me at the door and asks me next time? I shook my head. I see relief in his eyes, and suddenly both of us understand what the other is thinking and laugh.
I knew the aftermath of this relationship, which was that I was bound to be unable to rest properly for the rest of the afternoon, and I would have to clean everything up with the swelling in my thighs. Hopefully there would be time for a good masturbation session later, I loved to masturbate afterward, and that was perhaps even more important than cheating. Cheating is just a way of materializing some of the fantasies and making the ensuing fantasies a little more real.
The man is the same as before, appearing by chance and disappearing forever. His business will be in the hands of someone else, and maybe it won’t be closed at all.
My mind still greedily breathes in the odor of man in my body. Turn on the vacuum cleaner to remove every hair that may have been left behind, and the man odor will disappear at the same time as dear husband arrives home.
Chapter 2: Work
It’s hard to say I like this job, but it gives me some free time, which is probably why I’ve been doing it for almost seven years! Although I don’t need to run around much now, I still long for the days when I rode my motorcycle around Taipei.
Li came to me with a frustrated look on his face, he was the weaker of the group, kind of like me when I first started out. He had a dilemma, the other side of the procurement hard to pressure the price to a cost edge, apparently he met an insider.
To the other side of the company has to be ten o’clock thirty, as a supervisor at this time must appear, based on a kind of respect for each other it!
Not surprisingly it was a female purchasing agent. She introduced herself as the Purchasing Associate for the metals department of the company. I quickly put some data in front of her, I wasn’t going to lie, when you meet an expert you have to be honest.
It wasn’t a difficult business, the other party clearly had a desire to buy our stuff, it was just a matter of them testing to see if they could get it a little lower. We agreed that we could sign next week, and by this time it was nearly noon.
I smiled and offered to invite her to lunch, saying that my commission was enough for a night of revelry. She smiled and said that she had a fairly good idea of how much I could personally make and that she wouldn’t eat enough to make me lose money. The two of them laughed at each other.
At lunch I sized up this woman, hmmm! Early thirties, a little older than me! Pretty? OK, slender, not voluptuous. I didn’t feel her femininity when we were talking about business, but this time she put her hair down, which made my lower abdomen burn a little.
Background, married, one child in kindergarten, I didn’t ask her husband. This white-collar class family combination should all be about the same, and in three or five years my family might be the same.
Walking out of the restaurant after dinner, a heat wave ushers in the streets of Taipei. I asked her about her afternoon work hours, and she didn’t hesitate to say she had to be in by three o’clock. Uh-huh! A clear and simple hint. I’m not very handsome, but I know I look sincere enough to be non-threatening. So as opposed to this kind of mid-afternoon incident is not uncommon for me.
I love the cool air in hotels, it makes you cozy. She undressed very carefully and hung her clothes in the closet one by one on hangers. Of course, she waited to go to work without losing her cool.
This woman’s ass is quite plump, originally set in a narrow skirt can not be seen. She opened the bedspread naturally, and her movements were just like at home without a trace except that what I saw was a completely naked woman.
When I kissed her, she didn’t respond very enthusiastically, but her bottom was quite wet. There wasn’t a lot of foreplay and we both knew there wasn’t much time. She unashamedly grabbed my cock and guided me inside her. Quite compact, not quite like a woman with children.
Once inside I wasn’t in a hurry to pump, too much haste would cause one to lose control all at once, I needed to get used to this new body temperature first. Slowly kissing her nipples, she closed her eyes and I knew she was enjoying herself. The nipple hardens and a little squeeze lets out a light amount of lotion, which must be the only thing that tells me she’s had a baby! The hair was thick, the pubic hair on her lower body was not very curly, it was thick and smooth and had a beautiful sheen to it from the love juices. I started pumping.
Her cries were low, soft. Her body, however, was catering violently, matching the rhythm quite perfectly; this was a woman who would enjoy herself. She was riding me, and I could clearly see my cock moving in and out of her pussy, love juices running down to my crotch and onto the sheets. At first she didn’t move very vigorously and I knew she was trying to figure out where she wanted to be. Quickly I knew she had found it because she started bobbing up and down, her hair dancing.
Extremely large amounts of love juice suddenly flowed from her vagina, and I could feel out her womb contracting, clamping down on my cock, and then loosening up. She lay on top of me, gently biting my nipples and gasping for air.
‘I like sports, but I’m not usually too free, so by chance…’ A very calm tone.
It was the first conversation we had had since we came in, and watching her writhing underneath me quickly made me cum. I pulled out and she helped me at the last minute, cumming on her smooth belly.
She held up her left hand to check her watch, got up and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She came out in less than five minutes and then started to get dressed, switching to me to get cleaned up a bit.
When she came downstairs she pulled four hundred dollars out of her purse and gave it to me. Hmm! Exactly half the money for the room. Heh! It was her place, near my office that strip I knew the price better. I didn’t refuse.
She kissed me in the elevator. We all know the rules, this case is Lee’s and I will not be picking up the action behind it, and I have quite a group. I think this may be our only meeting, and I know that even if we had the chance to meet, she would not recognize me and would not accept my offer.
Chapter 3: The Family
Home is always warm. The man picked up the first cigarette and walked out onto the balcony beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, inhaled deeply and watched as the spark from the cigarette lit up for a moment and then dimmed.
The man looked at the woman inside the house lazily curled up on the sofa watching TV, just as the woman looked back at him and smiled at each other, the two of them like some kind of telepathy. The man thought to himself that this woman is really good, I am a lucky man.
The woman looked at the man smoking and thought to herself that this is home! The thought stirred a sudden feeling of happiness in the woman’s chest.
People didn’t think much of us at first, so who knew we could be so in love? A smile spreads across the woman’s lips as she turns back to continue watching her beloved television.
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This is perhaps a modern day version of a scene from Snow White’s post-wedding life, and the story is taken from a movie I watched in high school. It’s very long ago and I don’t remember much of the details, but I quite enjoyed it.
Where is the eternal way for men and women to get along? This is the answer I have sought all my life, and I know that I cannot find it in my lifetime.
But is sex really this absolute? I can’t imagine it being portrayed in movies or erotic novels, at least not in my personal life. I’ve tried to capture something from the more practical experiences around my life, hoping to reflect more realistically the anxieties and desires of sexuality, especially of women. I’m trying to break down the values that people place on lovers and families, and maybe I can’t do much about it, but at least it will give me a clearer view of what’s ahead for me and my darling.