(i)
And his wife after coexisting, the two of us sitting under the window chatting, that is a piece of floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight slanting into, a good piece of silver, reflecting the silver, looking at his wife’s smiling face, the heart is full of warmth, his wife to take the tea utensils, to be to boil water, I stopped her, luring her into the arms of his wife smiled, but also echoed my embrace.
“Do you love me?”
“Love.”
“No regrets?”
“No!”
Satisfied with the answer, my wife got up and poured me a glass of red wine.
“Do you still love me?”
“Eh!”
“What do you mean?”
“Ugh, 85%!”
“Why not 100%?”
“Just a little bit!” Wifey giggles.
（”85% satisfaction, 85% man, 85% life.) （”I had a golden age of 100% too!)
100%? That’s at the bottom of the memory. There’s no such thing as 100% after failing the high school JCSE!
(This kid is good at everything but – less hard work.)
(Your son’s grades are fine, but he’s just – he’s a little bit scatterbrained.)
（You’re in a good position. – Why don’t you clench your knees?)
(The proposal’s fine – you need to watch out for typos.)
(Hubby, you’re so good, so good, just ten more seconds, just ten more seconds!)
That’s my life, right? 85% life, 85% man.
In the opposite side of the rattan chair to sit down, her body has been out of shape, no longer enchanting appearance, only in the eyebrows vaguely have a little bit of half of the former daintiness, although she also tried to catch a trace of the tail of youth, everywhere body shaping, weight loss, but no way the years are not forgiving, the time god can not let her go after all.
Years down the road we have long been accustomed to each other, the occasional disagreement is mostly for the children’s discipline issues, in short, generally we are in accordance with the road that has been taken by the previous step, perhaps a little bit of regret in the heart, the joint efforts to create a home is, after all, cozy.
Wife fiddled with the tea on the candlestick candle wicks, trying to make the candle brighter, this is one of the few she still retains the romantic, candlestick has some history, is a souvenir of a trip to the bar, when and where because of what to buy early no longer remember, but it is the age of the more old but the more crystal bright, which is also attributed to the wife’s diligence in cleaning up.
Now she is finally busy, no longer have something in hand, sitting there upright, hands placed on the knee, some Japanese women taste, and some of the posture of the elementary school students to concentrate on listening to the lesson, her long hair in a few years ago, cut, for fear of being called the old goblin, although I like women with long hair, look at her, it is not quite match, no matter how to go with her, and today’s short hair is good to show that the taste of the female strong man, and in turn permeated by a stream of Kindness, the boss’s girlfriend is like her, always tired in her arms called mom.
A time to fall silent, twenty years of husband and wife, and then talk is also that a few sentences, not as good as sitting quietly to enjoy the moonlit night serenity, wife is ice-cold smart, see I do not speak also do not come to Luo soap, the night is very deep, some coolness, wife’s slightly thin morning jacket is a little loose, revealing smooth skin, I want to go over to cover up for her, but still do not want to get up, silently look at the section of the exposed breasts, wife saw me staring at her look at some shame and amnesty, gently reset on it. I’m not going to get up, but I’m still not going to get up.
I turned my eyes to the window, the glass window reflected the candlelight, and it gathered everything in the room. I leaned close to the window and shielded my head from the light and looked out, the hot air I exhaled immediately formed a light mist on the glass, blocking the night view of the Danshuei River… I put my head on the glass window, and the similar scene caused my mind to roll back… Human memories are extremely unreliable… The love affair with Ting Ting, which was so deeply engraved, was the entirety of my life… ( Maybe 85% again? Otherwise, how could I have separated from her?) Today, only two scenes remain in my memory, and even in my dreams, these two scenes recur over and over again, and I can’t put together the rest of my memories. Perhaps I should have taken notes on the happiness we had back then, or perhaps I should have forgotten all about it, but memories can be tricky, and they tend to leave a trace of something behind, and always leave you thinking and thinking and thinking about it.
One of the scenes, I was lying on the classroom window sill, looking at the students and teachers coming and going, the two most beautiful, one is naturally Ding Ding, the other is the art teacher, back then is Ding Ding walked past, the teacher will then pass, every day I have to wait for them to pass I can not settle down to read, the first time of the stunned, forty years later in the dream, is still stimulating my heart, every time I woke up in awe, especially Ding Ding, has become a form of beauty. beauty in a form that no beauty can ever replace.
I like Zheng Chouyu’s poems, I can not help but fantasize about riding a horse slowly on the green stone board, and then look up at the tightly closed window casement of the Izumi eclipsed, this memory of a youthful love of my brother, now seems a bit ridiculous, the state of mind at the time was very complex, today I think, my brother when not to give up for the Joint Entrance Examination and she it! In this examination season, after thinking about, for the text to remember.
Erotic portrayal of blasphemy ding ding, if not have to erotic articles to be able to post here, I only in the sequel to the appropriate place to join. Thank you for spending this sentimental night with me.
(ii)
In my dreams, Tintin always turns lightly at the end of the corridor, shakes her hair and smiles at me with her teeth showing, and then stops, like a common technique used in advertisements. The truth is that she is always in a hurry and pays little attention to the people and things around her, but I like my dreams, I like the way she treats me with this gesture, it makes me feel warm and happy, and dreams are always supposed to be more beautiful than reality, aren’t they.
Outside the window of the Danshui River is not to smell the stench of the side of the lights to decorate it without blemish, the traffic is less than during the day a lot of vehicles flashing white burning headlights silent and fast speed, his wife is still sitting quietly accompanied by the side, I apologized for smiling at her, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up the red wine and sipped it lightly.
Ding Ding also likes red wine, especially the kind of home-brewed, sweet and fragrant wine, I tried to brew for her once, that year Taiwan’s economy has not yet taken off, east and west to borrow a sum of money for private brewing, secretly hiding the wine urn under the bed, a full half a year to guard it, to be opened, the dark amber color immediately captured her heart, I noticed that she left tears in the corners of her eyes due to surprise, she gently picked up the cup to sip, and then sip again, I look forward to! I look forward to her appreciation, eyes in her face, she snuggled over, I lowered my head in her mouth to find the residual sweetness, that is my first kiss, less than three hundred days from the Joint Entrance Examination.
Memory can’t tell where the sweetness and fragrance of her mouth comes from, maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s her gentleness, or maybe it’s just my fantasy, years later, I licked the corners of my mouth and still felt that sweet fragrance.
Long narratives are really unnecessary, memories are always like MTV, one image from the east, one image from the west, jumbled and disordered, usually we like to pick some interesting or beautiful scenes to play again and again, so is my ding ding memory, “How did she and I fight?” That part has been eliminated from the file, “There must have been some unpleasantness?” I call out to the memory. Of course there wasn’t, every moment with Tintin is a beautiful memory!
Thank you for all the advanced encouragement, in fact, to reveal the hidden stories in the heart is not easy, formed scars, often seeping blood, deliberately want to forget the emotions, always inadvertently under the sudden awakening, no one on the network familiar, perhaps it is a good place to vent their feelings!
Summer afternoon, the countryside of Southern Taiwan, everything is in silence, the sun is raging, who do not want to top the sunshine with their own bad, summer heat is just sleep, is not it?
I woke up from my dream, the fan was still swinging by my feet, but it still couldn’t bring any coolness, and I couldn’t hear any sound except the cicadas’ chirping, so I couldn’t help the heat and humidity, so I took off all my clothes, sat in front of the fan, and turned it up to the maximum power.
Strong wind from the chest and abdomen into, triggering a burst of relief, nipples by the cold wind stimulation abruptly erect, I took out a towel to wipe the body of sweat, beech wood floor because of sitting for a long time and left a streak of watermarks on the stock, I simply put the towel pad in the stock under the legs, so the wind swept the lower part of the black and dense pubic hair along with the wind flipping, I fiddled with them, trying to make them fall in one direction, or to the center of the pussy slit to the I fiddled with them, trying to get them to fall back in one direction, or to spread out in the center of my pussy slit, but the strong wind always made it difficult for me to get what I wanted, and my pussy was oozing slightly under the constant flicking of my fingers.
I picked up a corner of the towel to wipe away the liquid, but the more I wiped, the wetter it got. Seeing that my pussy nucleus was already protruding from the slit, I gently pressed it down with my middle finger to bring it back into the slit, but it stretched its neck even more and popped out. The secretion of the liquid was even more intense, I bent down to get a glimpse of the flooding scene, but I missed it by a little bit, and still couldn’t see it all, the slippery love juice quickly filled my fingers and palms, I spread them around my pussy, and as my fingers spread them, the range was also widening.
David once said that I am a horny girl, maybe? According to David, thick pubic hair is already a sign of a slut, if coupled with the love juices, it is simply Pan Jinlian, sometimes I can not help but wonder why there are so many sexual fantasies, this kind of problem is difficult to talk about, David how to say how to count, can not be confirmed.
The finger on my pussy nucleus gradually increased in speed, and the secretions from underneath almost soaked the towel underneath me. The length and diameter of my middle finger made me feel even more empty, “David, Da…” I was thinking of the pleasure of the thick shaft penetrating into my pussy, but my pussy understood that this was not the case, so I clenched my legs together and rubbed my wrist harder I clenched my legs and rubbed my wrists together, and finally a spasm came from my vagina, and I kept myself in front of my orgasm, “Save it for later,” I said to myself, “David, I only want you!”
I don’t reject masturbation, I don’t like it either, it’s just a substitute for sex after all, the book says that women will never know what an orgasm is if they don’t have a vibrator with them, but I hate the cold hardness of it, and the unusual jiggling of it, so maybe the message in the book is a counter-argument to the pleasure of the dildo’s jabs?
David often boasted about the greatness of his manhood and the superiority of his performance, I don’t know, I only ever had skin to skin with him, but he did make me orgasm again and again and never let me down, David’s manhood was really big and strong, it was not small when it was not lifted up, and when it was opened up, the veins were all over the place, and the head of the glans was full of purple, which was pretty scary, and it was as good as a foreigner’s in a porno movie. I like him to enter my body from the back, it often makes me feel very, very full, it seems that I always have to stretch my pussy to the limit to accommodate it, and I can also feel the rhythmic jabs, especially when it is hard, it will often bring in the air to form a constant rippling sound, it is the best of the obscene sound, which is not possible to appreciate the normal position.
What patterns would the sweat leave on the floor as I rolled over onto my back, my breasts protruding from the side of my chest as they were squeezed? I wondered, but still had no intention of getting up to see if there would be two hollows in the sand as depicted in the cartoon, David loved to squeeze my breasts, he would always hold them tightly against me and let them press against his chest until I couldn’t breathe, or he would grab them with both hands and squeeze them as hard as he could, but of course there were moments of gentle touch, when he would gently suck the tips of the nipples and hold them in adoration, and I always returned the favor with a “gush” of pleasure, no matter what David did to them. No matter what David did to them, I always returned the favor with a “gush”.
Lower body is still residual afterglow of the previous impulse, at this moment actually began to stir again, perhaps the unfinished music is still to be continued, I searched for the object of fantasy in my mind, but for a while I could not make up my mind, David is too real, he is suitable for embracing sex at night, the tenderness and coziness of the dream is not suitable, Qin Han, Qin Xianglin is too unreal and far away, I put my hand in the chest and gently stroked the object of fantasy, but it is still blank. The object of my fantasies remains blank.
Distant shadow quietly floating on, is a small winter, is he forgot me, I also long forgotten him, the first love of the youth has actually been in the heart version of the erase, light wine flavor seems to be still hovering in the mouth, the last scene is he kissed my lips, it is a good situation, I am determined to continue to the end.
After a long wait, Winter finally pushed his tongue in, I closed my eyes to picture the sex scene, my hands had climbed to the top of the peaks, and my fingers were rubbing on them, what would Winter do? What would Tone do? Would he suck on them, marveling at their whiteness and softness? Would he lift up his skirt and fondle my bottom? Or would he just sit back and watch me perform my slutty act? A sudden wave of misery washed over me, and I finally hid my face and cried out in pain.