The Love Story of Luo Feifan


This is one of my favorite erotic novels, it is divided into nineteen chapters, I’ve only made it to the fifth chapter, so I’ll put it up first to show my friends. The rest of the chapters will be posted, (I would have liked to post it in Yuan Yuan and Au Bump at the same time, but Au Bump was hit by a big change, the publication area was suspended, so I had to post it in Yuan Yuan) Welcome to re-post it, I only have the right to scan and correct it, I don’t have any rights. ^_^…

To paraphrase MRX’s words, good writing plus good typography makes it look comfortable. Thanks for the good article MRX, I hope you are satisfied with my typography.

(i)

I feel in love with you watching Casablanca Back row in the drive-in show in the flickering light

Casablanca, the oldest of the old Western songs, has always been inseparable from my aloof personality.

The old jukebox in the pub slowly played a dull melody, and I was in the notes, like cowering in a haven for memories.

Love, desire and dreams alike can be defined as an incurable plague, and in the vastness of the world, what makes ordinary me immune? The lonesome, eerily muffled song made my mood swirl irregularly, even humming softly along with the singer.

Nonetheless, I am different from most people. For me, the more I believe in love, the easier it is for my mood to sink into sad situations. Instead of searching or waiting for so-called emotional dependence, it is better to use cynicism to find transient fulfillment in a woman’s flesh.

My taste, however, was such that I could not bury myself in such a more boring act than masturbation. Perhaps I had long since grown tired of intercourse, but perhaps it was also because I feared the emptiness that followed passion, and the mere flesh and youth of a woman simply could not satisfy the latent needs of my heart.

My name is Luo Feifan, not too cheesy but also impossible to be heard; my profession is real estate agent, I earn a good income but I am not considered a handsome man in the eyes of women. The only thing that makes me proud of myself is some superficial but most convincing reasons, such as my height of 182 centimeters, my well-proportioned body and my good-looking face.

Some may doubt it, but at least 70% of the women I know describe me as “handsome,” and the rest mostly as “charming.”

“Lovely” …… or something like that, “nice” is already the most subtle expression.

I looked up slightly at the poster of Aaron Kwok’s oil painting on the wall.

Yes, perhaps my qualifications are not as attractive as those of these so-called divas, yet I am luckier than them in one respect: I can sleep with any woman I want without having to think about artist image or record sales.

It’s usually hard to say about luck, sometimes bad things may not always be bad even though you feel unlucky. It’s as if I hadn’t been forced to undergo a thorough medical checkup, I wouldn’t have had the chance to get to know the gentle and considerate Shanshan.

(ii)

“Did you hear me? I want to have sex with you.” As I repeated my words again, I really wasn’t sure that this girl who was soaking it up in the first-class ward was really willing to forget about the benign tumors in her body and have a physical relationship with me.

“I’ve never been so generous in front of a boy ……” Sam, who had only known her for two days, knelt on the edge of the bed, slowly ripping off the tape, pulling up the IV needle stuck in her wrist, and removing her blue patient’s attire. Her movements continued unabated, however, and it was clear that she wasn’t going to leave her underwear on.

Undressing in front of a man who was still quite a stranger seemed to make Shannon a little nervous, but she was neither going to put on a show nor cover up her attractive figure. For a young girl of less than twenty, her spontaneous and dry behavior indeed left me speechless, and her face and figure were more than enough to inspire great interest in me.

It only took a few dozen seconds for Shannon’s fully nude body to bore into my pupils with the precision of a beautifully framed portrait.

“I know, I know everything.” Sam apparently said something else later, but on such a romantic midnight hour, in such a deserted hospital room with no one else around, I, lying on my side in the hospital bed watching her, had nothing but carnal, primal desires swirling around in my head, and those complicated love dialogues were third-rate dramas I neither wanted to get involved in, nor did I care about.

My eyes lingered on her shy face as I allowed her to lift my hand and place it discreetly on a plump breast. Her skin was so smooth and tender that the searing body heat began to burn from the center of my hand and shot through every vein of my bloodstream, pooling into a roiling urge in my brain.

This simple contact finally forced me to get up and try to recount to her the passionate longing with a kiss.

I rolled off the hospital bed and approached Sam, gently kneading her mesmerizing breasts in an attempt to make her my love affair. My hands slid deftly along the ribs below Sam’s breasts to her bouncy ass. As my cheek slightly touched hers, I gradually felt her sharp, irregular exhale.

Whenever I’m dealing with women, I can never restrain myself from detecting how they produce orgasms.

With a woman like ShanShan standing naked in front of me and posing as if she’s at my mercy, I don’t want to know what actions other men would take in the same situation, yet there’s absolutely no way I’m going to be able to starve myself and give her a pear blossom in a haphazard manner. My experience has taught me very clearly that the quality of lovemaking is always more important than the speed.

“But I’m afraid I don’t know how to do anything, and my boyfriend says every time that sex with me is boring …… “In the dark ward, the azure neon of Dunhua North Road shone vaguely through the window, making her body blossom with a mysterious, primitive sensuality. I could tell by the hot breath on ShanShan’s face how agitated she was. This kind of intense seduction was even more intoxicating than the one-night stands I’d had in the past at the pub. But I knew very well that if I didn’t want to spoil this woman and the night, I had to calm her down first.

“That’s because he didn’t feel you with his heart. Now don’t you say anything, at least so far, I’m not quite like him, am I?” It was certainly not skill that I had to show with such a woman who lacked a sexual resume, but patience. Just as I had done with other women in the past, I stuck my tongue out slightly to lick the shell of Sam’s delicate ear, whispered sweet nothings in her ear, waited until my words caused her to nod a little reassuringly, and then moved my tongue to the side of her mouth, teasing those two luscious lips inch by inch.

My tongue slid wanly over Sam’s lips, as if to entice her to open her mouth, or as if to simply soothe. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips opening and closing at times, seemingly at a loss for words; her body trembled slightly, signaling that my kisses had indeed summoned her true lust.

It wasn’t long before Sam finally wrapped me in a hug from the waistline so that her face was buried between my neck. Her kisses were passionate and heartfelt, as if she was freeing herself from the shackles of her feelings. Her tongue leapt nimbly over the skin of my neck, messy but still making my prick burn with erection.

Through the thin clothing, I felt Shannon shyly swing her waist, letting her dimpled body on my body constantly MoBa. Not only were her breasts heavy and squeezing my chest, but the pubic hair on her pubic bone was stimulating my lust again and again……. Her tighter and tighter embrace finally left my consciousness with only the thought of possessing her.

“Tell me, tell me you love me ……” Shannon seemed a little agitated at this moment. Due to the emotional saturation with the ongoing kiss, her tone mixed with too much love seemed rather slurred. Yet at the mere mention of these flirtations, I had to be careful how I handled the aftermath.

Over the past decade or so, I have embraced countless women. Half of them think I’m a lousy fuck and the other half think I’m an excellent sex partner. Without knowing Sam’s concept of lovemaking, I didn’t want her to think that our intercourse was entwined with love in addition to physical attraction to each other. These thoughtless and sweet words would only bring Sam a lot of unnecessary harm after sex.

Like any woman, my hesitation caused Sam to stop her kissing. Her clear eyes gazed at the side of my face with suspicion too shallow to be real, as if the answer she was so anxious to know was written on my cheek.

I certainly could have told Shannon without hesitation at this point that the love of my life was so much in her hands. This would not only make her behave more devotedly in lovemaking, but also allow me to have my way with her flesh. But I was neither willing to rashly interpret this physical urge as love, nor did I want her to decide from then on that I was her so-called boyfriend and give me feelings more precious than flesh.

“I don’t want to pour out my adoration to you so casually.” Then again, I’m decidedly not a frakking nerd. I gently let Sam rest on my arm and get cozy in the hospital bed. I lay on my side next to her, stroking her warm naked body while looking earnestly into her pupils and ambiguously explaining my position, “Saying I love you should probably be done with a glass of wine and some nice music, while you’re completely intoxicated, not in a hospital room that smells like medicine.”

“But I’m already drunk now, huh? Are you afraid that I will rely on you? You can not worry about this, it’s not like you haven’t seen my boyfriend before.” Shan Shan’s answer makes me laugh a little, it’s almost as if she sees right through me. I smiled and accepted her explanation, but in my heart I grumbled about my lack of accurate judgment of Shan Shan.

“You’re really drunk? Well then, I love you.” I flew through the words Sam wanted to hear, reasoning that her body made me impatient.

In the bleak hospital room, I eagerly leaned down to kiss Sam’s left nipple, letting her nipple linger in my sticky, wet mouth on one side while gently rubbing her other breast with my hand. My tongue kept exploring back and forth over her areola, feeling every tiny protrusion on it.

Sam’s hands were clasped around my head and my hair felt a tugging pain whenever she felt a slightly greater onslaught of sexual pleasure. But that didn’t matter, her petite body squirmed uncomfortably, responding frequently to my flirtations which saved me from having to spend lengthy hours searching for sensitive areas on her body or spoiling the pleasure of our indulgence in each other’s flesh with direct questioning.

My imagination raced through the world Shannon had made with her limbs, and as I tried to guess what position she liked to fuck in, I reached up and caressed her smooth face, tweaking her lips with my fingers. Without much thought, she took my index and middle fingers in one mouthful, letting my fingers intertwine and play with her tongue.

“Is it comfortable?” It seemed a silly thing to ask at Sam’s straightened nipples. My reasoning, which I found to be the most beautiful part of this foreplay, was that she never made a sound.

Sam nodded vigorously, not letting my fingers leave her mouth.

“Scream out if you’re comfortable.” My lips finally left Sam’s puffy breasts and returned to her ear. My hand trailed wet spit as it traveled lightly around the base of her thigh, refusing to touch her private parts directly. I couldn’t deny that doing so was a bit of an attempt to whet her appetite, so that she would inevitably have to initiate her own teasing of me.

“Mmmm ……” Sam’s gasps grew cloudier and heavier, finally becoming low, echoing moans as I guided her. Her moans lingered in the empty hospital room, albeit at a limited volume, yet my delirium grew out of control at the expression on her pretty, hungry face.

Unlike the soft touch of Sam’s thighs and breasts, her legs seemed firm and full of elasticity. My strokes did more than cause the sinews of her legs to twitch slightly intermittently; her well-proportioned legs even curled and hooked around my waist. The movements below her waist were becoming more and more intense, and the pleasure was making extremely beautiful sounds in her throat. I could almost faintly hear the sticky, slippery love juices that were silky and creamy secreting from her pussy.

I played with Sam’s legs with abandon with the palms of my hands, and while her consciousness was gradually reduced to nothing more than the need for intercourse, my libido was giving me further sexual commands through my blood-soaked prick.

Just before I was about to make my move, I intuitively sensed that the convulsions in Sam’s body were indeed more intense than they had been a few minutes before. It was clear to me that she was being tormented by the unending torment of love and lust at this point in her life. I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t, but that if we didn’t chew on every little nugget of sex, the night would be devalued and her position in my heart would plummet.

So my palm shifted the target of my caress, moving to the area of Sam’s pubic mound, allowing her dense pubic hair to stimulate my sense of touch. I let my warm palm touch the skin slightly above her privates, and her passion cooled slightly at that point, her tense muscles loosening up in tandem.

Yet this cooling off was, after all, rather short-lived, and in the case of a woman’s orgasm, it always has to be when she wants it the most to be easily satisfied. Just as Sam thought my teasing was easing up, my fingers began to sweep purposefully over her nub and labia, teasing up the love juices that had long since soaked the sheets.

“Hiss ……” Sam inhaled deeply, the sensitivity not letting me down. She rolled over and snuggled close to me, her hands wrapping around her armpits to climb over my shoulders, and I felt a pain in my shoulder, thinking that her nails must be clawing at my skin in a profound way.

The lustful water roaming in her private parts made me admit that ShanShan’s physiological effects in terms of sexual intercourse were very surprising to men. Her boyfriend’s so-called boredom, I’m afraid, is just the guy’s excuse for not being able to satisfy Shannon. As it was, whenever I mischievously moved my finger away from her pussy nucleus, she wiggled her hips vigorously, trying to bring her pussy back into contact with my finger. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine what was so boring about this woman.

“You want it, don’t you?” I tested Sam with the question, and the pleasure prevented the ground from giving a full answer, just pursing her lips and nodding with an uncontrollable moan.

“But what if I don’t want to give it to you yet?” I tweaked near Sam’s pussy lips a couple times and simply shoved my index finger right into her pussy. Her torso shuddered and another sharp pain shot through my shoulder. But being in Sam’s cave, with such rich, warm love juices wrapped around my finger, made me truly forget everything around me and just want to share this soul-crushing hour with her.

“Ahh …… hiss …… come straight in, please, I really can’t take it anymore …… ah… …” my fingers gently twirled and moved in and out of the inner walls of Sam’s vagina as Sam whispered slightly obliviously into my ear. After hearing those words, I could almost feel the semen seeping out of my prick in my pants.

As I gently pulled my finger out of Sam’s privates, her torso throbbed violently again.

“Get up and I’ll help you undress.” Sam adjusted her breathing as she sat up with her arms around my neck and untied the knot in my hospital gown. For the first time since I’d been teasing her, she seemed so forthcoming.

“Shhh …… what’s the rush? I don’t want to casually trash your beauty like your boyfriend.” I still had Sam lay down on the hospital bed and stripped myself naked as well.

I got up and shifted the bed’s supports, changing the angle of the bed so that I could taste her love juices on one side and admire her face as she reveled in her sexuality on the other.

I stood at the end of the bed gazing at Sam, and although the cold air in the hospital room wasn’t strong enough to make the air a bit heated, visually, I appreciated the lovemaking scene. Sam just lay there lazily, tiny beads of sweat coalescing on every inch of her skin, the faint light painting her completely naked, flawless body with a bright blue glaze, shyness causing her to turn her head away and gasp slightly, unable to face my forced gaze.

Shannon’s slightly mysterious sensuality caused the hot current filling my lower body to grow stronger and stronger, desperate for catharsis or liberation.

Sexual desire overwhelmed my rationality in a flash, I hurriedly got into bed and buried my head between Sam’s sweat and pubic hair. The capillaries on the inside of her thighs emitted a rich, fragrant scent, causing me to grab her sweat-soaked legs and involuntarily stick out my tongue, frequently flicking her body fluid-strewn pussy lips as well as sucking on her luscious nub.

“Mmmm …… give it to me, I want it, hurry up and give it to me …… mmmm ……” Shannon frowned tightly, her hands forcefully Clasping the sheets, her torso flipped and squirmed violently, the sweat rolling on her forehead and cheeks set off her beauty. A few moments later, the beads of sweat on ShanShan’s skin and the sensuality of her skin were running together in my mind in a chaotic and unorganized way, and the moan that suddenly came out of her throat was getting clearer and clearer, and it was shaking me with a sound.

“Come on, let’s do it.” At this moment, I could no longer be satisfied with just caresses and kisses. I finished whispering in her ear, took hold of my long erected firm prick and slid it smoothly into her long wet and moist cunt!

“Ah……” Shannon’s unbridled cry erupted violently from the side of her mouth, and the act of penetration caused an immediate electric shock of pleasure to spread from the shaft to my entire body…… Oh, I believe, I I’m sure Sam was just like me!

Our bodies overlapped in sweat, desire pressing against my lower body, causing my prick to move in and out of her pussy slowly and aggressively; her hands left the crumpled sheets and gripped my hips, dancing in time with the rhythm of the pumping; and my hands roamed her soft, warm body, and the tip of my tongue continued to sweep the nape of her neck.

“Ah……faster……faster……” Shannon’s waist swayed violently in time with my movements, which, combined with the burning cunt, was almost about to bring me to a reverie of ejaculation. But it was still early, and even though her cries were so mellow, like a cup of fragrant schnapps, there was no way I was going to let the fucking end in just about five minutes.

It was only the time of smoking a cigarette, Shan Shan’s whole body was completely indulged in sex, she used all her body’s faculties to constantly stimulate me, and I had to admit that I shouldn’t have treated her as a raw talent who didn’t know anything earlier. When it came to sex, she was indeed much sluttier than I had imagined.

No, I really can’t, the speed of my pumping is getting faster and faster due to ShanShan’s active cooperation, and although her skillfulness can give me higher pleasure, if her hips keep rocking like this, I might not be able to make her climax at all. When it comes to Sam, I don’t want to be like a whore, where ejaculation is the ultimate goal. I’d have to change my movements anyway and regain the whole rhythm during intercourse.

“Well …… don’t, don’t pull it out ……” so thought, my pumping suddenly slowed down, just want to pull out the prick, but ShanShan’s buttocks are still tightly and my prick fit, I wanted to pull out, but ShanShan’s buttocks were still tightly attached to my prick, making it impossible for me to get what I wanted. I exerted a little more force to get rid of her, and after this slight struggle, her shoulder accidentally hit the IV stand.

“You’re a good girl, let’s change positions, shall we?” After such a small accident, I kissed her shoulder that touched the brace, and not only smoothly pulled out my almost ejaculated prick, but also got a nice inspiration. As soon as I pulled up the IV tube that was draped over the side of the bed, I shook it slightly in front of her face a few times.

“No, don’t, you’re so perverted.” Whether or not Sam knew my intentions at this point, her look was tinged with confusion, and she pushed me as if she were pampered. Her eyes looked a little bleak from trying to escape, but desire and risk-taking made her half-push and not stop me from doing exactly what I was doing.

“I’m neither Wong Chiu Sang, nor are you likely to be made into a human barbecued pork bun by me, so what are you afraid of? Come on, try it, you’ll love it.” I casually rested the bottle of medicine on the IV stand on the coffee table dirt, wrapped the IV tubing around Sam’s wrist a couple times, knotted it solidly in a live knot, and tied the tubing back to the IV stand.

“You might be a little scared right now, but in another five minutes ……” I picked Sam up off the bed and made her stand with her back to me. Pressing on I then pushed the IV stand against the wall and had her bend forward and hold onto the wall with her bound hands.

“You’re so bad, why don’t you hurry up and come in?” Sam obeyed my lead, letting out a charming pout as she eagerly spread her legs.

After all this fussing, my prick and I had long since returned to our pre-coital state as well. I moved closer to Shannon’s white, rounded buttocks and once again pushed my eager prick into her love-filled vagina.

At the beginning, I could barely control the speed of my shaft’s pumping as I gripped Shan Shan’s glamorous hips, and Shan Shan could still keep her grunts to a moaning level. But it didn’t take long, our bodies and minds were gradually unable to load the increasingly real pleasure, my pumping was extremely focused, while her limbs bobbed up and down and drove our love play into a sweet abyss, the more intensely we moved our limbs, the further the pleasure climbed to the peak of eroticism.

During the fuck, my eyes were fixed straight on the curve of her back, and with the azure-colored light from the window cast on her swaying back, it was as if I were looking at a piece of satin fluttering in the wind. Beads of blue-glowing sweat coalesced on her back, sliding into the hollows of her spine from our passionate movements, flowing over the curves of her body, over our sex organs, and blending with the steady stream of love juices.

I couldn’t help but caress Sam’s smooth back, letting the sweat flow between my palms and her skin. Pressing on I crouched down so that my right hand went around the side of her torso and kneaded her plump, fresh breasts with the sweat, like molding a fine magnet; then with my left hand I slid from my buttocks into the pubic mound and pinched her nub with my thumb and forefinger, like making a delicately knifed millimetre carving.

“Ahh …… you …… you’re making me so …… comfortable …… “Sam’s body arched in a flash as both my hands and prick moved faster and faster, stimulating her nerves with pleasure from all three areas at once. It wasn’t long before her lustful cries created a rhythm that swirled back and forth across the ward.

“Yeah? Want to go a little harder?” I gasped slightly sharply, purposely stopping my movements to reserve the energy to bring her to orgasm, hopefully causing her to act even wilder during intercourse.

“Mmmm …… give it to me, give it to me, I want more …… ah ……” Shannon really had no reservations, writhing desperately in her lower body. I moved my hands to the roots of her thighs to stroke and clasp at will, and felt her flood of lustful water almost up to her knees, but for a moment, I would rather pause my pumping, and satisfy my sexual desires with her constantly shaking limbs.

A little later, perhaps because my nails hurt Sam’s thighs, she sucked in a breath of cold air, her bound hands suddenly clenched into fists, and the IV tubes that were tied to her embedded into her wrists because of the force of the tugging. This scene, so that I can no longer restrain or repress myself, hands down to her breasts, and then wildly pumping.

My hips pushed in hard, making a crisp thud every time my belly collided with Sam’s hips, and Sam’s hips rocked back and forth as hard as they could so that my prick could reach the deepest recesses of her vagina. Our flesh, though unknown to each other in the past, had become one in intercourse!

“Ahhh ………… ah …… I’m dying, I’m dying …… “With the faster and faster sexual rushes, the earlier rhythm could no longer be found in Shannon’s slutty cries.

Her screams were sporadic and high-pitched, and bruises appeared on her tightly bound wrists. I slapped her breasts hard, tweaking her nipples, and the slight pain deepened her obsession with pleasure, finally turning her head to look at me delicately and almost pleadingly, her expression gradually becoming forlorn!

Sam gave me such a look that it made my heart ache as I pumped hard. With a sharp gasp, I kept going while reaching down to untie the IV from her wrist and lay her back on the bed. I hugged her excitedly, and she, trembling, wrapped her arms around my chest as hard as she could, and we forgot that this was a hospital room, and the world, and hugged and kissed like crazy, enjoying each other’s flesh to the fullest!

“Ah …… can’t, I really can’t, give it to me, give it to me …… ah ……” Shan Shan’s tongue suddenly pushed open my mouth, screaming wildly with reckless abandon, her limbs even more viciously climbed my body. Experience told me that this was a sign that she was about to climax, so I stopped holding back the semen that was crying out from my crotch, and prepared to let those life-giving sources spray wildly into her warm, wet cunt!

“Ah, ah ……” As Sam and I shared a cry that symbolized orgasm, our bodies were simultaneously caught in the spasms of climax. Our thoughts were stuck in the mangina made up of each other’s bodies for a long time.

“Right? I didn’t lie to you, did I?” Once our limbs were completely loose, I still let my prick linger in Sam’s cunt. Post-cum exhaustion caused us to snuggle together and lazily caress each other’s bodies for a long time before we came back to reality from our lovemaking situation.

“Not telling you.” As Shannon giggled and burrowed into my arms, a light knock sounded on the door in the hospital room. I only had time to pull the sheet up to cover my and Shannon’s naked bodies before the nurse lady on night duty had already pushed her way into the ward.

Seeing me and Sammy soaking it up didn’t faze this white angel.

With just scarlet cheeks, she picked up the clothes we had dropped on the floor, and the whole atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly seemed very awkward.

“Ms. Nurse, I dropped my IV.” Wise Sam surprisingly acted extremely calm, and she clearly intended to distract the nurse with the patient’s most realistic needs so that I could return to my own bed.

“Seems like it’s been dropping for a long time?” The nurse lady approached the IV stand for a brief inspection, she was of course well aware of what we were doing in the ward, however she cleared her throat and acted as nonchalant as possible, “In principle, we don’t mind what you do in the ward, but could you please leave the other patients alone?”

“And we don’t mind you coming in,” I don’t know if it was the darkness in the ward that made me feel that this rather attractive nurse had a unique flavor. So I mouthed off, forgetting both the Samson in my arms and the reserve this nurse should have, and let out a casual flirtation, “Better yet, you can join us.”

“Mr. Nasty,” this nurse lady said as she packed up the IV stand and walked out of the hospital room with a hasty step. Though she didn’t break into song before leaving, she did warn the indulgent me, “You’d better get your ass back in your bed before I get back or I can’t guarantee what’s going to happen.”

Sam responded to my flirtation with an angry look. However, I just smiled at her helplessly, letting my eyes follow the nurse until the door to the hospital room closed.

(iii)

Porcorn and cokes beneath the stars became champagne and caviarMaking love on a long hot summer’s night

I don’t know when I became obsessed with the couples in the crowd, and I felt quite enamored with the women who were standing next to their male partners. I was always casting adoring glances at them and eyeballing their loyalty to their significant others.

Under my deliberate gaze, even though most of the women were pretending to be very happy, talking and laughing with their male companions, they would still sneak a couple glances at me when they weren’t looking.

As time went on, my actions were certainly not just observational, but also included crossing the line.

I’ve never thought about finding a relationship that is truly my own in such a quest. After I had savored their flesh at will, I had always chosen to leave quietly. Frankly, although I had long indulged in romantic, exciting encounters, this could not even be considered a game in my mind, but only a way to find another way to achieve ejaculation outside of masturbation.

Women like Sam were in every corner of my life, and no matter what they gave me afterward, I never really cared about them.

Despite the fact that my approach is a model that too many men dream of, a friend who is a confused psychiatrist still thinks that it can at best be explained as a blind search for love.

The chances of being able to successfully make love to them in my wanton, daring actions are about 70%. With that approximate statistic, how could I possibly believe in fucking love?

Frankly, I was hoping that someone would give me a head’s up and tell me that there is such a thing as love. Ironically, before I could rebut that friend, I had already given myself a solid kick in the pants.

At the beginning of the night, there were not many customers in the pub. Standing against the wall, I lit up a Marlboro Light and meditated in a disheveled manner. The smoke from the cigarette had a spiritual quality, curling around me, and I didn’t realize that the cigarette had already burned out without realizing it until my fingers ached from the heat emanating from the cigarette.

From the moment I met that wild, uninhibited, debauched, provocative look, it was already clear to me that my life would be shrouded in her splendor, completely at her mercy, as natural as the celestial bodies operate, without cause.

(iv)

38½ degrees north.

Individuality and style are Taipei’s primary commercial tools, yet for Taipeians long sunk in advertising labels, it has long been surprising that Coffee shop is named after the latitude and longitude of the Korean War cease-fire line.

Similar stores are springing up around my workplace. Cheap afternoon tea is the usual mode of promotion for these businesses, and they are aimed at, if not freelancers, then us office workers who are overwhelmed by the office culture.

I have to admit that these businesses are indeed quite creative, and as far as I’m concerned, as a self-appointed real estate agent who doesn’t fall into the cliché, I’m indeed happy to take a break from the hustle and bustle of this area and spend most of my workday with a cup of coffee.

Despite the smell of gunpowder in the location I chose, I didn’t expect too much from the store’s furnishings. The only thing that sets this place apart from other Coffee shops is the so-called “art of war.”

Needless to say, the store is run by a so-called sculptor who has been buying shell casings and shrapnel left over from cross-strait military maneuvers from fishermen in Xiamen or Kinmen for years to use as material for his artistic creations. His works are rightfully displayed in the store, disguised as relics of the Korean War. As to why he loves the Korean War, it is widely rumored in the store that he was baptized by the war as a Korean Chinese.

To the regular customers here, the owner and the shell casings and shrapnel actually have similar origins. Few people can deduce the year the shells were fired from the shell casings, and no one really cares about the owner’s origins.

If you remove those relics of war, the only thing that is attractive enough for this store on the top floor of the building is the huge transparent skylight. Although it serves a similar purpose as a car sunroof, at least you can look up at the Taipei sky.

One afternoon three months ago, fresh from the office, I stayed out of boredom in this smoke-filled restaurant, where the slightly too-cold air was filled with the somewhat pungent smell of aromatics mixed with coffee. In fact, I was no different than usual, having long ago gotten used to the mediocre contents of the store. My purpose was simple: to pass the time, and if anything else, to look for someone I could comfortably engage in a love scene with in the overlapping lines of sight.

From the moment this woman walked into the store, my eyes never left her stunning body. Without having to deliberately observe the store, I was almost certain that all the men were gazing at this embodiment of wildness.

Through the dirty air of Taipei and the transparent skylight at 38 ½ degrees north latitude, the sunlight adorns her standing in front of the store, and the dreary afternoon of the metropolis is colorfully illuminated by her splendor. With her long hair reaching her eyebrows, she lets the light out of the corner of her eye flow around the store in a cold and arrogant manner.

Only two possibilities existed for this gesture; either she was looking for someone, or she was ready to pick her seat.

My gaze started at her even lower half and waned upward.

A pair of knee-high black flannel boots, the curvature of her calf line is extremely smooth: bright orange-red stockings, wrapped around her slightly thin thighs, people have to think about her skin color: black and white zebra-printed tight leather skirt can not be short, no more and no less cover the plump buttocks, so that her crotch, which is the most attractive to me, is hidden; a simple, loose lines of the washed silk long-sleeved blouse, by the A simple line, loose washed silk long-sleeved shirt, was casually draped over her body, she did not use the rows of buttons in front of the chest, but only used the corners of the two sides of the garment in the waist to tie a loose knot, and stockings similar to the orange-red fabric is so thin as to be almost transparent, you can see through the top of the body of her wearing a fluorescent green tank top: I do not know if it is in the breasts to fill the padding, or not at all the use of a bra, her breasts and firm nipples almost let a person see the whole picture, that pair of proud peaks, and the whole time to the eyes of those watching her, I was very pleased to see that the body was so beautiful. The proud peaks of her breasts were always sending out extremely seductive provocations to the people who were looking at her!

After she had chosen her seat, she turned sideways and gave a few instructions to the waiter, and then, with a very confident step, she walked towards the window seat. The curves of her body swayed colorfully with her dress, and what naturally came out of her walk and posture was sexy and dazzling.

I took a deep breath and averted my gaze in an almost evasive manner, calming my progressively stronger heartbeat. That’s when I finally noticed my lower body, long since bloodied by this woman, bulging in my pants.

In fact, I was puzzled by the erection at this point.

This was obviously not because I hadn’t seen beautiful women; there were less than two hundred that I had played with in my hands, and eighty percent of them were recognized beauties. Besides, her dress, although in line with the fashionable footsteps, was not too avant-garde or revealing after all. But I was so easily aroused by her that I even felt slightly uneasy.

In any case, I am definitely not a self-avoiding coward. If I am really looking forward to a love, and the object is close at hand, there is no reason for me to be passive and wait for destiny. Since the beginning of my sexual play, I have understood better than anyone that the chances of such a thing as fate happening naturally are too low, and that it must be created by oneself.

I took a sip of coffee to moisten my throat, which was burning with arousal, and to remove the last bit of trepidation about running away. All of a sudden, my resolve had swelled as much as my prick, and my eyes graciously looked toward the woman’s seat.

For the first time in my life, except in the flesh, I was gazing and speculating so earnestly at a woman I had never known.

She gazed out of the window in a dignified and haughty manner, with her head in her hands, pondering: she was sitting in a corner where the sun didn’t shine, and she was a little gloomy, but it didn’t detract from her beauty. Her mouth was slightly pouted, and the dark red lipstick gave one the impulse to lick those lips with one’s tongue; her cheeks did not seem to have been powdered, and I could almost imagine the cool and delicate touch of her skin: her nose was high and straight, and her clear eyes had a considerable degree of despondency, which could easily win a man’s favor and trust.

Thinking about it, I had to caution myself again and again that her bright eyes and appearance had absolutely nothing to do with honesty.

In my book, it’s impossible for a woman to draw the line at a lie. But from a woman’s point of view, it’s an untraceable form of self-protection.

As I indulged in all the hypothesizing, the waiter brought her a glass of clear liquid. She grabbed the drink and downed a third of it in one gulp, glancing in my direction as I hated that I was the glass she left her lipstick on.

I didn’t avoid her gaze the moment our eyes exchanged. I knew very well that if I didn’t let her know that I was paying attention to her, I wouldn’t have a chance at all to fulfill this most beautiful encounter of my life. Unfortunately, her eyes didn’t give me much time, and with a mere slip of the tongue, her attention returned to the window.

Despite my disappointment, I didn’t get nothing out of this first four-day encounter. I could not deny that her appearance was characterized by an impenetrable indifference, but the problem was that her crystal-clear pupils showed a hint of undisguised flirtation when we looked at each other inadvertently. It was a fleeting moment, but I was certain that her dismay was merely a clever disguise, and that I was not without a chance.

In the 38 ½ degrees north latitude huge store, people drinking afternoon tea and chatting always intermittently looked at this single woman, however, the only one who could really intersect with her eyes was my almost greedy gaze. Her eyes intermittently intersected with mine, consciously or unconsciously, and lingered on me for longer and longer periods of time. Whenever I felt her gaze come at me with the force of a shocking wave, she always just wandered off.

Half an hour later, I believe it was evident that my impertinence had had the effect I had anticipated. She kept changing her sitting position, contempt and uneasiness flashed between her brows, and her eyes, as if deliberately avoiding my tracking, peeped at me out of the corners of her eyes, as if she could see that I had some purpose in mind for her.

By now, I’m sure her mood had clearly converted from that of a player in this game of eyes to that of a frightened bird oppressed by a prying eye. All I wanted was for her to accost me with an uneasy anticipation!

The corners of my mouth lifted slightly, and I was about to get up to recognize this condescending woman when I realized that my prick actually remained in its original state of erection. With that in mind, I’m afraid the burning in my brain is much worse than the harassed her, despite my intentions having been achieved!

SHIT! How could I possibly tell her about my love in this mood? Although her reaction was similar to that of most women, I could not absurdly talk to her about love with an erect penis as if nothing had happened. Not only would it desecrate her nobility, but I didn’t seem to respect my choice.

After a few moments of hesitation, I decided to go to the restroom first and cool my messy, disorganized nerves with marijuana.

The scent of jasmine, stronger than that in the store, spread through the empty men’s restroom, and I, allergic to aromatics, held my breath and cursed silently. It was still the orange-red woman that hovered in my brain.

I found a cubicle, carefully locked the door, and couldn’t wait to pull a pre-rolled joint out of my jacket pocket, pulling out my lighter and leisurely lighting it. As the decadent gases burrowed down my throat, I still couldn’t loosen the pressure she’d brought on in a moment.

I actually knew the problem was coming from between my pants, yet having long refused to masturbate I still needed the visions.

In the interest of time, I sucked hard on the thinner-than-normal hand-rolled cigarettes. If I happened to be seen by a fellow smoker, I’d be told I was wasting it. But for the sake of the woman sitting by the window, I don’t want to lose too much time in this confined space.

As the distinctive scent of marijuana eerily overpowered the aromatics, I began to feel a little sick to my stomach, followed by a wave of dizziness that surrounded me like a shadow, forcing me to prop open the tiny skylight and greedily breathe in Taipei’s filthy air……. Well, I was feeling good, and that was just the precursor to getting into the situation. I just need to take two more hard puffs of marijuana, and then I will be paralyzed like a mollusk in the toilet, and truly enter that world where there is only me and her.

At this point, I had to fantasize myself as a hopeless junkie, inhaling the decadent, fleeting gases week after week. My cold sweat seeped out of my skin more rampantly than a waterfall from the fumes, and the soothing pleasure felt like highly concentrated sulfuric acid, soaking and corroding my every nerve.

“Are you in there?” A woman’s voice came indistinctly through the door. I shook my head to get rid of the dizziness from the marijuana, yet the voice felt as if it was far away.

I had no way of determining whether the sound was coming from a hallucination of marijuana smoking, or whether someone was actually calling out of the door. As I hesitated, the simple doorway was slowly pushed open by a slender hand.

It was her! From that wild attire, I was indeed certain that she was the woman from the party sale!

Before I could ponder why, she had burst into the confined space, backhanded the door, and flung herself into my arms, pressing her warm breasts against my chest. Taking her weight I leaned limply against the wall, everything that had happened up until now had been so rushed that I didn’t know how to react.

That’s fine, just let her go. As soon as I think of my body’s most urgent needs, I want her to do everything she can to release those pent-up spermatozoa.

After the embrace, her hands cupped my cheeks, and without any unnecessary greetings or sweet words, she kissed me with her seductive dark red lips. Without teasing, her smooth tongue went straight through my lips and explored all around deep inside my mouth.

My tongue entwined with hers passionately, and I was about to savor her lips and tongue, when she, like a hungry whiner, saw through my eagerness before she could really appreciate how touched I was.

She hastily crouched down and undid my blouse like an autumn breeze. Then she sucked my skin indiscriminately with her tongue and lips, branding my chest and stomach with countless lip marks and hickeys. But sadly, I felt almost no pleasure until she took my nipples.

As my thoughts turned that way, the tip of her slippery tongue moved in a flash to my chest, swirling deftly around the areola. My muffled, sharp gasps seemed to please her quite a bit, so she suddenly teased the tips of my nipples sharply with her tongue, and then suddenly nipped them gently and painfully with her teeth. My will meandered around the edges of the pleasure bursts, and the intermittent pain from my mammary glands deepened my attachment to her mouth.

It only took a few moments, but it was clear that my prick could no longer load up on the stimulation from her, and it was leaping excitedly in my panties. She had been very understanding of my needs and moved to unbuckle my belt just as I was about to open my mouth.

Dry, direct, and understanding was her initial impression on me. As it was, with a light smile on her bright face, she bluntly pulled down my pants and gently rubbed my long engorged prick with the palm of her delicate hand, while her other hand certainly wasn’t idle, gently snapping and scratching the pubic hairs on my mound of shame.

Generally speaking, I’m not an easily satisfied or aroused man. Yet after she had simply toyed with me for a few seconds like that, my body was already sending out slight shivers. I’ve never been one to show weakness to a woman when it comes to sexual matters, yet now that I’m actually reacting like this, I guess I really have no excuse to deny her sexual skill on her tongue, other than the fact that her combination of wild and mysterious body is typical of what I’ve been dreaming of.

From the beginning of this sexual affair, she had been in the dominant position. When I felt that the energy in my prick had to be released, she closed her clear eyes, cupped my prick with both hands, and her dark red lips touched my glans without hesitation. This contact caused my body to tremble slightly, and she opened her eyes, tilted her head and gave me a mysterious smile, and began to rapidly and gently kiss every part of the shaft.

In a short period of time, her red lips kissed my glans, penis and scrotum, my sex all over her warm spit. However at this time I am afraid that what I need most is still her lustful vagina or mouth …… Yes, it is time, I can no longer restrain those primitive sexual desires from my subconscious.

At this point her hands slowly tightened and prayerfully gripped my penis. She closed those moving eyes once again, and slowly opened her mouth to take in my glans, followed by gentle but powerful sucking. All of a sudden, it was as if a bolt of lightning ran through my body, as the moist, warm interior of her mouth sucked in the most sensitive parts of my body, causing my six-fold hands to clasp and claw at the cold walls, wanting to try and orient my existence.

As a result of sucking on my sex, her cheeks became very sexy, and her constant change of angle also made the pleasure repeatedly hit my brain from every nerve ending. Just as I was about to reach out and caress Earth’s flawless face, her palm and my foreskin got tighter and tighter, pumping my cock back and forth in a rhythmic manner.

Even though I couldn’t touch her as much as I would have liked, this instant sent even stronger cold shivers through my burning lower body, causing my body to jerk involuntarily. With every back and forth movement of her hands, I pushed further toward orgasm. Forced to close my eyes I wasn’t about to do a time tug of war with ejaculation, just wanting to be satisfied in the next few moments.

Her actions always run in sync with my thoughts, and she finally released her hands and took my prick whole to the root. The burning sensation spread from the shaft to my entire body in an instant. I opened my mouth and gasped wildly, trying to remember the last woman who had given me such pleasure, yet in my memory there was only the orange and red figure in front of me. And she was now in my crotch, trying to make me cum with the most skillful oral techniques.

As I was rambling on, she let out a sudden whimper. Given the length of my prick, I thought it might have hit her throat. The sound aroused me so much that I unconsciously thought of her mouth as a vagina and let my prick burst into her mouth violently and promiscuously.

I reluctantly opened my eyes to see what changes her face was producing under my pumping. Her cheeks dimpled for a moment every time my prick hit the depths of her throat; they bulged every time it hit the inside of her mouth. She looked unusually mesmerized, and the eerie beauty of it drove me to pump harder. Before this woman, I could never have imagined that the pleasures of oral sex could go beyond normal intercourse, and yet she did.

As her whimpering grew stronger, I knew there was no way I could hold out any longer. It just so happened that she looked up at me with a foxy glance, and as if my soul had been completely taken out of me, I grabbed her shoulder-length hair in a near frenzy while my waist swung wildly, allowing my prick to move smoothly and swiftly in and out of her throat!

Our love play finally ended after we ejaculated, a hot stream gushing out of my glans, my cock pulsing and twitching all over my body, my thighs and arms stiffening and shaking violently from the sheer force of it!

Until I pulled my prick out of her mouth, the pleasure still gnawed at every cell of my body, and I almost wished that time would just pause at the moment of ejaculation and let the sensation live on for the rest of my life.

A little later, my breathing slowly returned to its original rate and my muscles returned to their normal state. My palms caressed her cheeks along her hair while she slowly spat out the cum in her mouth, sliding it along the corners of her mouth and down the nape of her neck. Her dark red lipstick had only a slight residue left due to the intense oral sex.

Looking at her playful face, my mind suddenly swooned again. Despite the fact that the face she inhabited in my hands was beginning to twist and distort, yet she had neither become the alien creature from the movie nor was she the same person anymore, but instead had become the sex partner I had had in my hospital bed a few days ago.

Sam? No, it can’t be, I’m obviously with the flirty and feminine one, how can I turn into the raw Sam?

I tried desperately to shake my head, trying to dismiss this bizarre aberration as a nightmare and recognize the woman in front of me again. However, when I re-recognized the toilet, all the women and the windfall account disappeared at the same time and swept away.

An illusion is an illusion after all, and I am myself after all. There was no doubt that everything that had just happened was an illusion under the effect of marijuana. Since the beginning, I was the only one who had been masturbating in this space.

Laughing bitterly I grabbed the toilet paper, wiped off the cum that was stuck to my underwear, my palms and my prick, and put on my pants. I’m afraid it’s the cool breeze from the window that really wakes me up.

Before I walked out of the restroom, I deliberately looked out the window, the dirty sky was still so Taipei.

Despite my short absence, when I returned to the 38 ½ degrees North outlet at the end of my short-lived mirth, I was about to strike up a conversation directly with the one I desired today, only to find that there was one more troubled-looking fellow on the countertop where she was seated, and I guess I did just overlook the possibility that she was waiting for a friendly companion.

Frankly speaking, I didn’t have the extra heart to memorize the man’s appearance, and only observed some very superficial outlines, let’s say he was wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap, which might indicate that he was a big fan of Nomo’s heroes; he was wearing a case that might hold a camera on his shoulder, which meant that he should be a photographer by profession; and he was dressed in a very casual outfit, with jeans and a baseball jacket, which was very different from her meticulous makeup, the only thing he had in common was probably just his shoulder-length hair.

I lamented my missed opportunity but still retained hope that this man might not be her lover.

At that moment, the man who hadn’t arrived long ago gestured at her as if he was in a hurry to explain something. If I’m not mistaken, that’s mostly the reason for being late.

My prey, on the other hand, ignored him and looked at me longer than she had before I left. Not only was she oblivious to the man’s humility, but she even flaunted it to me with a slight smugness that was evident in her expression.

My demeanor in love affairs is lackluster, but it’s her attitude that creates extremely strong jealousy in me. On this premise I could not help looking twice at her man. The result, however, was very unfortunate; although I had observed and pondered for many hours, I could not see what wisdom lurked beneath the long hair of his self-appointed artist, of which he was proud. After my thinking changed, her condescension became a logical banter.

Could this man really be her lover? That’s a question I’m not at all sure of.

Nevertheless, I didn’t forget that I was dealing with the object of my potential love at this time. Even though I was full of questions, I put aside my scruples about that man and continued to be both visually and psychologically satisfied.

A little later, the waiter at the store brought him a Menu on his arrival and asked him what he would like.

With a few casual instructions, he set his backpack of cameras and camera equipment on the dining room table and got up to walk to the restroom.

As a result of the man’s actions, a strong message took over my brain: if I wanted to get to know her, this was the best chance. If I missed it again, I was afraid I would never get another chance in my life.

Before I could think about it, I was already involuntarily walking towards the window. I don’t know if it was the marijuana still working in my head, but I felt a little disoriented as I walked. Without prior solicitation, I sashayed over to sit in front of her. The first thing that really struck me about her was the Poison perfume that wafted around her.

“If I remember correctly, I don’t think I know you.” Her voice entered my memory from the moment she opened her mouth, and I will remember the touch whenever and wherever I can. Her tone sounded rather calm, which could be because my behavior was within her expectations, or it could be that she had long been used to dealing with bored men who accosted her.

“Exactly.” I stared at her dark red lipsticked, frequently quivering lips and suddenly remembered the hallucination in the restroom. Luckily, the lip tone on her lips was dark in color, and she obviously didn’t look like she’d just finished a blowjob three minutes earlier, otherwise I would have had no way of comprehending whether it was her, lust, or marijuana that had conquered me.

“Then this gentleman, I’m really curious to know if you’re interested in me.”

I felt a little overwhelmed by her such single-minded words. But this moment was the first time I had ever admired her from such a close distance, and for a moment it was difficult to come up with a rhetorical response.

“I’m sorry, call me direct or sensitive, but did you just keep looking at me?” She looked at me for a good while before I said anything and continued to fill in her question.

“That’s right.” My comeback was so uniform that I almost mistook the person I was accosted with for myself.

“But what about? You’re not my type.” It should be very comfortable for her to deal with similar situations. At least it only took her three paragraphs of dialog to clearly and politely express a firm rejection.

“I don’t believe it. It will start between us now.” I certainly wasn’t at the mercy of anyone when it came to love affairs. My tone was so sure that I was sure it would at least make her heart beat faster.

There was a flash of anger on her face, and I guessed that she might have thought me ill-advised in refusing to walk down the steps she had reserved for me; on the other hand, she might have seldom encountered a rival for her affections who was her equal.

“I don’t want my husband to see you sitting across from me.” She visibly suppresses the urge to break into a fit of rage, telling me by implication the identity of the man I just saw.

“I know my time is limited, but whether you’ve been married or not, one day you’re going to be my woman.” I was a little stunned, but her words didn’t scare me away. A husband in a woman’s mouth is usually defined as either a boyfriend or a husband, and judging by her early twenties and snazzy appearance, I didn’t think she meant the latter.

“Yeah? You seem pretty sure of yourself?” She smiled broadly and grabbed the YsL cooler cigarette on the table, as if trying to hide the panic in her heart with a relaxed attitude. For all that it seems, I’m sure my presence will change her life.

“I’m sure of more than you think, and I also know you’re looking forward to an emotional adventure.” I smiled and nodded, my mind racing with her sexy, wild side. Looking at the delicate, smooth skin of her neck, I once again remembered the vision in the restroom and did wonder where the cum she spit out would end up.

“Are you done with your bullshit? I don’t want to swear in public if I don’t have to.” From start to finish, her calm façade remained almost completely intact. Regardless of what’s really going on inside of her, I love it when a woman faces me with aplomb and confidence.

By this time her so-called husband had returned to the table, my presence causing him to stand coyly and look up at the afternoon sky through the skylight.

“Anyway, I appreciate you letting me sit down, I’m sure we still have plenty to talk about.” In this situation, rather than continuing to linger, it was better to show my love rival a little more respect, and I didn’t want to get into a big fight over jealousy. I calmly handed her a business card and discreetly stated the time and place of the invitation, “Whether you come or not, I’ll be waiting for you in front of the Unity Department Store at eight o’clock in the evening.”

“I’m sorry, I think I’m harassing your date.” I sagely left my seat and tapped her male companion on the shoulder. The man standing off to the side seemed disgusted by my friendliness, and slightly arched his back to dodge it. He didn’t do anything about my encroachment on his seat, though.

Frankly speaking, regardless of whether he was my love interest or not, I didn’t have a good feeling about this man. His body smelled strongly of male perfume, plus his appearance was very clean and gentle, so he should be very popular with women. I don’t mean to be jealous or judgmental, but I really can’t identify with a man who smells too much of fat.

It’s impossible to speculate on what variables my presence and bold words would have cast between them, but at least the man would no longer have to apologize for his tardiness. After the encounter, I wasn’t going to spend any more time in this boring place; perhaps there would be some urgent matter waiting for me to deal with at the office.

I went back to my seat to pick up my bill and my cell phone, and had a secret hunch that the battle for love would spread endlessly through the streets of the East End, starting at 38 ½ degrees north latitude.

(v)

I watching you fell in love with me watching Casablanca Holding hands neath the paddle funs in Ric “s candle-lit cafe

At 8:00 p.m. on the evening of my encounter with her, I arrived at the Unicom department store on time, even though I didn’t think she’d show up for the appointment; around 9:00 p.m., I gave up waiting in desperation.

Since it was a predictable failure, I felt nothing more than a little depressed; what really knocked my confidence was that she not only didn’t call the office, but she also didn’t ring my mobile phone number for the rest of the week. At my wit’s end, I seemed to be able to console myself with a bitter smile and let the memory of the incident settle in my thoughts.

The case of 38 ½ degrees north latitude has left me so uninspired all week that I’m not even interested in finding other women to relieve my boredom. In my review, I plausibly came to the realization that it’s best not to be overconfident with women.

The jukebox was playing. Casablanca and my temporarily suspended thoughts fell silent at the same time, and my mind drifted back to the pub, numbly pulling out a ten-dollar coin and slipping it into the slot. a-37 was the code for the song in the jukebox, and I could not have been more familiar with pressing these numbers over and over again without having to search for the song list.

I leaned my elbows on the highest point of the jukebox and watched through the acrylic panel as vintage singles were fed onto the turntable. It didn’t take long for the Casablanca tunes to be re-transmitted throughout the store.

There is nothing special about this pub, and the reason why I like to stay here to kill time is the old jukebox. Even though CDs have eliminated traditional records and the jukebox has been forced to revolutionize, it still sits uncontested in the corner of the store, guarding handwritten tracks, moldy old songs, a stained shell and a sunset-like life.

The life of a jukebox has a very similar destiny to that of this East End alleyway pub. Characterized by its antiquity and obsolescence, it’s hard to discover its existence if you’re not a familiar customer. However, its significance to Taipei is not only that of an old neighborhood, but also that of a bronze statue looking on with a cool eye. It has not only witnessed the changes in the Eastern District over the years, but also enriched its insights with new and fresh perspectives on life.

Since I met her, I’ve hardly agreed to any sexual advances from any of my female companions. The only other person I’ve seen is Sam, who I haven’t seen since I was discharged from the hospital.

I flicked my soon-to-be-burned-out cigarette butt on the ground, sniffed the stale smell of the air, and imagined the ecology of the microfungus in full bloom. My melancholy is only fit to be savored alone, and no outside personnel can interfere with my meditation.

(vi)

“Luo Feifan, who is it please?” Every call related to business before work always made people more tired. Not to mention that I was getting annoyed and chagrined these days because that woman didn’t call me.

“Guess who I am?” On the other end of the phone was a woman’s voice, and judging from the tone of voice, she definitely could not be the typical lover who haunts my soul today and who I masturbate over and over again at 38 and a half degrees north latitude.

“I don’t know who you are, but could you please not be so boring? If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t recognize your voice. If I cared about you, there’s no way I wouldn’t be able to guess…” for a man, it’s incredibly boring for a woman to ask that. I was extremely rude and didn’t even consider that the person I was talking to might be a client.

“I’m Shan Shan, don’t be angry! Let’s come out for a hug, okay?” Her over-excited reaction made Shanshan identify herself right away, and also revealed the purpose of the call. Ever since they met in the hospital, she had always used the subtle word ‘cuddle’ instead of ‘make love’.

“How many times do I have to tell you that our relationship is simple, you don’t want to make it more complicated than it needs to be.” From the moment we struck up a conversation, not only did I not think of Sam as an object of affection, I didn’t even think she would be my long-term sexual partner, yet she clearly thought otherwise.

“You’re the one who said it’s complicated… My thoughts are simple… I want to be with you…” ever since she was discharged from the hospital, Shan Shan has been calling me almost every day. Her reasons for asking me out were just dinner, coffee, a movie or a room to cuddle. Even though she does have a boyfriend, I don’t think it’s as easy as she makes it out to be after going out with her reluctantly a few times.

“Jesus, even if you don’t understand it, you’ve read the manga “Kindaichi no Shonen no Incident Book”, right? Every woman I haven’t fucked yet is an unsolved case to me, but after I’ve fucked her, it’s a different story, you know?” My tone was getting worse and worse, not because I had no manners, but because women like Shannon always act like they don’t give a shit, but in reality, what they want to achieve is to get me to recognize them as my girlfriend.

“I know, we can have sex in a different mood! Come to my house after work, I live alone anyway, okay?” Pretending to be a garlic is ShanShan’s best method of pretense, no matter how long I explain her position in my heart, she is just that kind of stalking bird.

“Okay, okay, I’m too lazy to talk to you, and I’m not available tonight anyway.” My impression of Shannon, all of a sudden, rubbed off on me a lot more, and I sounded even more impatient, almost wanting to hang up the phone in passing.

“You’d better be free, if you’re not, it’s your loss.” Playing crazy, Shanshan suddenly changed her tone and assumed a mysterious stance.

“Cut the crap, what else can you play at?” If I’d made any missteps with her, it was that I’d once told her about some of the silly things I’d done when I was younger, leading her to guess that I couldn’t resist the lure of mystery. Although my past experiences had taught me a number of hard lessons, I knew I’d have a hard time not saying yes to her if we kept talking.

“Isn’t it your birthday in two days? I’ve got a big surprise for you.” Clearly sure that her tactics were about to pay off, Sam spun my already-quivering mind with another remark.

The surprise made it difficult for me to interface …… for a moment I really can t remember when I mentioned my birthday to Shan Shan. For that matter, she did put quite a work dog in me. In fact, the only question in this invitation is whether I can just go against my conscience and coax a woman I don’t even love.

“You want to know what it is, don’t you? You’ll find out when you get here.” Sam seemed to have a good idea of what I was promising, and once again launched another wave of verbal aggression aimed at my curiosity.

Principle and temptation warred within me, and I could neither make a firm refusal nor a decisive yes to Shanshan. This dilemma did not come from Shan Shan’s flesh, but her so-called surprise made my heart pound.

“I’ll bet you that you’ll regret not coming.” Sam was using a very traditional approach, saying the same old TV show dialogue, always avoiding the point I was really focusing on, but I’m sure she was very aware that the surprise she was emphasizing was, in my case, the only reason to meet with her.

I weighed the pros and cons over and over again: if I asked Shannon to reveal the contents of the surprise now, it would undoubtedly be too much of a stretch, and she would of course save that ace in the hole for the moment when she met me.

On the other hand, while she chose to hit the nail on the head, I didn’t necessarily have to know what the surprise was going to be. If I did insist on the surprise, I would have to play by the rules of the game she had laid out, and our meeting would be inevitable.

“Give me your address.” There was a long silence, curiosity finally overcoming my scruples and persistence.

Although I hadn’t known Sam for long, I still had a basic grasp of her. Whether or not I was satisfied with the overjoyed pleasure she had prepared, I would have nothing substantial to lose tonight except my stamina and cum.

Shanshan’s home is located in Section 2 of Keelung Road, a high-class residence that is the envy of most Taipei residents. But for me, who was from a well-off family, this definitely did not constitute a condition for a long-term relationship with her.

“Dang, dang, dang… Happy Birthday…” Shan Shan, whom I hadn’t seen in a while, was wearing a one-piece pajama top with a cartoon design of “Cherry Maruko” on it. It certainly made her look appropriate for her age of less than twenty, but the similar style of home furnishings inadvertently turned my stomach.

“How did you know how many days past my birthday?” I surveyed the aqua-blue space, a forty-odd ping building-within-a-building that seemed a bit extravagant for Shan Shan to live in alone. I snapped to mind that there were several newlywed couples among the clients who had to pay 30,000 to 40,000 yuan in home loans every month for an apartment of about ten pings, and the loan period was still as long as one to twenty years……. I gathered my spirits, and then again, the life of a shell-less snail was, after all, very far away from all of us.

“It’s easy, I saw it on the hospitalization record at your bedside. I thought you’d be busy on your birthday, so I called you today.” As soon as Shannon saw me, she immediately leaned in intimately. While explaining why she knew about my birthday, she swept me up the stairs in the center of the hall.

As we walked into Sam’s bedroom, the light in front of me made me intuitively stop in my tracks. It wasn’t that her room furnishings were in poor taste, it was that on her light blue spring bed lay an almost completely naked woman. The woman was wearing only a pair of black lace panties, and her hands and feet were securely taped and bound. On top of that, a red ribbon wrapped around her shoulders and thighs, tying a large bow at her navel, as if she were a gift wrapped in life.

“Is there any mistake? Who is she?” I intuitively pushed Sam away, knowing full well that this woman was the surprise she was talking about, yet I was still alert enough to question.

No matter how horny I am, I still don’t want to somehow have a big fuck with a woman from an unknown source.

“It’s that nurse who scolded us in the hospital. People especially tricked her into coming as your birthday present!” Sam took my arm and sat down on the edge of the bed, oblivious to my reaction as usual.

Though I had no intention of ignoring Sam, the captive-like woman immediately caught my eye. Her dark brown leather shield appeared to be in perfect health and she seemed to be quite athletic, her well-proportioned and sturdy body made it hard for me to recall her domineering behavior in the hospital; her hands tied behind her back and legs crossed and taped were so long and slender that they struggled slightly against the tape’s trapping them, deepening her attraction to me; with her head tilted sideways to the other side of the bed, all that could be seen was a short, shaved haircut, which matched her penchant for athletic endeavors.

“Why did you tie her up like that?” No matter how incredulous I could be, Shannon’s choice of subject was indeed to my liking. The only questions now were what exactly she had used to get this generous gift, and whether this nurse, who had been strutting her stuff at the hospital, was voluntarily at her mercy.

I actually didn’t really care much about Sam’s reply and let my eyes continue to move over this nurse’s naked body. I was certainly interested in more than just her skin color and limbs; her breasts were very different from Sam’s. Sam’s breasts were plump, white, and soft, and although her breasts were a size smaller than Sam’s, they still looked quite firm, especially since they continued the bronzed complexion of the rest of her body, as if she had been sunbathing topless on a regular basis.

“I learned it from watching movies. I asked her to my house first, then bought her a coke with sleeping pills.” Sam probably noticed that I was not interested in having a conversation with her and came right out with the reason why this nurse became a gift. But her expression of playfulness remained the same, and she clearly didn’t consider this way of pleasing me a sin, “How was it? I’m good, aren’t I?”

“I’d say it’s more like social news.” Shocked, I masked my uneasiness with a smooth tone, trying my best not to reveal my dismay in my words. I tried to combine the images of likability and unscrupulousness in Shannon’s case, but it didn’t work, “And then what? Was she the surprise that made me have to come?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I had a hard time tying her up.” Sam looked at me with a serious look, and words like “snake charmer” and “most poisonous woman” vaguely came to mind.

“What is this? Even if I, Luo Feifan, have to fuck this woman, you don’t have to use such underhanded means to help me, right?” I finished in one breath and looked at Shan Shan who was smiling very brightly. I calmly compared her personality to what I remembered of her, and it was still hard to believe that she, who was less than twenty years old, would do such a ridiculous thing.

“Come on, I’m a woman! From the way you looked at her in the hospital, I still don’t know that you’re interested in her ah?” Shan Shan suddenly skimmed her head and deliberately made a lovey-dovey attitude towards me.

“Do you even know that this is called kidnapping? What do you think we’ll do if we mess with her and she gets upset and goes to sue us?” I looked at the nurse again, and perhaps it was shyness or fear that kept her from breaking into tears or whimpering for mercy throughout my conversation with Sam.

I can’t help but think there’s something suspicious about her being too resigned to her fate.

“I thought you would like it well …… otherwise we will try to make her cool, if it really can not be, then kill her to kill her, do you see how?” Shannon didn’t seem to notice my skepticism, and continued to blabber on to herself.

“No …… don’t kill me, I’ll do anything ……” As I was about to question Shannon, this nurse, probably too shrugged off by Shannon’s words, suddenly turned her head and to me, cowering pleading for mercy.

I scrutinized the nurse’s choleric face, the upright and beautiful features exuding an air of tenderness. Although I wished I could leave firmly at this point, her words completely killed the possibility of my refusal. Looking at her tightly biting lower lip and slightly trembling appearance, I was a little lost in thought imagining the ground as a sexy slave, and the intention to have sex with her suddenly spread violently in my lower body.

“Fine, then we’re going to rape you first now, no resistance allowed!” Sam ordered fervently, fumbling for a delicate pair of scissors from somewhere and waving them around before crouching down to cut away the only panties the nurse had on, revealing her dark, lush pubic hair.

Perhaps it was the cold temperature of the metal blade that caused this nurse’s naked body to curl up into a ball and shiver several times in succession. She nodded her head in aggravation, crying out as tears welled up in her eyes.

“What’s your name?” The nurse’s mournful demeanor not only struck a chord of desire in me, it also made me deeply resentful of the open-mouthed Sam. I walked around to the other side of the bed and held her chin up, inquiring as gently as I could.

“Summer …… Charlene.” The nurse deliberately avoided my gaze and stammered out the name.

“Will you stop acting like a dead man? Do you even know you’re a gift?” Shannon coldly gave Charlene’s plump ass a hard slap, her tone much more spirited than the party.

“Know …… know.” Charlene’s petite body twitched as she answered Shannon with extreme care. However, no matter how careful she was, Shannon’s hot palm was still branded on her delicate buttocks. If Shannon really learned these words and actions from the movie, I really have to reevaluate the influence of erotic culture on teenagers.

“I love your lips.” I looked at Charlene’s shy face and couldn’t help but kiss her slightly exhaling red lips. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist at all almost at all, letting my tongue into her mouth. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but her tightly closed eyes seemed to emit a touch of intoxicated scabbard love. Soon, I was surprised to feel her tongue sliding slowly in and out of my mouth, and the root of my tongue vaguely felt her sucking full of tenderness.

“Hey, you’re so concerned about kissing her, aren’t you afraid I’ll get jealous?” At the moment when Charlene and I were entangled in each other’s tongues, making the kiss gradually become inseparable, the scene-stealing Shan Shan knocked me hard on the back of my head, hard wrenching away the passionate kiss between Charlene and me.

“How come? I can’t thank you enough for giving me a gift like Charlene.” From that passionate kiss just now, I secretly decided that Shannon’s kidnapping was child’s play. However, if I wanted to enjoy Charlene’s youthful body smoothly, I had to put my position on Shan Shan’s side first; otherwise, with Shan Shan’s arrogant temperament, even though she said that Charlene was my birthday gift, she would still block it.

“Mmm …… you’re annoying, it tickles.” Sam hobbled with a pouty complaint and sent her lips up. I wrapped my arms around Sam, the tip of my tongue darting over the skin of her face and neck. Her palms gently tickled my back, as if silky carving thoughts of me.

“Your body, it should still be as wild as it was the other night.” I suppressed the stirring behind my back and looked at Shan Shan whose face was overflowing with happiness. Compared to the loveable Charlene, Shannon’s innocence still touched my heart as well.

Just looking at Shannon, a slow wave of love mixed with guilt rose up in my heart. Through the thin nightgown, her body was suddenly just as warm as it had been in the hospital, radiating the same irresistible allure that I could not resist, and our lips naturally pressed together in a frenzied, ardent embrace.

“Do you realize you’re vicious? Cartoon characters really don’t suit you.” After the oblivious kiss, my words invaded Shannon’s eardrums with powerful heat. I suddenly found her nightgown very cumbersome and wished to caress her unreservedly naked body with my own hands. So I roughly pinned her down on the bed so that she lay next to the innocent Charlene and tore into her as hard as I could “I love your lips.” I looked at Charlene’s shy face and couldn’t help but kiss her slightly exhaling red lips. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist almost at all, letting my tongue into her mouth. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but her tightly closed eyes seemed to emit a touch of intoxicated scabbard love. Soon, I was surprised to feel her tongue sliding slowly in and out of my mouth, and the root of my tongue vaguely felt her sucking full of tenderness.

“Hey, you’re so concerned about kissing her, aren’t you afraid I’ll get jealous?” At the moment when Charlene and I were entangled in each other’s tongues, making the kiss gradually become inseparable, the scene-stealing Shan Shan knocked me hard on the back of my head, hard wrenching away the passionate kiss between Charlene and me.

“How come? I can’t thank you enough for giving me a gift like Charlene.” From that passionate kiss just now, I secretly decided that Shannon’s kidnapping was child’s play. However, if I wanted to enjoy Charlene’s youthful body smoothly, I had to put my position on Shan Shan’s side first; otherwise, with Shan Shan’s arrogant temperament, even though she said that Charlene was my birthday gift, she would still block it.

“Mmm …… you’re annoying, it tickles.” Sam hobbled with a pouty complaint and sent her lips up. I wrapped my arms around Sam, the tip of my tongue darting over the skin of her face and neck. Her palms gently tickled my back, as if silky carving thoughts of me.

“Your body, it should still be as wild as it was the other night.” I suppressed the stirring behind my back and looked at Shan Shan whose face was overflowing with happiness. Compared to the loveable Charlene, Shannon’s innocence still touched my heart as well.

Just looking at Shannon, a slow wave of love mixed with guilt rose up in my heart. Through the thin nightgown, her body was suddenly just as warm as it had been in the hospital, radiating the same irresistible allure that I could not resist, and our lips naturally pressed together in a frenzied, ardent embrace.

“Do you realize you’re vicious? Cartoon characters really don’t suit you.” After the oblivious kiss, my words invaded Shannon’s eardrums with powerful heat. I suddenly found her nightgown very cumbersome and wished to caress her unreservedly naked body with my own hands. So I roughly pinned her down on the bed so that she was lying next to the innocent Charlene, and tore open her nightgown as hard as I could. It didn’t take long before she, like Charlene, exposed her fine naked body to my eyes.

“You don’t like Cherry Blossom, do you? I still have Messy Horse’s pajamas ooh.” Despite not being naked in front of me for the first time, Shannon showed age-appropriate shyness and turned her head with her back to me. While talking about irrelevant topics, she unconsciously caressed Charlene’s bouncy breasts.

“Ahh hiss ……,” Sandy said as she tweaked Charlene’s nipples just slightly and Charlene inhaled deeply. My eyes were then drawn to Charlene, whose nipples had long since become quite firm under the stimulation of Shannon’s fingers, making both breasts look even more attractive. As I admired Charlene’s toned breasts, Shannon went a step further and slipped her hand between Charlene’s crossed legs to test the wetness of her private parts.

“Oh my god…little bitch, you’re already so wet after only two strokes? If I had known this day would come, I wouldn’t have cursed in the hospital.” Even though Charlene repeatedly held back from making a sound, Shannon and I could easily tell from her rich expression that she was extremely sensitive to sexual contact. While this certainly made me long for Charlene’s flesh even more, it also clearly enraged Shan Shan.

“Stop it, what do we do now?” The fact that I would have such misgivings was certainly not a worry about what would happen if I raped Charlene. As far as Charlene’s response in kissing was concerned, I knew that she was also very much looking forward to this feast of the flesh. Deliberately asking this question was merely a matter of respecting Shannon’s status as a host, and hoping that she would give clear instructions to start the meal at this table made up of Charlene’s naked body.

“What can I do? Let’s play first, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” Sam drifted off into some helplessness, crouching naked on the bed and pulling Charlene by the hair as she told me I didn’t have to hold down my libido any longer.

Charlene frowned tightly and tilted her head back to comply with Shannon’s gesture in order to ease the pain of her hair being pulled by Shannon. Her slightly rapid breathing drove her breasts to rise and fall from time to time, making her beautiful naked body even more attractive. She gritted her teeth to bear the abuse of Shan Shan, slightly open eyes from time to time to sneak a glance at me, probably means to ask for help.

I couldn’t bear to look at her like that, but the more Charlene could give in, the easier it would be for me to capture her body, so I didn’t even want to stop Sam’s almost irrational behavior. My prick was burning with a blazing fire, and that wasn’t something that Shannon could put out. I hardened my heart, bit my lip, and stripped off all my clothes, as well as the ribbons that bound Charlene to my body.

“I’ll go on top and you’ll go down, let the little slut think about it before we think about how to fuck her.” Sam dragged a pillow and heaved Charlene’s head onto it, hastily deciding on the position of our intercourse.

“You’re the one being generous, so don’t dawdle and get jealous again later.” I tossed my removed clothing on the floor and casually pinched Sam’s nose. She snorted and made a face at my prior statement.

Without wasting too much time, Sam then flopped down on the edge of the bed and deftly kissed Charlene’s lips, cheeks, neck, and ears with her tongue, and repeatedly tickled Charlene’s shoulder blades, breasts, and ribcage area with her hands. All of these flirtatious positions Shannon performed with great skill, proving once again that she was by no means rusty when it came to lovemaking.

Charlene clenched her lips at first, seemingly refusing to let the lewd sounds burst from her mouth. Yet as much as she could fake it on the surface, her constantly trembling body didn’t lie. I picked up the scissors that Sam had tossed aside and cut through the tape that had adhered Charlene’s hands and legs, allowing her to regain her mobility. As her bushy pubic hair and brightly colored private parts became visible to me, the scent of love juices evaporated by her body heat quietly tantalized my sense of smell. My lust had long been hoarded to the roof of my mouth and had to be unleashed on Charlene’s flesh as it was before I could cool my completely out-of-order rationality.

I spread and clasped Charlene’s firm, elastic thighs and dug into her sweaty crotch. My tongue hovered at the base of her thighs, and the occasional hot breath from my mouth enveloped her privates, delivering exactly the right amount of skin tickling pleasure for flirting.

Charlene’s legs struggled breathlessly to free herself from the grip of my arms, but her true will was so far advanced on the eve of intercourse that she was unable to do so. I could easily see through this, and I slid my tongue faster, intensifying my tongue stimulation as well as savoring her body with my taste buds.

“Oh …… no …… don’t do that, uh …… don’t …… don’t use the tongue, mmm~~…mmm…… “Charlene finally gave up her silent insistence in an unintentional struggle and let out a moan that was almost pleading. Although these dialogues are a bit like a thousand Japanese porn movies, yet I still enjoy her mildly resisting muscles while listening to her uncontrollable moans.

“Be a good girl and don’t move, in a little while you’ll be hooked.” Since Charlene hadn’t wasted her tongue’s teasing, I lapped at her with even more abandon. Still, at this moment of sexual desire at stake, I insisted on avoiding her most sensitive nub and labia, letting the love juices run over them and habitually accruing the woman’s need for sexual things.

“Oh …… me …… me …… mmmm …… ” Charlene’s moans were getting clearer and clearer, yet she didn’t know how to use her sex to actively meet my mouth, just intermittent murmurs that conveyed the message of burning sexual desire.

“You little bitch want it, don’t you? We won’t give it to you if you don’t say you want it, say it…” Shannon obviously realized that Charlene’s fiery passion had reached the point of imminent eruption. After coercing her, she pinched and rubbed Charlene’s breasts, exposing Charlene’s erect nipples to her fingertips, and then took a bite out of her wet mouth, nibbling on them from time to time with her teeth, either heavily or lightly.

“Ah, ah …… people …… people …… people …… mmm, mmm …… “The combination of pain and pleasure in her chest caused Charlene’s moans to become more and more urgent, and the words interspersed with her moans of questioning became more pouty, unable to fully articulate her needs.

“Too embarrassed to say it aren’t you? Let me help you.” My lower body was drumming furiously, anxious for catharsis because of Charlene’s arousal. I ruffled my pubic hair and shoved my tongue as far into Charlene’s cunt as I could, a massive swirl of love juices flooding the base of my tongue. I savored Charlene’s hot private parts, wondering about the orgasm she might have reached long ago.

“Ah …… give it to me, give it to me …… ah …… ah …… ah …… ” Charlene’s shriek filled the room all of a sudden, and the sinews of her legs abruptly tightened. My tongue moved in and out of her cunt more rapidly, yet in the midst of the unstoppable action, my suspicions deepened much deeper as Charlene entered the situation. Compared to other women, either Charlene’s experience was too shallow, or she was faking the reaction of an impending orgasm to gain favor with me.

“What’s the point of screaming so loud? You might as well save your strength for licking me there.”

Shannon’s libido was also apparently at a point where she couldn’t suppress it, and she sneered at Charlene as she straddled Charlene’s face facing me.

“Oooh …… mmmm ……” Charlene, of course, had no way to voice her approval or disapproval, with Shannon’s hips already perched on her face hole and her privates hard against her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth to cry out, she sucked in Shannon’s pussy in one smooth motion. Her booming range wasn’t slightly discolored by sucking Sam’s cock, it was just quite a bit duller for a moment.

“Ah ……,” Shannon said as she faced the sensitive Charlene, her lower body mostly filled with love juices long ago as well. When the sound of Charlene sucking on her private parts traveled clearly around the room, she too cried out in disbelief. The flood of lust caused her to grab her neck and hair obliviously, and her full, soft breasts swayed tantalizingly in my line of sight.

This erotic picture made it impossible for my lower body to just bob in the air any longer. After haphazardly tearing away the tape still clinging to Charlene’s legs and smearing her love juices on my hot prick, I stood up straight, slightly elevating her eagerly cooperating lower body, and plunged my prick directly into her cunt.

“Mmmm ……,” Charlene stifled a cry as Sam’s bodily fluids gurgled and rolled in her mouth. Her torso trembled in vain, and her hands, searching for some sort of dependence, seemed to wrap around Sam’s armpits and tighten their grip on the breasts that didn’t belong to her. A little later, with a passion she couldn’t resist, my prick repeatedly moved in and out of her cunt, and at last, at a loss for words, she wiggled her hips wildly, responding to my thrusts with great enthusiasm.

Facing two nubile and attractive women at the same time, it was as if I was in a crater, my body bathed in hot lava. But it’s not as if I haven’t had similar experiences in the past, and the more my emotions sink into a woman’s flesh, the more the sex itself should be a snap. For no other reason than that not being able to satisfy a woman is my greatest humiliation.

I tried my best to suppress the feeling of impending ejaculation, not intending in the slightest to repeatedly whet their appetites as I had done with Shannon alone. Charlene’s lack of sexual experience was evident in both her convulsing body and her screams that drifted through the air, which meant that she was more likely to climax than Sam. I had to keep Charlene at the top of her game for the shortest amount of time before I had enough energy to turn the tables on Sam.

After determining the tactics, my pumping became more intense. Although I couldn’t see Charlene’s expression during sex, I was sure that the harder I pumped, the more she concentrated on sucking or licking Sam’s private parts. If Charlene knew how to learn from experience, she should have been trying to shove the tip of her warm tongue into Sam’s pussy, just as I was doing for her! ……

Charlene’s narrow privates interrupted my assumption that my prick, tightly surrounded by her love juices, was not only stuffing the entire vagina, but also maintaining a certain speed in and out of Charlene.

All of a sudden, floods of pleasure caused me to kiss Sammy, who was close at hand. She had obviously been looking forward to it for a long time, and wrapped her arms around my body, sending her panting lips into a passionate embrace. The tip of her tongue actively slipped into my mouth, meeting my tongue over and over again. After a few moments, I gently asked her to move her body, and lowered my head to suck on her peach colored nipples. Sam habitually clutched my head and her hips kept swaying, proving that her emotions were also at the peak of her sexual arousal.

Charlene’s hands never left Shannon’s puffy breasts, and thus while I was sucking on Shannon’s mesmerizing nipples, I didn’t forget to lick Charlene’s delicate fingers, letting their different parts of the organ take turns sliding across my tongue.

“Ah …… Well …… Oh …… Uh…… Ah …… Oh……” Two different chants came from these two beautiful women, who were like two exquisite musical instruments, each emitting delicate and voluptuous notes that blended into a beautiful melody in the air.

Their partial physiques swept so tantalizingly across my vision that my regularly pumping lower body was almost about to be unable to curb the urge to ejaculate. I gathered my wits a little and refocused my attention on Charlene. I reluctantly let my lips leave their fingers and nipples, and wrapped my arms around an agitated Shannon, mooching each other with the nape of my neck. My prick burst hard into Charlene’s cunt, and that final stroke then led Charlene to an orgasm for I don’t know how many times.

“Ah …… ah …… ah …… ah …… ah …… ah ……” The intense pleasure prompted Charlene to push Sam’s buttocks away from her suddenly, letting out a fully intoxicated cry, yet her throat seemed to be so full of Sam’s love juices that she sounded a little hollow.

“Ahh …… I want it, hurry up and give it to me, give it to me …… mmmm ……” Shannon bent her body and clamped her legs around Charlene’s extremely aroused head, and lowered her head to kiss Charlene’s wet pussy, and the root of my prick that was still attached to Charlene’s cunt. Her emotions were driven by Charlene’s orgasm, and she spoke intermittently of urgent need.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you right away. My lovely Charlene, just rest for a while.” I gasped as I pulled out my slippery prick and kissed Charlene’s bodily fluid-flooded private parts. However, I didn’t dare to slack off at all, because after satisfying Charlene, the sexual battle with Shannon had just begun.

I adjusted my breathing rate slightly and moved around to Sam’s backside. Charlene’s cheeks were flushed after her orgasm, while Sam’s lust had already run all over her bright features. At this point, Charlene’s body was still twitching slightly, despite the fact that she was already satisfied. From time to time, she flicked her tongue out and lightly flicked at Sam’s glistening nub.

Charlene’s demeanor so mesmerized me today that I almost just forgot about Shannon’s presence.

I didn’t have much time to keep my eyes there, however, because Shannon’s love-juice-adorned private parts were radiating no less allure than Charlene’s face. With a fleeting recollection of Shannon’s face as she climaxed, I wrenched her plump ass cheeks apart and plunged my unsatisfied prick into her long-desired cunt, launching another furious assault.

“Ah …… hurry up, ah …… me …… you let me …… ah …… hurry up ……”

As a result of the long wait, Sam was not only so aroused that she clung to Charlene’s firm legs, but she also began to chant unintelligible ravings. She gyrated her hips vigorously in response to my powerful movements, sometimes crying out, sometimes ducking her head to suck on Charlene’s private parts.

“Mmmm …… mmmm ……” Charlene’s grunts and emotions, which had only just eased, burned up again, tantalized by Sam’s lips and teeth. Her face hole, Sam’s privates and my lower body were close at hand, so as she licked Sam’s nub, the tip of her tongue swept over my scrotum without skimming. Her hands swept lightly over Sam’s smooth back, while her torso produced another slight shudder in response to the frequency of Sam’s lip movements.

Shannon’s cunt seemed to be a little wider than Charlene’s, yet the pleasure she brought once she made all the effort as she was doing now was not yet comparable to Charlene’s. In order to enjoy both Charlene’s tongue and my prick, Shannon rocked her hips violently from side to side, while her lower body contracted powerfully, apparently hoping that I would just cum inside her.

In this case, even though I could maintain my original position and let Sandra bring me to the peak of sexual affairs, Charlene was warmly sucking my scrotum at her crotch, which from time to time made me feel that I could not get enough. Unless I could maintain a certain level of stamina after satisfying Shannon, we could possibly possess Charlene again in full. As soon as I made up my mind, I grabbed Sam’s ass, closed my eyes and imagined Charlene’s beautiful face as I raced inside Sam.

“Ahhhh …… I …… I’m going to die …… bye …… please! You guys hurry up……Ah ah ah……” Shannon let out a cry of intent to reach orgasm under my violent pumping. Her hips, which had been rocking regularly, became indistinguishable from each other and swung obliviously.

“Oooh …… mmmm ……” Charlene’s private parts and emotions were simultaneously being tugged at by Shannon, and not only did my balls feel the increasingly powerful sucking, but the trembling of Shannon’s limbs added to the eye-rolling. The shaking of Shannon’s limbs made my eyes water even more. Our limbs slowly became one in the violent movements and strange feelings, and finally ShanShan could no longer bear the shock of pleasure.

“Ah ……” Shannon’s cry of lost scabbard seemed to have been the mark of her orgasm. Her stiff body spasmed for a moment before her sinews went completely slack and she lazily paralyzed between Charlene’s about legs. With a small sigh of relief, I pulled my prick out of Shannon’s dripping wet cunt. The moment it was withdrawn, the residual pleasure still caused her to twitch a few times, letting out a few faint muffled grunts of satisfaction.

I knelt down and gently caressed Charlene’s face. For the first time since I walked into this room, I was looking at the flirtatious her this close. This instant, she stopped meaninglessly sucking on Shannon’s nub and let her eyes focus on a silent communication with me, revealing nothing more than burning lust and a fondness for orgasm from her eyes.

Charlene’s sparkling, flashing gaze drove me down to kiss her on the lips. In her mouth, which was strewn with the scent of Sam’s love juices, our lips and tongues warmly intertwined, beginning another flirtatious foreplay.

“Hmmm …… I …… want to again, hmmm …… can …… you please …… “It didn’t take long for a shy Charlene to whisper her request. This may have been because the post-orgasmic Shannon had read my mind and Charlene’s, and once again teased Charlene’s nub with her tongue, such that her desire for sex had risen again for a few moments.

“I told you you’d be addicted. Sam, it’s your turn to rest.” I smiled and patted Charlene’s cheek, knowing full well that this was common for women after orgasm. After enjoying Charlene’s flesh, however, I had to make quick work of Charlene’s pussy if I didn’t want to keep fighting a lousy battle with Shannon.

I made Sam turn around, her orgasm causing her to have the good sense to roll aside and lie down, and Charlene and I then clung together in a frenzied kiss. The desire I’d had since we met was suddenly so real that I felt the warmth of Charlene’s breasts on one side and eagerly shoved my rising prick into her uncooled cunt on the other.

In order to satisfy myself, my pumping was very violent from the beginning, and I took Charlene’s pussy nucleus into special consideration in terms of angle, and fought to rub it. Charlene also held me back, trying her best to match me, her private parts just tightening around my lower body, causing me to quickly reach a state of disorientation before ejaculation.

Not wanting to lose this hard-won possession right away, and not wanting to leave Sandy out in the cold and cause her to think of something else, I pulled out my prick and had Charlene turn over on her side, entering her from the back instead. As I pumped Charlene violently, they embraced each other’s bodies and kissed furiously. Shannon, who had reached orgasm, seemed to regain the docility she had when we first met, caressing Charlene’s body like a big sister as she shuddered uncontrollably. Whether or not this reaction is normal, I’d rather see her treat Charlene this way.

Charlene’s private parts clamped tightly around my prick, causing my consciousness to wan and lose its way in the sea of her flesh. As I pumped, a stronger and hotter current built up in my lower body. Soothed, I could no longer get a handle on this sexual affair and instead slapped Charlene’s ass obliviously. Seeing my fingerprints burn bright red into the whiter skin of Charlene’s buttocks, my urge to cum accelerated again.

“Mmmm …… give it to me, please, hurry up and give it to me, ah ……” Charlene’s torso was convulsing frequently under my wild rampage, and with every slap or pump of my palms and prick, her state of being With every slap or thrust of my palm and shaft, she was getting closer to orgasm, and almost unable to bear it, she had to press breast to breast with Shannon, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from the sex by embracing.

When I felt Charlene’s pussy contract violently, I learned that it was almost time to cum. Even at this instant, I realized that I shouldn’t misinterpret Charlene’s words as she climaxed. In fact, in Charlene’s current state, it was likely that she wouldn’t even be able to figure out if I had ejaculated or not; all she was asking me for was the orgasm itself, not the cum that was raging in her pussy, and rather than just blindly ejaculating, she would have been better off leaving it to the more experienced Shannon.

I resisted the urge to ejaculate and pulled out my prick again, Shannon and Charlene got up in unison, and with their warm tongues and mouths respectively, they kissed or sucked my prick at will. My body trembled under their caresses, and my mind gradually drifted. When my hot semen finally shot out under their stimulation, I sucked in a breath of excitement, and holding my prick, I sprayed my semen evenly on their faces.

The aftermath of the orgasm floated between the three of us, me gasping for breath sharply while the girls, one on the left and the other on the rock, pressed their cheeks against the not-yet-shrunken shafts, caressing and kissing on one side and smearing cum on the other’s face as well.

“Alright, little bitch, you’ve had enough fun, next we’re going to kill you to silence you…” the one who spoiled the tranquility of the atmosphere, of course, was still none other than Shan Shan. She suddenly pushed Charlene down, her eyes burning with real jealousy, casually grabbed the scissors that fell on the floor, and pushed them straight to Charlene’s throat!

“Charlene she’s very obedient, we don’t seem to have a need ……” At this point I was still drowning in the post cumming scenario and Shannon’s actions were indeed so unexpected that the stunned me could only watch as she pounced on Charlene, there was no time to stop her!

“No, don’t kill me …… you …… you two animals …… ouch, I can’t help it, hahahaha …… “Things were almost as changeable as life, Charlene first cowering in fear on the bed, followed by wrestling with Shannon, and as I was about to step forward to stop the pointless struggle, they actually laughed and hugged each other, the togetherness was no different than when they were having sex.

“So you guys have been talking about this for a long time.” As they gazed at me delicately, the few doubts that had been swirling around in my mind dissipated in a flash. As soon as they finished their uproarious laughter, I took each of them by the shoulders and let them and my equally exhausted bodies lie down, resting comfortably in my arms.

“Yes, once you were discharged from the hospital we often chatted, and when we talked about that, people remembered what happened that day.” Charlene swept away the haze from when she pretended to be kidnapped, but the shy blush still lingered on her cheeks.

“Charlene she asked me how it felt to make love to you, so I told her to try it for herself.” Sam probed and planted a soft kiss on Charlene’s lips, her earlier fierce demeanor long gone.

“The two of us watched a lot of porn tapes and rehearsed it many times.”

As soon as Charlene finished, she ran her soft tongue over my chest, making me unconsciously associate her with a tame cat.

“Yeah, you’re not going to be mad, are you?” Sam ruffled my sweat-soaked hair; her intentions for me might not really be in love, but in the flesh. If that were true, she would indeed be an exceptional sexual partner.

“How come? She was not only a surprise, but the best birthday present ever.” I actually had very mixed feelings after this harmless joke ended. But in this moment of left-field love, I had no intention of either reprimanding them in anger or erasing the romantic mood, so I just looked up and kissed Charlene on the lips.

“Would you really kill someone to silence them if Shannon didn’t talk?” Charlene reached out to seal my approaching mouth, smiling as she took Shanshan’s ridiculous offer as a way of pouting at me.

“Probably will. But right now what I’m more interested in doing is recommending you to my friend who is in publishing and asking him to help you out with an illustrated photo book.” I couldn’t help but be a little distracted as my fingers slid over their differently textured skin, listening to their luscious giggles, and the silhouette that made me masturbate came back to my mind.

“Look at you, so vain, did you not play to your true strength just now?” Shannon got up with other intentions, her eyes shining with a wry light, “You were unfair just now oooh, giving more to Charlene.”

“So …… let’s do it again, shall we?” Charlene solicited my consent, but Shannon didn’t wait for me to express my opinion, going straight down on my crotch and sucking on the dwindling prick. Not to be outdone, Charlene smiled petulantly and gave me a look that signaled me to turn on my side and hungrily close both sides of my scrotum in one bite.

My lower body was surrounded by two hot streams from Shannon and Charlene, and before long, it was just like getting a new lease on life in their warm mouths, swelling slowly.

(vii)

Hiding in the shadows from the spots a rocky moonlight inyour eyesMalcing magic at the movies in my old Chevrolet

As you can imagine, I had a very tiring, but also a very wild night under the dual seduction of Sam and Charlene. We were so saturated with emotions and orgasms that the only problem was that I repeatedly mistook their figures for the woman who had haunted my dreams.

Casablanca is characterized by the singer’s raspy voice, which always creates a sad mood in the listener’s mind for no apparent reason. Perhaps because the machine is too old or because of the dust accumulated in the grooves of the record, many murmurs of unknown origin are mixed in with the songs, deepening the sadness of the songs.

Although dreams are the main driving force that supports human existence, I don’t know at what age I stopped believing in such silly things as dream lovers. I was already of marriageable age when I hesitated to get married, but I just didn’t believe in love. Today, those vulgar love legend, actually impartial happened in my kind of people, I am laughing, but also can not help but feel that I am too stupid.

In fact, I knew how meaningless waiting was between her and me, yet I spent several nights in a row on unhelpful thoughts, fading this brief encounter with long periods of insomnia.

Things were just as boring as they were exciting, and I had exiled myself in an alcohol-constructed bunker and had only just placed this woman in the depths of my memory when she called me on the cell phone number on her business card. She identified herself in a very suggestive way, only asking if I remembered 38 ½ degrees north and not mentioning her identity at all.

Our conversation was nothing more than a few short sentences, and I suppressed my teenage boyish excitement by telling her that it didn’t really make a difference whether we met or not, but in the face of her apology and formal invitation, I just couldn’t find a reason to say no.

After the call, I rearranged my confidence in women, realizing that those things I’d always prided myself on had long since been eroded in two weeks of waiting. I zeroed in on the main reason she had overwhelmed me, but kept casting a reasonable answer to myself. Clueless, I had to reconfirm my desire to possess her completely, whether it was in the physical sense or in the abstract sense of love.

Understanding a woman is far more difficult than understanding an era, and I often wonder if we wouldn’t have had a lingering past if she hadn’t made that fateful phone call. Wouldn’t we have been able to forget our regrets?

The more I get caught up in the past, the heavier the emotional load becomes. While thinking this way, my vision gradually lost focus, and her sexy red lips were like wildfire, making me unconsciously simulate the memory of kissing her over and over again.

(viii)

The first place we met was the “Heavenly Revolver” at the intersection of Jinshan South Road and Heping East Road. It’s a disco pub for dancing and drinking, and most of the customers are teenagers. Since I arrived a little earlier than I had promised, I circled the neighborhood a few times, but she was nowhere in sight.

Standing on the streets of Taipei, the waiting didn’t upset me too much. The more practical problem was that I had always felt that I had been too hasty in agreeing to this meeting, and it hadn’t even occurred to me that it might just be a joke on her part, or that she had needs beyond the emotional and physical, such as a bad mood, a loan, or something like that. I was under the impression that women who were interested in me usually didn’t take this long to get in touch.

“Hi.” Her sultry voice drifted mistily past me in a brief greeting before my thoughts became more pessimistic. I looked at her naturally, elation causing memories to spread their wings in my brain. Unfortunately, her brow was locked in thick apprehension, certainly not a good sign for the first time we had the night to ourselves.

Tonight she is no longer dressed in the orange color of the encounter, but in plain stretch jeans that wrap around her long, slender legs and full, rounded hips; she is dressed up in a date-red, hollow leather undershirt that reveals her shapely shoulders and a belly free of flab: her long hair is tucked upwards in a pure white bandana, and her face and lips, unadorned, are the same color as the original to meet the complexity I’ve been missing. Her versatility surprises me more than her punctuality, and the only thing that is the same as my first impression is Poison’s light fragrance.

“What am I supposed to say to you? Don’t you think it’s pretty meaningless to just say hi like that?” I asked politely about the name she hadn’t mentioned on the phone, trying to hide the excitement of meeting her again. Still, nervousness pervaded my words, and if she had been attentive enough, she would have been able to hear a rapid heartbeat.

“Is that how you always ask a woman her name? Call me Niki.” After a light smile, Niki graciously gave me the answer I was looking for. Before I can stop her, she walks into the store on her own.

I quickly followed Niki into the noisy space, and was instantly annoyed by the boisterous music and the crowd. This kind of place was a confusing urban maze for me, and if she hadn’t been moving so fast, I would have preferred to drive around.

We ordered half a dozen Heineken’s at the bar, and as we found side-by-side seats, the silence spread endlessly between us. It was slow dance time in the mall, and Niki was gently tapping her foot to the beat, her eyes roaming the darkened dance floor. Looking at her without makeup, I secretly hoped that it would be a no-frills night, but there was still a huge gap between us.

“Dance?” When the melody of Casablanca was played by D.J., it was inevitable that I, who always favored the song, would want to find someone to dance with. I put my hand in front of Niki’s face as I asked for an invitation.

Niki gathered up her lax attention and rested her hand dryly on my palm. We wanly made our way to the dance floor, yet the frequency of our steps was very different from the other couples.

The matter of dancing with a lover has its most basic romantic attributes. Even if there is no biting of ears or love talk and complete reticence, there is a unique pleasure in it. What’s more unfortunate is that I still can’t force myself to believe that we, who used to only have oral sex in our aphrodisiac dreams before today, can be considered lovers during its dance.

Niki’s sudden invitation and the coldness with which we met baffled me, who had always been calm and collected. At the moment, though I was resting on her half-naked shoulders and feeling her even breathing, my steps were very different from the beat of the music, simply because I couldn’t believe that she was actually there in my arms.

Being accustomed to maneuvering between women, I certainly know what to say or do in similar situations. On that note, at least I had accomplished my goal of dancing with her with just a word and a gesture. The real dilemma was that I wanted not just her flesh, but the soul of her love through the façade of eloquence. If I really want this hidden goal to be realized, I had better continue to maintain an embarrassing silence. Any inappropriate words could spoil this hard-won opportunity for me.

The nostalgic Casablanca played to a close, and D.J. brought the upbeat dance music to a close. Niki clearly shares my disinterest in up-tempo dance music, and as the colorful lights flickered on the dance floor, we walked out in unison, bringing our brief dance together to a presumptive end.

“You like Casablanca too?” After returning to her seat, Niki tries to talk her way out of the boredom. I’m sure she was more agitated by the sprawling silence than she was looking for.

Having been exposed to the pitfalls of Niki’s words, I wasn’t sure that we shared the same preferences in terms of songs. I deliberately pretended not to care, and just nodded silently.

“You’re smart, you haven’t been talking.” Niki praised easily as if she recognized my defenses. Her demeanor was matter-of-fact, without much pretense.

“Luckily, not many people have called me stupid.” Since my deliberate caution couldn’t work, I certainly didn’t have to be overly insistent in my words.

“Were you waiting for me to say something?” Niki subconsciously toyed with her beer can, as direct as she had been during the encounter.

“You asked me out.” I circled the question back to Niki, suddenly feeling rather dazzled by the dazzling swirling lights on the dance floor and the misty figures of the young men and women who danced vigorously to the rhythm of the music.

“You do have an interesting logic. ok, Bottom up.” Niki nodded and grabbed the Heineken that had been left out on the table for so long, pulled the pull-tab, and drained the beer in one gulp, squeezing and deflating the empty aluminum can.

“Cheers,” I said, doing the same thing as Niki, which was fine by me, being used to socializing. The problem was that most women, even if they could not drink a thousand glasses, did not show off their drinking prowess by drinking heavily, and were likely to either drown their sorrows or paralyze themselves. However, I wanted her both physically and spiritually, so I had a vague expectation of a third possibility.

“Seriously, I’m not a big fan of old songs, and I hate men who pretend to be mysterious.”

Niki opened another can of beer to herself, sucking on the foam that bubbled out of the top.

“Then why did you call me? You can’t fail to see that I’m this kind of person.”

I was glad that I hadn’t tried to win Niki’s favor by talking about oldies on the basis of her words alone. As things stood, it would be better for me to avoid speaking freely, except to be more sure of her fickleness.

“You’re finally willing to ask me? I thought you didn’t want to know why I asked you out.” Under the lights of the dance floor, Niki dismantles my defenses with a sickly tone.

Pride alternated with sarcasm on her face, and despite my heightened vigilance, I fell into a verbal trap and took it upon myself to ask her about the purpose of asking me out.

“You’re good at talking.” Instead of getting angry at Niki for repeatedly moving the conversation around with loopholes, I wholeheartedly praised her for her wit.

“You’re in luck, I just want to drink today, I’m not interested in farting around.”

Niki sips her mulled wine, a hint of confusion floating in her pupils. From that, I’m guessing her real need tonight isn’t a cheap hangover, I’m afraid.

“I’ll drink to you then.” I opened another can of beer to honor Niki, drinking it in a much more subtle way than a toast.

“I’ve noticed that you don’t know much about women, it’s obviously so boring to be with you and talk shit about taking risks or not.” Niki sighed a long, drawn out breath, exhaling her dissatisfaction in a low voice. She snuggled her warm body a little closer to me and gently took my arm. These actions and words simply exposed her latent desires.

“And you’re more melancholy than usual today, aren’t you?” Of course, I knew this was a common tactic, but I didn’t want to explain Niki’s whining. Why wouldn’t I want to chase her desire for adventure? As long as I treated her like a normal woman and put her on my sexual pedestal, we could have as much carnal fun as we wanted. The bad thing was that she was so sacred to me that I was always thinking about her illusory love.

“I admit it, but you seem indifferent.” Niki, who was busy drinking solo, turned back to gaze at the brilliant dance floor, apparently still unable to get over my mute behavior. Looking at her contemplative side, I could hardly deny the temptation.

“When women want to have sex with strange men, alcohol often represents the courage they need.” Though I couldn’t be sure if Niki’s imagined adventure amounted to intercourse, I made my boldest assumption and got up and walked around to her back. I wrapped my arms around her, gently taking her cold hands in mine, and the scent of shampoo that had climbed into her hair swirled smartly into my nostrils, joining Poison perfume in stimulating my olfactory senses.

“Are you so sure I won’t turn around and slap you around?” Niki neither resists nor obeys, just puts down the beer can in her hand.

“You won’t, because you remember what I said the day I met you.” From even arms to flat belly, I caress her skin that has forgotten its body temperature because of the cold, letting her sweaty hairs slide through my fingers one by one. It doesn’t take long before her epidermis is streaked with goosebumps as a result, validating my slightly earlier judgment one by one.

“Of course I remember, you’re really good with women.” Niki comfortably closed her eyelids, ironed my neck with her slightly warm cheeks, and then gently stroked the back of my hand with her fingers. After this and this simple stimulation, the always sophisticated me actually felt a hot current injected into my lower body, and lust was already sprouting quietly in a flash.

“Any idea what I want to do next?” I leaned down to whisper between Niki’s ears, exhaling slowly into my eardrums, telegraphing my intent to invade her. She tilted her head back in excitement, her breathing slightly labored. In response to my seduction, she even slightly stuck out her peach-colored tongue and moistened her dry lips.

“Isn’t that so?” Niki suddenly broke away from my arms, got up and hooked her arms around my neck, and brought her lips, which had become very moist, to my mouth, kissing me in a slapdash manner. Her lips were so flavorful and smooth, conveying a breathtaking magic, that I was almost caught off guard.

“Yes, but not enough.” From Niki’s seductive eyes and dainty look, I finally knew that the more wanton my demeanor was at this point, the more to her liking it would be. I took it a step further and embraced her from the front, groping the skin of her backside that was exposed on the outside of her leather jacket. Yet despite the real arousal of her love, I kept my usual rationale, confident in my sexuality. This is because a woman who is too easy to get is always a bit of a disappointment to me.

“Well …… that’s easy, come to my house and take as much as you can as long as you can …… well ……” Alcohol Niki’s smile was tinged with an undetermined amount of drunkenness, and even though we hadn’t actually gotten naked yet, a few notes symbolizing pleasure were already dropping out of the sides of her mouth, intentionally or unintentionally.

“I thought you’d want to drink more.” I was sure she wasn’t kidding, but had to adopt a reserved attitude to reaffirm this bold invitation. For the sole reason that her easily emitted moans not only incinerated my lower body, but also gradually mashed my vision of true love.

“Uh-huh, Salut at my house is definitely more enjoyable than beer …… By the way, don’t worry, I’m not married.” Niki lets out a lazy, pouty, muffled grunt and leans helplessly against me, reaching up to guide me in caressing her plump ass and slender thighs. She actually shivered slightly in her mesmerized demeanor as I speculated on the graceful curves between her strands through the texture of her jeans.

So far, I am fully convinced that Niki is ready to give herself to me. In the mode of fast-food love, I can choose to perform in a slutty way and be a perfect match; of course, on the contrary, I can also play the role of a decent person, deliberately miss the encounter, and go home to apologize or pay tribute to myself. No matter what I decide, I know very well that after the passion and impulses are gone, the only thing we can keep are the fleeting memories.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Since Niki had already taken a stand with her body, it didn’t seem necessary for me to hesitate in my fermenting lust. Once you step into the land of male and female love, it’s inherently dangerous to think of the object as too sacred.

As I left the “Sky Spin” with Niki in my arms, I realized that all eyes in the pub were focused on us. I didn’t want to speculate on the meaning of the stares around me, but I was lost in her charms and just wanted to get into this exciting night of adventure.

“Other than my boyfriend, you’re the first man to come to my place.”

Niki, like Shannon, is a single woman living alone. But her apartment suite is small, sophisticated and very different from Shannon’s spacious place.

“Should I be flattered then?” I sat on the floor in the pink room, feeling very hot under the strong effects of the alcohol, even though the cold air was constantly running.

“What do you say?” A half-drunk Niki used my leg as a pillow, her face flushed with alcohol and a fine cold sweat oozing from her forehead. We grabbed tall glasses of expensive Salut as if it were boiling water and boozed one glass after another. Even though our bodies were so close, I couldn’t turn a blind eye to the detachment I felt from each other on the eve of making love, so I tried to change the subject.

“Where did you get the patience to mess with so many pieces of the puzzle?” I mindlessly scanned the wide bed, letting the mostly completed puzzle linger in my field of vision. The puzzle consisted of a couple kissing on the beach, the couple’s part was finished, leaving the more difficult part of the beach, and the empty box on the side was conspicuously labeled “5000”.

“Don’t talk about that piece of shit… even if you’ve seen me with him before, that doesn’t mean I can’t really leave him…” at the mention of Jigsaw, Niki cursed with unknown intent, her agitated gesture causing the Salut in her glass to spill over the rim and onto the clean carpet.

“Bullshit.” I cursed at myself, suddenly realizing that Niki shared this puzzle with her boyfriend, and that the reason she was particularly depressed today was probably because of her feelings. I certainly wouldn’t assume that their relationship was over just because she was cursing. A more reliable judgment would be that she was releasing the conflict between her and her boyfriend on me. Which means that the only reason I got a chance to get a kiss was because she was hoping to get back at her man for it.

I sipped my wine in silence, a pang of unexplained jealousy building up inside me.

“Tell me, why did you do that to me?” Niki rested her glass toward the floor and staggered over. From the sound of the ambiguously positioned remark, it was clear that she had been drinking too much and had mistaken me for her man.

“I’m not your boyfriend.” Whether Niki was pretending to be crazy or really drunk, I didn’t want to question her about her other relationship at this point. In my experience, comforting a drunk woman is the most exhausting thing in the world. If I didn’t draw the line on my identity right away, this beautiful night would be filled with nightmares.

“You must think I’m drunk, but you’d better remember what you said now.” Niki, who had been less than sober a few minutes ago, suddenly looked at me with a straight face.

She certainly couldn’t sober up in such a short time, and all that crazy talk was obviously just her disguise.

“Fuck.” I cursed again, another one of Niki’s traps peppered throughout her words. This time she’s aiming to let me know before we have sex that my identity isn’t likely to change in any way as a result of having sex with her.

“At least you’re right about one thing, I rarely fool around with men outside the house, drinking is just a method used to increase my courage.” Having accomplished her goal Niki lay prone on my lap, the warmth of her breasts seeping into my bloodstream in a flash, merging with my body heat.

“The only thing that attracts me to you is also the flesh.” I gazed at Niki’s lower half, stretch jeans straining her ample ass and thin legs. As Poison’s scent subtly creates an irony against me, I ignore the torrent of feelings inside me, preferring to agree with her. With this mindless lie, I’m also betraying myself in an unspoken way.

“Come on, let’s make love…” Niki seemed quite pleased with my answer, and she went straight to unbuttoning my shirt and stimulating my skin with her lips and tongue. I couldn’t help but address her pure white headband, letting my brushed together hair fall like a waterfall over my chest, sweeping it gently. Her soft tongue stepped in a deft dance, darting back and forth sharply over my nipple area, and feeling the ebb and flow of my taste buds I finally lost the ability to tell if I was being sincere or playing along, and threw myself into the world she was constructing with her body.

I unzipped Niki’s blouse extremely roughly, and found that she had deliberately discarded a woman’s reliance on snug underwear in order to create this wild invitation. I squeezed and kneaded her full breasts directly, the light brown nipples having already greeted the beginning of this sexual affair with a firm torso.

To get me more involved, Niki volunteered to remove her hollow leather jacket. I slid my palms all over her naked, delicate upper body, hooked my arms around her shoulders in a smooth motion, and held her tightly in my arms, frantically kissing the woman who should have been living only in an erotic dream. Her hand naturally rested on my brow, gripping tighter and tighter, our heartbeats answering each other in an intense rhythm, saliva tangling with desire around our mouths, and spits and moans symbolizing longing spilling out of the corners of our mouths without notice.

“Oooh …… mmmm …… mmmm …… oh …… “We flustered, impatiently stripped each other of our clothes, never able to break the frenzied kiss. The sounds of kissing mingled together as if they too were engaged in an abstract sexual intercourse. Our consciousness grew hazy with the interaction of alcohol and flesh, yet I still found her physical behavior unusual at this juncture of intentionality.

From the moment of flirting, Niki seemed to be more aggressive and hungry than any woman I’d experienced in the past. Her posture prior to sex was rather cagey, so much so that I could hardly find a reason for her to be so engaged. The coldness of her words brought her into the situation so quickly that, unless she had been sexually inactive for some time, her over-expectation of sex at this point was highly suspicious.

If my hypothesis were valid, suspicion would rightly point to her boyfriend. Yet dreaming of her summoning my libido with real nakedness, it no longer mattered whether her boyfriend was impotent or frigid.

“Oh …… mmmm …… mmmm ……” I shook off those tedious thoughts and laid Niki on her back, kissing and caressing her skin inch by inch, following the curves of her body. the curves of her body, kissing and caressing her skin inch by inch, like surveying a complex terrain. My hands climbed over her high breasts, gently teasing her nipples with my fingernails, sliding over her flat stomach before getting lost in the deep pubic hair. Her body shivered slightly and jerked violently at times, mesmerized by the sexual music I was playing.

Although Niki was more sensitive than Shannon, Charlene and the others, similar to an inexperienced virgin, this could also be explained by the fact that she was as horny as a whore. While this was a welcome sign for me, it was also a dangerous one, as we had only just begun our physical encounter, and I had no way of gauging the limits of what I could do with her, having been a complete stranger to her beforehand.

“Oh …… sniff …… hmmm …… quick, hurry up and fuck me …… hmmm …… ah hiss ……”

Niki gasped and panted as her limbs and torso writhed violently under the onslaught of pleasure. After a few moments, she finally reveled in lying on the edge of the bed, spreading her two slim, even thighs and exposing her private parts to my eyes, excitedly demanding penetration.

“Just a little longer.” While calming Niki’s emotions, I also suppressed my already saturated physiological response, not allowing my engorged prick to satisfy her needs right away. Because her bouncing breasts were like delicious jelly, and her bud-like pussy was like a raw oyster, constantly stimulating my appetite, at this table composed of female bodies, I really couldn’t curb my urge to eat a full meal.

“Ah…… oh…… mmm…… mmmmmmm… mmmmmmm… ohhhh …ahhh…” I sucked on Niki’s breasts with abandon and caressed her pussy band and labia as well, letting the abundant lewdness flow freely with pleasure. As a result, her cries became shorter and shorter, like a rhythmic war cry. The more frenzied her demeanor became, the more I wanted to win this carnal war at any cost.

“Awwww…… oh…mmm…ahhh…… no, don’t, come on…… Hurry up and come in …… mmmmmm ……” Niki squinted her eyes in arousal, her lips slightly parted. Fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead and the high bridge of her nose as she moistened her lust-scorched lips with the tip of her tongue. I was so obsessed with indulging in her divinity, yet she didn’t seem too accustomed to similar foreplay. As I tried to lick her pussy with my tongue, she suddenly pushed me away, solemnly refused, and then stroked my hard prick with her hand, trying to shove it into her private parts.

I gently removed Niki’s hand and rubbed my prick against her nub before taking the initiative and pressing against her hot naked body. Our bodies were so skillfully pressed against each other that possessiveness exploded wildly.

“A……. A……. A…….” As I lifted Niki’s legs and pushed my prick into her sloshing body fluids, she grabbed my back and dug her nails deep into my muscles, her screaming screams pouring out like a torrent. At the moment of penetration, she grabbed my back and dug her nails deep into my muscles, her screaming screams pouring out like a torrent. torrent.

The pain in my back, along with the combination of alcohol, love and Niki’s body, caused my thoughts to spiral out of control. On the one hand, I was mesmerized by her devotion, but on the other hand, I wanted to banish the man who couldn’t satisfy her from her memory. So my pumping became not only a battle of three, but also a ritual of exorcism. I gripped her hips and let my prick ram as hard as I could into her womb!

“Wow wow …… ah …… you …… you’re so great, I …… I’ve been a long time haven’t been so …… ah…… so happy…… ah……” as my back muscles felt a ripping pain, I was convinced that Niki had scratched uncountable bloody marks on my back. Our bodies writhed wildly, the emptiness of our sex organs and minds pooling together causing us to embrace each other with extra fervor. As I moved in and out of her, my prick transmitted sensations of sudden tightness and relaxation, proving almost without a doubt that she was indeed extremely skillful at fucking. Although we were pouring our sexual desires into each other’s bodies with abandon, my mind flickered intermittently with suspicion: it was not at all normal for a skillful woman to be so horny.

I didn’t have much time to think about the answer to that question, Niki was already climbing onto my limbs and attempting to change positions for intercourse. However, my body was in such an aroused state that I couldn’t bear to be separated for a moment, so I had to roll around in my arms so that she could straddle my waist and dominate the lovemaking process.

“Uh-huh …… I …… I’m so comfortable, ah …… gently, no… . don’t be so hard …… ah……” Niki’s plump buttocks were like a stone mill, rotating from side to side with the prick as the center point, and due to the strong effect of the pleasure, I subconsciously I subconsciously arched my waist and stock, making the prick poke her vagina more deeply. Although the sex was so intense that she repeatedly asked to slow down the speed of pumping, I deliberately listened to her, wanting to permanently imprint the excitement of this moment in her memory. It wasn’t long before her hips were leaping up and down furiously in time with the rhythm of my thrusts.

Our sweat seeped out of every pore at a rate that intertwined and blended with the lines of our skin into a beastly painting. Niki shuddered and screamed, even as she pinched her nipples. Her hands were folded across her chest again, carving red scratches into her soft breasts and brow!

Niki’s high level of cooperation made me involuntarily aroused. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and sat up straight, embracing her from the front. All of a sudden a sudden thought flashed through my mind to leave bright red hickeys on her sweaty shoulders to commemorate the fact that I had once owned this exquisite female body.

“Whoa, no …… don’t, uh huh …… I …… I’m afraid my boy… . boyfriend sees …… ah ……” My impulses were then recognized by Niki, who resisted left and right, even interspersing her moans with justified statements. Though not to the point of irritation or impotence, I still felt splashed with cold water, and my emotions at the peak of pleasure crashed to the bottom in an instant. In any case, her uncomprehending words did freeze my enthusiasm.

“Mmmm……hoo……fucking me from……behind……mmmmmmmm …… “Perhaps it was the joy of being on the verge of orgasm, Niki didn’t notice my dissatisfaction from the progressively slower pumping motion. She planted a quick kiss on my lips before lazily pushing me away and crawling onto the bed littered with puzzle pieces. She supported her curvaceous body on her palms and knees, like a lithe female animal, and in a flash she mischievously destroyed the half-completed puzzle.

Whether intentional or not, Niki’s disregard for her and her boyfriend’s labor of love sent a thrill of vengeance through me, and her long, sweat-soaked hair cascading over her face enriched her varied beauty. From the waistline, I gazed at the mysterious area between her legs, the abundance of bodily fluids washing over her private parts and anus while ghostly washing away the frustration of her frank words.

I couldn’t help but kiss Niki’s ass, and when she sensed that I was about to violate her pussy with my tongue again, she insisted on avoiding it as if oral sex was her biggest taboo. However, her body’s enthusiasm for sex had not faded, and she continued to tremble on the eve of her orgasm. I had no intention of repressing my desire to cum, but the more she waited, the more I wanted her to feel my importance while she waited.

Niki’s wet fluids flowed over my foreskin as I grasped my never-shrinking prick and made pre-insertion provocations in all the sensitive areas of her body. I stimulated her nipples from the side with my hard, slippery shaft and slid it down her spine, rubbing her anus and perineum.

“Mmm…… mmmmmm, no…… don’t do it again, I can’t stand it anymore, come on…… give it to me quickly, wahhh… …” The tickling sensation made Niki twitch frequently, and her hips swiftly moved backward, and my prick was once again inserted into her vagina. In the face of this situation, the always experienced me also felt a strong spasm in my body, she did not notice my change at all, and let out a strong hiss, her whole back bent downward into a beautiful arc; the excitement of the forceful attack on me, and also made me then start another wave of violent assault!

“Ah…… wow…… faster, faster, harder, harder, ah…… ah… …”

My powerful strokes caused Niki to go completely out of control, frantically catering to my movements. My belly raced against her hips, and our sweat flew everywhere, soaking the broken puzzle pieces on the bed. The extreme arousal before her orgasm caused her to pinch and stop a large number of broken pieces of the puzzle, and caused me to push my pumping speed to the limit!

My prick jabbed widely inside Niki’s vagina, stimulating her inner walls from every angle. Soon she could no longer maintain her original position and almost collapsed on the bed, but her sphincter-driven pussy lips were still sucking my prick tightly in their scabbard-losing intuition. She still wiggled her supple hips gracefully, and I couldn’t help but swing my hands around and slap them to my heart’s content, leaving hot palm prints on her snow-white body!

“Ah……… mmm…mmm…quick, mmm…ah…I… …me …… fast, mmm…me …… ah ……” as the pain in her hips along the nerves dominating Niki’s body, her short cries replaced wild hisses, and the adept of words became so incoherent that she was incoherent. I listened to the murmurings of conquest and followed her as she climbed toward orgasmic ecstasy!

In all my past experiences of sexual intercourse, I had almost never indulged so much. My rage came from the subconscious, intent not only on retaliating against Niki’s indifference, but also on fantasizing about a spermatozoa-egg union, wanting to completely dominate her soul and give birth to a life that would be ours alone!

The pre-ejaculatory sensations that stormed through my every organ swept over me, and I grabbed the broken pieces of the puzzle, topstitching rugged folds in Niki’s smooth, even skin. She looked back at me, a hint of whimpering sorrow seemingly mixed in with her mesmerized, delicate demeanor, and all cries and moans came to a crashing halt, leaving the room with only the sound of our sharp, cloudy gasps.

However, Niki, who was biting her lower lip, the tremors in her body became more and more frenzied, and she simply put her legs together, and my lower body was pinched tighter by the inner walls of her vagina, and her vagina, which had long been filled with bodily fluids, was able to experience more direct friction. The speed of my pumping, however, did not slow down, and my lower body actually produced a breakthrough force in the unusual pleasure …… Yes, the more she was lost in thought, the more my love was liberated in the carnal intercourse!

My eyes absently lingered on the side of Niki’s face, and I realized that she was actually wearing a string of crystalline teardrops in the corners of her eyes. I wasn’t in the mood to tell if she was too excited or thinking about her man, but at the moment I preferred to believe the former.

“Wow ah …… ah …… ah …… me …… me ……Jo…… Joker , you…… ah……… … “As Niki tightly closed her eyes, a moving look of misplaced joy and sorrow emerged, and tears slowly dripped down her cheeks. The violent tremors in her body, and the wild cries that she could no longer suppress, were a solemn sign to me, who had not yet stopped pumping: the orgasm had returned to her long-dried-up life!

At this moment when I should be moved, a huge question mark coiled in my thoughts. Was the ” Joker “, as Niki called him, the man who made her sexually unforgettable?

Thinking about it, a burning jealousy viciously incinerated the trail of love. I kept up the same frequency of pumping, not ready to let Niki’s orgasm go easily. She was at the peak of her consciousness, at first she was still in the aftermath of her orgasm, using her twitching nude body to match, but after a few moments her body, her movements and her emotions, all calmed down, and she stood still on the bed like a corpse, and in addition to the sound of the dildo going in and out of her vagina and her muscles colliding, the sound of her sobbing faintly echoed in the air. All my dreams shriveled up in a flash, and I only hoped that I could ejaculate without any problems.

“Have you cum yet? Please, don’t cum in there.” Niki’s tone was cold in the midst of being flushed, and since she had no desire to continue, there seemed to be no need for my pumping to continue. Her sobbing and overly rationalized words weathered my tiny thirst, not only making me feel disrespected in the slightest, but also reducing her definition in my mind from an unattainable goddess to an old whore who reads the newspaper while she snogs.

I pulled out my soon-to-be-withered prick and hastily and tediously rubbed my foreskin on my own. As Niki rolled over on the bed, both my prick and I were no longer attached to the slut, and desperate cum spilled rapidly onto her helpless chest. In fact, the sex was so much more boring than masturbation that I would have preferred to have never met the woman and not agreed to her invitation. For the sole reason that she made me feel like a lewd rapist.

Niki toyed with the sticky cum on her breasts, lost in thought as she smeared it all over her body, still not considering my presence, and not saying a word about the sexual misadventure. Yet she looked so forlorn as to be touching, and though the tear tracks on her cheeks had congealed and dried, new tears were brewing in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong?” It was only a second before I was almost struck again by Niki’s delicate gesture. In response to my concerned inquiry, she just shook her head slowly, signaling that I didn’t need to ask.

When I met Niki, I was so confident that I could never have imagined that our sexual encounter would end in such an awkward situation. I don’t want to say anything more, except that I felt I had misjudged this woman’s love under the influence of my sexual arrogance. Since we were in such a situation, staying any longer would only erase the remaining sweetness in my heart one by one. Instead of making meaningless protests, I would rather continue to speculate on her sweaty orgasms and cries in my endless dreams. Defeated in my sexual endeavors, I lifted up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them back on myself one by one.

“Although I’m not married, the person you saw last time was really my boyfriend, so we’re just having fun today, I can’t guarantee there’ll be a next time, and you don’t have to pester me, OK?” Niki, who had finally stopped crying, finished her send-off explanation with steady breathing, and didn’t have the least bit of intention to stay in her tone of voice. Niki, in her steady breathing, finished the explanation of sending off.

“I know. But I have to remind you that if you want to have sex, you have to do it to the fullest; not every man is the scoundrel you think he is.” I listened to Niki’s heavy but calming gasps, no longer able to find the warmth I’d felt a few minutes earlier in her naked torso.

I was neither going to continue my love affair nor was I going to say goodbye. With the distinctive odor of Poison and sweat intertwined, I walked out of this pink room that was already a part of the past without looking back From orgasm to loss, the only thing I was thankful for was that the time I had spent for Niki had been fairly limited.

(ix)

Oh a kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca But a kiss is not a kiss without your sign

Casablanca is a song that is as old as it gets, and I certainly liked it much earlier than I knew Niki.

The bartender at the bar gurgled tomato juice into a glass, giving the Bloody Mary ordered by the drinker a fishy red color. The bartender in my field of vision seems to be holding my heart in his hands as the marijuana habit takes hold of it, mixing the thick blood with the clear liquor.

My mind was still reeling after that hopelessly passionate night with Niki. It wasn’t that I still held a grudge or a curse against her, but after I walked out of her house, the endless remorse banished the momentary anger. If a woman chooses to let go because she is vulnerable, she usually needs comfort, consideration or pity. Emotional displays by men usually only bring the relationship to a standstill.

These situations were all clichés for me, yet from the beginning, I seemed too agitated by setting too many demands on Niki. Ran and the jealousy that came from it caused me to completely ignore her feelings during sex, venting my love and hate roughly, and finally even leaving without any manners.

And I was such a rapist that I egregiously compared her to a prostitute after it was over. If she really is, then her degradation is also caused by me …… Whenever I think of this, my heart hurts vaguely.

Listening to the familiar aftertaste of Casablanca, I slipped a copper plate into the jukebox, asked the bartender for another Vodka on the rocks, and continued to warm up to the jukebox. I held the wine in my mouth and let it seep down into my esophagus, drop by drop. Perhaps a cheap wine like Vodka would suit me better than an aged Salut.

In the days that followed, I walked between the carcasses of Shannon and Charlene, ostensibly continuing to enjoy life in the room, but I could no longer find the touching 38 ½ degrees north latitude for new encounters.

Hot Vodka burns like wildfire from my throat all the way to my stomach. On an abstract level, I still preferred to think of Vodka as Salut, searching for Niki’s body odor on Shannon and Charlene’s naked bodies. She’d ignited my life from the moment we’d met, and her warmth wasn’t likely to fade until she cremated me.

I couldn’t find a reason to forgive myself when my life was in a state of decadence. Half a month later, Niki took the initiative to call me, saying that she was in a bad mood last time and wanted to find time to apologize to me.

Niki’s call was of course an overwhelming surprise, and I engaged her in a snappy erotic conversation, deciding to treat her as a general object of play, letting the serious issues of love and soul cool down for a while. I knew nothing about her, either in terms of background or personality, and maintaining a purely sexual relationship would not only provide us both with pleasurable physical fulfillment, but would also be a more robust and harmless way to spend time together.

The problem was that even though I knew that I had to lower the weight of love before I could treat Niki naturally and rationally, I couldn’t be sure of maintaining my composure when I was trapped in Niki’s tenderness.

(x)

The sea winds near Jinshan were fluttering wildly, and the fog around my seat car was so thick that I couldn’t make out the ocean close by. For a summer day in Taiwan, this kind of hazy weather is quite rare if it’s not a typhoon.

“I actually dislike the smell of Poison, it makes me think you’re harmful.” Silky and thin drifted outside the window, and the narrow front seat of the car was loaded with Poison’s pungent scent.

“What if I seek you out more often in the future? Will you try to appreciate the flavor?” With a cheerful laugh, the smoking Niki didn’t care whether I was nice or not. She wanly turned her head sideways and exhaled the smoke full into the shell of my ear. Her implication, of course, was that she wanted me to think of her as more important than the perfume.

“What about your boyfriend? How does he feel?” I rolled down the window to get some air, not really interested in Niki’s teasing. The most important thing on my mind right now should be repositioning our relationship.

“My boyfriend?” Niki gave what seemed like a sneer in response to my question, rather contemptuously. Her posture was similar to the clothes she wore, a long white skirt with a high split and a single, wide, goose-yellow gauze blouse, modest yet somehow sexy and wild.

“What are you laughing at?” All of a sudden, I almost thought what Niki was going to say next was that she’d never had a boyfriend. Unless she could even fake her reactions during sex, that possibility was downright slim.

“Don’t you think? We’ve had our drinks, we’ve made love, and yet I’ve forgotten to tell you so many things.” The sea breeze suddenly poured into the car, and Niki’s long hair fluttered, tickling my face as lightly as it had during intercourse. Listening to her self-deprecating tone, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and she meekly fell into my arms.

“Let’s say?” I asked very tentatively as I had no way of guessing what was going on in Niki’s smile.

“You should be most interested in knowing about my relationship world, right? I’m a mod who specializes in clothing, and my …… boyfriend is a photographer.” Niki seemed to have read my mind, and broke through my myths with a single word.

“Frankly speaking, I’m not surprised.” Due to my experience last time, I deliberately didn’t let my jealousy show half of my tracks, and despite the fact that I didn’t feel good in my heart, I pretended to be relaxed in my reply.

“I first asked you to go to the Spin because that’s where I met him. We’ve worked together many times over the years we’ve known each other, and I’ve always admired him in the past ……” Niki squirmed slightly in my arms, as if trying to find a more comfortable sitting position.

“You remind me of Chen Wenbin and Ye Ailing.” I have no way of speculating whether building feelings on a workmate is considered sensible or not, yet this kind of near-water relationship is seen time and time again.

“You don’t have to dismiss other people in the circle because of me, I’m not as lucky as they are.” Niki sounded a bit sad, if I guessed correctly, her relationship was full of twists and turns.

“Well then, I won’t say much.” Whatever it was, Niki’s willingness to talk about her problems was going to make my day, not to mention the fact that her feelings were the part I was most concerned about.

“Let’s not talk about this, okay? I really don’t want to ruin our time together.” Desperate to speak, Niki apparated out of my embrace and whispered in my ear.

“Whatever.” I’m sure Niki’s statement wasn’t unreasonable, yet her fickleness still frustrated me a bit. The rain was getting heavier by this point, so I activated the windshield wipers and rolled up the window, pondering her mood. I didn’t dare to bite the bullet and say that her reason for meeting me was on the physical side, but her actions were sexually suggestive.

“Ever watch a porno?” Niki wrapped her arms around my neck and began sucking on my earlobe. Her fingers swept back and forth between my chest, stomach, and crotch in a gentle, streaky manner, and the change of subject was a little abrupt.

“You’re talking crap.” My bewildered vision casts into the fog outside the car as I lazily push Niki away . It’s not that her teasing fails to tantalize me, but whenever I see her, my hopes for love are far more realized than a swollen phallus.

“You know what? Every time I see one of those goblin fights, I can’t wait to act it out myself.” Niki aggressively crosses over the gear lever and straddles my lap. She adjusts the back of the driver’s seat back and leans in to kiss me lightly on the lips and cheek, and behind the show of affection act, I secretly speculate on her motives.

“Anyway, where can I buy the porn you’re in?” Facing Niki’s almost suffocating body, I neither catered nor dodged, but just lay there frozen and paralyzed, yawning heavily. Despite my willful twisting of her semantics, in my heart I thought the idea was a big one for the film distributor.

“You don’t have to pay for it, don’t I have it right here?” Niki slowly pulled out the neckerchief I had tucked between my neck and unbuttoned my shirt. I estimated the chances of love with her, and it was really hard to focus on the physical stimulation of intercourse without examining the process and the substance, as I had done with other sexual partners.

“I wouldn’t want me to be your lucky audience.” Even though the experience had only been one, I still found Niki’s lovemaking routine to be overly clichéd. I reached out to try and stop her flirtatious maneuvers, and even though I could live with her seeing me as an object of lust, I definitely didn’t want her to define me as a tool of revenge against my boyfriend.

“Well …… uh-huh, lucky or not wait until I actually get to shoot it.” Instead of being frustrated by my obstruction, Niki grabbed my hand and placed it on her ample breasts. Even though my hand was just resting there, delaying the caress, her gasps grew more rapid and a low, returning moan escaped the corners of her mouth without notice.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve never done it?” I was trying to distract Niki’s attention by making things up. Paradoxically, her slutty, intoxicated look made my hands hover over her breasts, unable to leave. As the battle between sex and love resumed in our minds, the ringing of the cell phone was a timely relief.

“Hold on, I’ll take a call first.” Niki took out her big brother from her handbag, casually opened the left car door, got out of the car in the rain and prepared to talk. My inner struggle and the oppression from her flesh also came to an end for the time being.

“It’s raining so hard outside, aren’t you afraid I’ll stand you up?” I was still sitting in the car, holding Niki’s hand in a half-smiling, half-serious manner, making threats that even I found boring. Given the current state of the rain, it was hard for me to imagine a reason why she had to get out of the car.

“You won’t.” Niki, her face beaming with confidence, patted my thigh.

The rain washed over Niki’s body, and her goose-yellow shirt clung to her skin so that the curves of her breasts were clearly exposed to me, and since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, I could easily see the position of her nipples. My thoughts went blank as I silently moved my eyes to Niki’s thighs, which were exposed beyond the high-cut skirt. I couldn’t deny that I did have the urge to pull her thighs apart, but those flirtatious feelings were just so real and lingering. I could almost certainly tell myself that the man she was calling out to during her orgasm was definitely not me, and that I had no obligation whatsoever to satisfy her womanhood on behalf of that imaginary rival.

“I’m at the Jinshan seaside……Yeah, that’s where we always go to see the sea…… later? No, I don’t have time, I won’t come over to see you……Yeah, I’m busy right now……What? You’re coming over to see me? Stop it……Hello? Hello?” Perhaps not wanting me to hear the conversation, Niki walked off into the distance, melting into the cold fog. Because of the poor reception on her cell phone, I could still faintly recognize her loud voice over the murmur of the waves and rain.

From the one-sided conversation that Niki had inadvertently revealed, I hardly needed to add anything to my imagination to realize that the caller was her boyfriend. From the tone of voice, I had no way of judging what to do next. Compared to the weather in the neighborhood, I felt like I was falling into a fog.

The sound of the tide was so layered that the call may have been terminated and I could no longer hear Niki’s vocalizations.

If that man does find his way here, what expression should I use to face them?

And if Niki really wanted freedom so badly, why didn’t she leave that man? I could just treat Niki as an object of sexual play and admit that I’m emotionally out of control with her, but if that’s the case, it’s dangerous to make any emotional judgments. If I don’t plan on having a long-term relationship with Niki, it doesn’t seem like I have to deal with the past with her.

Something this touching could be in any romance, but that’s not my style after all.

“What? Stretching your ears to hear me talk on the phone?” Though it sounds like a jab, Niki’s hobbling steps are filled with helplessness. She returned to the car, propped herself up on the roof, and, with a wry smile, scrutinized the mute me.

After a program of thought, I squinted at Niki’s wet face. My vision undulated with her torso, her translucent breasts exuding moist heat with a vague frankincense drilling into the center of my olfactory senses; her black panties clearly leaking out the outline of her buttocks because her long white skirt had long been soaked.

Niki’s flesh finally cleared away all my doubts, and with a woman like her, my lower body flooded with warmth and heat, and if I had only been thinking about my sexual desires, I would have had no desire to hesitate any longer. I wrapped a hand around her slender waist, got out of the car through the gap between the door and the female body, and hugged her from behind. In my mind’s eye, her identity was no longer that of the Niki who had endeared herself to me, but rather that of a mundane, uninteresting sex partner.

The rain was pouring down, and I didn’t have the romantic mind to make sad associations, the cold rain and fog particles then blurred my vision. My action seemed to make Niki extremely shocked, and for a moment she didn’t know how to react, so the cell phone in her hand fell hard onto the muddy red soil.

I wrapped my arms around Niki’s waist and pressed my blazing lips to the tip of her rain-frosted nose before kissing her soft lips furiously. Niki finally got the message and reached up to hook her arms around my neck, rubbing her mound of shame against my erect prick. Our tightly embraced bodies moved slowly against the body of the car, following the rhythm of the rain; our tongues entwined with each other in each other’s mouths, like planets traveling in orbit. Though unsure of her thoughts, and despite the cold rain stiffening my nerves, I’d rather life stay in this moment for no apparent reason until I die!

As Niki’s breath grew short, the kiss came to an end like everything else in the world. We reluctantly parted our fiery bodies with a heavy sigh of relief, our eyes still fixed on each other.

“Who was looking for you just now?” I gasped slightly, remembering the call with a jolt. Even though Niki’s cell phone was flooded with red dirt, I couldn’t ignore her conversation.

“Are you scared?” We both lay down in a wide berth on the hood, Niki resting her head in her hands and caressing my chest, her tone and gesture provocative.

“Suddenly, I have the feeling of being counted.” Although I could only barely see the rain and fog particles, my eyes looked straight up to the sky.

“Are you still mad at me? I’m sorry about the other day, I’m just not used to having sex with other men.” Niki’s hand kept mooching around the outside of my pants, and the erection made me shift uncomfortably.

“Of course not, it’s just that I’m not really in the mood today.” No man in his right mind would consider the middle of nowhere on a rainy night as a location for sex, but it was definitely not the weather or the background that stopped me, it was love.

“Yeah? Then what do you expect with me?” For the second time tonight, Niki grabbed my hand and coaxed me to knead her breasts, the difference being that this time I didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t know ……” I offered to kiss Niki , abruptly rolling over and hugging her. Despite my movements being sluggish due to my soaked clothing, she responded extremely enthusiastically. She seemed to see through this and fought her way out of my bonds, leaving me lying on the hood, stroking my prick hungrily.

“Well …… you asked for it, come on.” Smiling Niki unbuckles my belt and cinches it around my neck again, trying to pull me up and raise my excitement. I feel a little trapped in my breathing as she tightens the girdle at the base of my throat. If it had been Sam or Charlene, it would have been clear that this would have only weakened my arousal.

Resisting the urge to swear, I pulled off the belt around my neck and wrapped it securely around Niki’s wrists before fastening the buckles. Regardless, I put aside the nagging questions and rose to pin her down on the hood so that her rounded breasts pressed against the metal shell of the body.

“Ah …… yes, that’s it ……” When Niki’s cry came out of my mouth, I already understood that doing so was just the thing for her. Since being rough didn’t hurt her pleasure, I didn’t have to pretend to be gentle. I tugged at her gossamer blouse and kneaded her cool back muscles; my nails sunk into her smooth skin, making ten crimson scratches from her shoulders to her waistline. My eyes gleam with the suggestion that no expense has been spared, that in this moment of passion, any excess thought should be washed away by the rain.

Lifting the hem of my pristine white dress, I ripped the wet gown from the open area and pushed my hand into Niki’s black panties. My ten fingers traced her pussy along the curve of her hips. In her warm bottom, floods of bodily fluids, diluted by the rain, slickly slicked my hands.

“Mmmm …… ah …… mmmm …… mmmmmm, ah…” Niki’s moans were as varied as her attire, her cloudy gasps and soaring tones echoing over the ocean, echoing my heavy heartbeat. Her body swayed sharply, getting more stimulation from the friction of her nipples against the car. Her bound hands rested on the windshield, and the pleasure drove the sinews of her arms to twist violently, causing the belt to nestle deep into its wrists.

“Ahh …… ah …… quick, use your fingers, ah …… yes, ah… .” and I squeeze Niki’s nub, twitching my fingers slightly before inserting my index and middle fingers into her pussy, rotating them in and out.

As we indulged in the excitement of caressing and teasing, I could faintly hear a car approaching from a distance, melting into the sounds of our debauchery. The headlights of the car approached and when it was about ten meters away, the sound of the engine and the sound of the car fell silent at the same time.

Even though the foreplay was in full swing, I couldn’t flirt like nobody’s business.

Niki, noticing something was wrong, stopped cooperating and looked back at me, our panting easing in the silence of the wind.

“You’re afraid people will see you, aren’t you? Why did you stop?” The rain flowed along Niki’s curves as she seemed to ignore the distracting car and her tattered clothes, wanting to share our passion with the bystanders.

“Want to hear the truth? I’m indeed interested in you, but if I couldn’t help it every time, did you ever think I’d actually fall in love with you?” I neither wanted to share Niki’s torso with someone unrelated, nor did I want to make a direct confession of jealousy. Yet if I admitted that she was bolder than me at this juncture, I would undoubtedly be growing her temper. I turned my adoration into innuendo, hoping that nearly naked she could express it more subtly.

“That’s just your excuse, isn’t it? I’m sure you know what to do.” Niki knew my intentions, of course, but her sharp words still easily crumbled my defenses.

Just as I was considering how to respond, the car on the side suddenly started its engine. The driver brought the car to a standstill and braked hard in front of us, shining a powerful light on our half-naked bodies with the screeching of the tires. Because of this impolite gesture, I suppressed my impending anger and offered Niki’s naked thighs with the hem of my broken skirt. Niki, however, flicked the half-skirt away and let out a wild laugh that she didn’t care about!

At that moment, the content of Niki’s conversation on the phone suddenly surfaced in my memory, word by word. Unrelated to being at a loss for words, dumbfounded, I finally realized that her slutty seduction had been nothing more than a passive-aggressive attempt to use me to get back at her man from the very beginning!

The sudden realization made me naturally reach up and shield my hands from the light, barely recognizing the clean, clean face in the car. Without a thought for my feelings, Niki rolled over to face the blinding light and grabbed the scanty shirt with my tied hands and tossed it into the air.

She still smiled a very cocky smile, her high breasts quivering slightly in the cold air, tearing at the fire of desire.

Our relationship with each other since we met can almost be described as confusing. The touching experience of meeting Niki never seemed to compare to the wet dreams created by marijuana. Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but turn around and lean against the hood, grabbing her wet hair and making her crouch over my crotch.

Even though the contents of that erotic dream were still in every cell of my body, Niki looked away from my erect penis without saying a word, as if she was considering something, and only after a long time did she shyly take hold of my penis.

It was true that my lower body was quite soothed by Niki’s touch, but it was obviously not enough compared to the scenario provided by the wet dream; and her tightly closed lips and difficult look had repeatedly made it clear to me that she was not used to oral sex.

The need for pleasure momentarily blinded me to all the tenderness, and instead of being oblivious to Niki’s behavior, I even felt a little annoyed. I slowly swing my hips, letting my glans wander over her cold lips. Though seemingly reluctant, she opened her lips slightly at my enticement. I, who had been waiting for a long time, did not miss this opportunity, and grasping her head tightly, I smoothly pushed my prick forward and half-forced it into her mouth.

“Oo…… mmm…… oo……” Before I could feel Niki’s soft, smooth tongue, she was already using violent body language in an attempt to break my grip. She bobbed her head from side to side, trying to spit out my glans. I held her head down hard in this struggle for the source of pleasure, and only after she was sure that half-pushing would not achieve her goal did she reluctantly use her tongue to try to push my prick out.

“Oooh…… can we please stop playing like this?” Niki pushed hard against the small of my back, finally gaining space for her mouth to speak. Although her tone was a bit pathetic because of the dildo she was holding, I still found the words very harsh and ended up not releasing her.

“Didn’t you just say you were going to have fun?” I really didn’t want to pay any attention to Niki, but I couldn’t help but let go of her hand as I looked at her face, which I couldn’t tell apart from the rain or the tears.

The open long skirt also slid down to the ground wanly as the rain washed it away.

The waves still drifted with the wind and rain in the alien atmosphere. A subdued, contemptuous sneer escaped my lips as I watched Niki’s shirt flutter noiselessly in the sea breeze and fog. Though the rate of my heartbeat remains unchanged, my mockery is still directed at the world of these two people to whom tumbling feelings seem like mere child’s play.

How does it feel to see your woman naked with another man? It’s possible to be foul-mouthed, aggressive, and polite, but Niki’s man chose to walk away from the scene. He didn’t even get out of the car, he just backed up and hit the gas, leaving the scene at high speed. As the broken goose-yellow shirt fell to the red dirt, the two rear lights of the car drifted away and disappeared from our view.

“I didn’t think he’d actually come.” At the same moment, Niki’s maniacal laughter cooled. Expressionless, she sat on the hood, the rain making her look like a melting ice sculpture.

“Yeah? I thought it was something you guys discussed, let’s say like a fairy dance.”

I gazed at Niki’s naked back with its long hair, searching for the right words to say at this point between comfort and sarcasm.

“You can rest assured of that. Didn’t you tell me that if you want to have sex, you have to have fun doing it?” After a long moment, Niki jerked slightly and sobbed, her tone slightly choked.

“Then why don’t you help me undress?” I squeezed Niki’s trembling shoulders and gently untied the restraints around her wrists before sending a call of arousal to her eardrums. I know I’m playing a conflicted role at the moment, yet I can’t say anything warm and sweet nor can I bear to see her just hesitate.

Perhaps it was my words that moved Niki, who first turned on her side and threw herself into my arms before unloading my clothes one by one with trembling hands. I involuntarily cupped her face, which had been baptized by rain and tears, and tried to peek at the real side of this woman from her facial features. The light makeup on her face had long since faded, and her eyelashes and eyelids shimmered obscurely. Yet I was so used to her tears that all I could see, other than feeling my heart fluttering, was my prick in its primitive form falling out of Niki’s mouth as she reached up and wiped the saliva from her lips, her expressionless face looking as if she were considering something. After a few moments, she closed her eyes tightly and caressed my cock with a slightly disgusted expression. Pressing on she reapproached the shaft and took it upon herself to gently lick the area near the scrotum.

If I hadn’t been exposed to too many women, perhaps Niki’s strategic compromises would have been enough to satisfy me. However, my experience was so paranoid that she was a different woman than she had been in the fantasy world. What she was doing was, at best, scratching an itch for me, and I was still too upset to agree to a form of pleasure that was worse than masturbation.

I couldn’t understand Niki’s repeated self-contradictions, so I took advantage of her kissing the head of her glans and rammed my prick straight down her deep throat. I held her head, as if to punish her for her slutty and evasive attitude, and roughly pumped it into her sticky and moist mouth!

“Oooh …… oooh …… yuck, I’m done, you want to rape my mouth?” After only two or three times in and out, Niki once again breaks free of my hands and spits a couple times on the floor. The agonized look on her face as she covered her throat almost made me think she was going to vomit in the next second.

“Actually, you weren’t even mentally prepared to have sex with me, were you?” The feeling in my heart as I watched Niki’s gesture could no longer be described as a spoiler. It was almost humiliating for me, who had been through so many battles in the love world.

The gradually recovering Niki didn’t reply with words as she lazily climbed onto the hood of the car, dragging her seductively naked body; her back leaning against the windshield, her arousal still unquenched by the uncontrollable rain: she raised her arms to catch the rain, creating a few trickles between her fingers, irrigating the thick bush of pubic hair between her legs; her forlorn vision crossing the misty rain curtain, she delicately and delicately winked at me Her forlorn sight through the misty curtain of rain, delicately exuded a seductive charm to me.

I could totally understand Niki’s desire to prove that she wasn’t teasing me with her flirtatious body. While I was glad that I didn’t make the same mistake as last time on impulse, I still wanted to dominate and possess her again.

“I’m sorry, umm …… as long as it’s not with my mouth, I’m okay with it.” Raindrops snaked down Niki’s naked body as she removed her panties and spread her slender thighs to begin masturbating. Her arms leaned forward to encircle those ample breasts, making them seem even more elevated. Her hands crisscrossed over her breasts, one trailing up her neck to caress her lips, the other sliding smoothly along her belly and pubic mound to her private parts, gracefully teasing her nub and labia.

The darkness of the beach, the wind and rain blowing against my naked body, brought a chill on the summer day. But as Niki’s limbs danced in the fog, and I could vaguely make out the shape of her pussy, and imagined the sound of the rain melting into my bodily fluids, my earlier discomfort melted away bit by bit, and my warming body banished all the chill.

“Mmmm …… mmmm …… mmmmmm, ah ……” Niki grabbed the black lace panties she had taken off to the side and casually threw them at my face. The high and low moans seemed to indicate that she was hungrily anticipating my embrace.

Even though the lace panties slipped quickly from my face, the scent of Niki’s body was already swirling in my nostrils at that instant of contact, tapping into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I couldn’t just watch and masturbate at this point, so I leaned down on the hood and stroked her thick pubic hair. I blew slowly into her full pussy, and her waterlogged brows furrowed as the pleasure of her masturbation suddenly faded from her face.

As Niki’s heightened response eased, I reached out and gently touched her private parts with my tongue, hoping to awaken her lost passion. The tip of my tongue hovered near the opening of her vagina, sweeping sharply, occasionally attempting to penetrate her hot, wet vagina. The bodily fluids mixed with rainwater were more shapely and sweet than when they were sticky, silkening into my soul from my taste buds. But while I was drunk on the soulful body odor, I absently noticed that her reaction was rather limited.

“Uh-huh. …… You make it like that, it reminds me of him.” Niki grunted, offering an explanation for the coldness. While in the past I had explained her refusal of oral sex purely as a matter of personal preference, she had gone as far as to explicitly tell me that oral sex was a method often used by her boyfriend, refusing to allow me to bring her to a clitoral orgasm.

My intoxication was suddenly nullified and replaced by frustration. I did want to gently engage Niki in love scenes, yet her plethora of inhibitions repeatedly wore me down. It was clear that she was simply using my cock to numb the pain of real love. The only question I had as a substitute was whether or not I needed to adjust my sexuality to her channel as well.

“Mmmm …… ah …… mmmmmm, oh …… come on, come on, give it to me straight, oh… …ah……” My hesitation caused Niki to speed up her masturbation, and her sing-songy demeanor became even more heartfelt. However, this scene of spring love in front of me could not curb my anger.

“Do you realize that I rarely curse women?” A man who let a woman in heat go unused was, of course, an unmitigated fool: but if I really had trouble holding myself together because of it, I was an asshole with no self-respect. Though both approaches were unacceptable to me, yet the hungry me seemed compelled to swallow either egg.

“Ah …… oh …… uh huh, come on, I can’t wait, fuck me, uh …… oh… …” Niki’s masturbatory movements drifted in tandem with the wind and rain, and the faster the rain fell, the more wildly wanton her gestures became, not heeding my displeasure. She laughed waggishly and hooked her smooth legs around my back, bringing my chest closer to her.

When Niki smoothly kicked off her heels, my lower body was still engorged and erect from the stimulation of her cold flesh. This time, however, it wasn’t because of her titillating look that I took her orgasm as my responsibility. I just wanted to take impotent revenge on her once again through furious fucking!

“Nappy fuck.” With a humble curse, I angrily grabbed Niki’s ankles and slid her naked body down the curve of the car. I cupped her cool, supple ass cheeks and moved closer to my lower body, lifting my prick to poke into her private parts that only needed to be pumped before she was caught off guard!

“Ah …… ah …… ah…oh…uh…mmm…ah …ah…ah …… oh ……”

The moment of penetration had been brewing for a long time, and Niki bounced up off the hood and into my arms. Perhaps her emotions and carnal desires were swirling around in her head at the moment, so much so that she was clinging to the back of my neck, hugging me with rain-cooled skin as if hoping for renewed warmth. I think she still had tears hanging low in the corners of her eyes, but that didn’t matter to me. I had no way of telling if it was rain or tears on her damp face in such a downpour anyway, so why hold on to all that nappy-headed love?

Nonetheless, I wanted to see the look on Niki’s face as she faced the pleasure blossoming in her private parts during this hopeless sexual encounter. With a slight sideways glance, I savored her face contorted with arousal, and realized that the more I increased the force of my thrusts, the more she added to her agonized pleasure. My pleasure came from my lower body and hatred, giving vent to a flash of abstract indignation every time the shaft penetrated her cunt. I picked her up from my hips and took her full weight in my arms, stepping over the muddy red soil and tilting my head back to meet the pouring rain. My thoughts performed a simple form of benediction, expecting the rain to just wash away the traces of love.

“Ah…oh…ah…wow…mmmm…… humming, oh…mmmm…oh… …wow…uh…wow…ah…” The uninterrupted frenzied pumping caused Niki’s legs to clamp down on my waist and her suspended body to sway violently back and forth. Although her limbs were very stiff due to the weather, temperature and coital position, she still hugged me tightly, using her messy cries and tense muscles to make the most exciting cooperation.

It didn’t take long for our body temperatures to reach ignition point during this furious pumping.

Despite the rain’s intent to quench our fiery burning flesh, however, the fuel we used was not the seven emotions, but the desire to devour each other. The rain flowed over our naked bodies, over our sanity that was almost lost in our sexuality, and over our gasps that were more arrogant than the waves. A little later, our body heat conquered the rain in intercourse, and the steamy, melting water filled the air around us.

“Whaaa… oh… ah… hit me, uh-huh, please, hit me, ah… oh… ah… please, come on… …” Niki’s body twisted up and down sharply as the shaft moved in and out, her long, soaked hair throwing out droplets of water that were more wanton than raindrops. The cries that escaped her lips were short and sharp with new demands.

I put Niki’s shoulders against the car window, lifted one of her thighs so that she was standing on one foot, and continued my unstoppable pumping from the front. I slapped her thighs and buttocks hard from the side, condensing a reddish-purple palm mark on the splashing skin!

“Ahh …… yes, that’s it, ah …… oooh …… harder, fuck me harder… . wahhh……” The pain in her skin and the pleasure in her pussy intertwined into Niki’s convulsing torso. She clutched my waist with one hand and clutched the rearview mirror with the other, her solid arm muscles symbolizing that she was already trapped in this vortex of flesh. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy as she pumps, her cheeks flushed, and her oblivious, unrestrained cries finally overpower the powerful waves and rain!

“Ahh…… wow…… I…… I’m dying, ah…… please. Cum inside, wow ah…… please, come on……” We hadn’t really been engaged in coitus for very long, yet pain seemed to be Niki’s favorite prelude to orgasm. Our intercourse was so short, and the hard shaft was still eagerly lapping at the watery vagina, but she preferred to reach for the peak of her sexual desire. I vaguely recalled from my last experience that she was not very good at continuing to satisfy men after orgasm. That being the case, it would be better to cater to her needs directly rather than go through another physical slump. In any case, after all, she had made some concessions about the place of ejaculation, so I didn’t have to waste my semen on my breasts again.

“Woahhhh ……hhh ……hhh …… Joker ……hhh …… mmmm …… mmmm…” and I caught Niki’s breasts hard, pulling roughly on her nipples in a wild final rush. My prick was like a storm, jutting hotly in and out of her cunt.

It didn’t take long for the shaking body to climax in her imagination of the man.

Niki’s taut muscles slowly loosened as her orgasm descended. I didn’t intend to let the sex delay any longer, and let my warm semen explode in her cunt. The frequent convulsions of my prick certainly caused her body to tremble slightly, but the aftershocks of pleasure did not cloud my senses. It wasn’t the mutual orgasms that mattered most to me, but the fact that it was still her man that she could never get over.

Exhausted, I wearily lowered Niki’s thighs and withdrew my wet prick. I thought back on all my past experiences, and I couldn’t find a single case of such sloppiness in all those sexual encounters with different objects.

The rain seemed to have stopped a little after the climax, but it was still falling from the sky, drenching Niki’s evenly proportioned body. Gasping for air, she slumped in the rain, letting her exhausted body from her orgasm slide down the car into the mud formed by the red soil.

If my guess is correct, Niki must have more tears than rain on her face. She had no intention of getting up, even though the mud was all over her hair, face, and skin, making the beautiful woman look like a mess.

I made my way around to the front of the car, lazily lifted up the clothes I’d left on the hood, and sat back down helplessly. Ignoring Niki, who was covered in mud, I was afraid that I might need comforting more than she did.

(xi)

Please come back to me in Casablanca I love you more and more each day as time goes by

The night passed in our helpless crotches in the turbulent mingling of rain and bodily fluids. As you can imagine, after sending Niki home with no clothes, I of course draped my jacket and pants over her, and not only did I suffer the consequences of running around near-naked, but I also spent quite a bit of time removing the sludge from the seat car.

I once told my friends about this absurdly romantic encounter, and from the envious looks in their eyes, I could barely gauge the depth of the love. They all agreed that surprises like this were rare, and a few even asked me, half-seriously, for Niki’s address and phone number.

Sexual jokes between men snickering at each other aside, I have repeatedly returned to the process and content of making love in the rain due to my intense love for Niki. In fact, it wasn’t like I didn’t get anything out of that day other than sex. At least she finally gave me her cell phone number and wanted me to contact her more often.

As I was deeply immersed in the past, my eyes hurried over the bar, and a single female customer deliberately cast a teasing glance in my direction, her expression filled with fascination. If I had known Niki before, I might have approached her without hesitation, but now I just subtly avoided her gaze.

After the night on the beach in Jinshan, I should admit that Niki made me lose the battle of love. Her words before she said goodbye were ostensibly a kind response, but the substance was still very shallow and ambiguous.

In the past, I’ve drank a lot of alcohol that was a mixture of flesh and pleasure, and I’ve demanded nothing more than excitement and orgasms from sex. I have never believed in karma or retribution, but in my current situation, I am spending all my time blindly searching for a place for love between Niki and me.

I can certainly be persistent in my pursuit, but Niki, who specializes in sophistry, can easily divert my love into the physical realm of her needs.

I had no intention of contacting her even though she had made it clear that she wanted regular contact. These thoughts were definitely not facetious, and as long as her orgasmic emotions resided in that man, our sexual behavior didn’t mean much. That being the case, I really didn’t want to cause myself repeated heartache.

I drank the Vodka in my hand, the thoughts and love for Niki in the alcohol.

It was as if I was paranoid under the effect of the Even if I could lie to the whole world, even in front of her, there was nothing I could do to change the fact that I loved her. I tried to think of ways to get rid of this emotion, but praying for her to love me or asking her to break up with that man was not realistic, the only thing that worked was to start with the definition of our relationship.

After the rain, Niki called me again and told me that she had done my laundry and wanted me to come to her house. This time the conversation was routine, but from this indulgent woman, it was hard to imagine that her invitation would have nothing to do with the flesh.

Long repressed, I sketched Niki’s moving torso in my mind and promised to be very explicit.

(xii)

On my third solo date with Niki, I went out with marijuana, intending to recommend it to her in living words. Though it was never clear on our relationship, since her indulgences could be categorized as X-rated, I should offer something more fruitful in terms of sex.

Unfortunately, when I walked into Niki’s apartment again, I wasn’t greeted with a magnificent reverie, but with her red eyes. As it was, she was wearing a wide white T-shirt and date-red lace panties as pajamas, a very homey look compared to the first two times we met. If she hadn’t sniped away all expectations with the tear tracks on her face, maybe I could have been in a different mood to take in her charm.

“Why haven’t you called me for so long?” As soon as she saw me, Niki dragged the corner of her T-shirt and kept wiping away the rolling tears. Her petulant tone was empty of enthusiasm, which made me feel very false. In fact, since the last time, I was always worried that when I met her, that man would show up unnoticed.

“Need some soothing and cheerful Yellow Arrow gum? What’s the matter? No more puzzles?” I wasn’t in the mood to look at Niki’s exposed belly, nor was I able to appreciate the beauty of her teary eyes. The reason is that I know very well that these tears don’t belong to me at all. I expressed my dissatisfaction with a popular advertisement, and then I looked around the room where I had once had sex with her. All the furnishings were the same as the last time, except for the jigsaw puzzle, which had disappeared.

“And why are you being sarcastic?” Niki replied with a bitter smile, her voice still broken and choked. I could almost hear her willingness to show her cards from the conversation.

“So? So what are you trying to tell me? Is it that our relationship is sexual at best?” Stiffening, I sat on the trampoline surmising Niki’s premeditation, hoping that the emotional behavior and questioning would probe her view of the relationship. So I grabbed its wrist and tried to gather her into my arms.

“Don’t touch me!” Niki dodged indignantly, but she didn’t get away with it. I couldn’t say anything about her huffing, it was at best a sign that she was drifting away from the restraints of reason.

“I’m perfectly fine with the idea of a sexual partner, the question is how you position our relationship. ok, can you tell me what exactly you’re doing with me?”

I not only slipped my hands into Niki’s wide T-shirt, but also caressed her exquisite body. Her lack of underwear allowed me to smoothly squeeze those high breasts, and her resistance made me want to take off the T-shirt.

“Joke! If all I wanted was to get laid, how could any man in Taipei be willing to turn me down? I found you here because I want to treat you as a real friend and talk to you about what’s been bothering you these past few days. If you don’t want to hear it, you can just walk away, you don’t have to stay here and fart!” Although these words sounded arrogant and uncaring, they were the least that a woman like Niki should have. She pushed me away with a straight face, her haughty demeanor carrying an air of inviolable chastity.

“So what did you want to see me about today? In a mood so bad you couldn’t stand it and wanted to tell me about you guys? Or do you want me to stop pestering you?” As a man, there is nothing more pathetic than not being able to resist a woman’s temptation. Playboys and sluts alike: yong still have their reasons for thinking they’re different. Since Niki’s words were out of control, I didn’t have to provoke her. Nonetheless, comparing her past sexual behavior, I thought that her current gesture was too pretentious, and that her real goal was just to get between her pants.

“You must suspect that if I don’t have any feelings for you at all and just want to treat you as a common friend, why would I have sex with you ……” Niki’s mood eased a lot, replacing her fierce defense with a euphemistic confabulation. She sat down thoughtfully in front of the dresser, and finally, in a voice that was too low to be heard, she said the reason for having sex with me, “I don’t want to be like other women, who only want you to stay with me and make me happy, and don’t give you anything, that’s too selfish.”

“What do you want me to say? Is it to thank you for your physical charity? Or to praise this enjoyment-before-payment type of transaction? Why must you make me sound so realistic? Have you ever considered that I love you? You don’t take my feelings seriously at all!”

Niki’s words completely enraged me, and the violent words came out of my mouth in an instant. It was as if I were rehearsing a scene with her, arguing for a love that had yet to be traced. After a series of questions, I came to the following conclusion without saying a word: “If possible, I wish I hadn’t been seduced by you that night.”

“Don’t talk to me about love or no love bullshit, if you really loved me you wouldn’t force me with this attitude. There’s no such thing as fair or unfair when it comes to something like sex, where you love me and I love you. If you really don’t want to fuck me, why don’t you refuse on the spot? You’ve said so much, but you just want me to admit that I’m slutty. Yes, it’s my fault, I raped you!” Niki glanced at me coldly as she gently dismantled the question I posed. She casually exposes my dilemma in this game of love, pointing out directly that my displeasure is only due to breaking the rules of the game.

All of a sudden, dumbfounded, I had a bitter smile on my face, wondering how this love affair had started.

In fact, my decisions were wrong from the beginning, including my determination of Niki’s values. I always singled out my love and indulged in her flesh, but I didn’t see it as a game at all. We saw each other only a handful of times and had only a few conversations, and even though I’ve always been quite proud of women, the truth is that up until now I’ve only been used by her to create emotional adventures, and she’s the one who’s really in control of the whole situation. As it was, I was ambivalent and hasty in confessing my unconfirmed feelings to her, even though I thought I was performing an evocation.

“I know you’ve been good to me, don’t think too much about it, I would say that, I just have no faith in things like relationships.” Niki misinterpreted my silence and went soft on me. She took it upon herself to pull out the leftover Salut from her last drink and two tall glasses, and paid her condolences with a poured glass of wine and no less than my helplessness.

“I used to think that there was nothing wrong with being a woman, except for the trouble of menstruation and childbearing, but who knew it wasn’t like that at all. Did you know that? Being a woman is a pain in the ass for everything, including turning down a man’s advances. cheers.” Niki wet her throat with a glass of wine, and without giving me room to reply, and ignoring the fact that it was too late for me to raise my glass, she drank it all in one go.

“You drink less. I’m afraid I’ll ……” Although Niki’s words were full of innuendo, urging me to give up estimating the contingency of love happening, I’d rather not get it at all. At this point all that existed between us was a question of values, i.e. whose rules to play by.

If I don’t hold my ground for a while, and instead direct the question to who needs who more, then a love I’m not so committed to is bound to be more third-rate than a TV show.

“What else would it be? Don’t you just want to have sex with me? Since I asked you to come over, I wouldn’t be unprepared. Believe it or not, you mean something special to me.”

Niki sat down next to me, leaning slightly against me. Her hair fluttered in my face as it had in the past, tickling me a little. But I couldn’t afford to startle her, and held back from ruffling them.

“How special?” I played with the colorful stockings on the bed, knowing that Niki was calling me into her pre-set trap, but still stepping into it.

“If my boyfriend was like you, I wouldn’t have to talk to you …… Ironic, isn’t it?”

Niki had a few nice things to say about having sex with me over and over again, which at least meant that I did hold some weight in her heart.

“Considered leaving him?” I cautiously asked Niki about her further plans.

“We’ve been together for almost three years and he’s been the center of my life for a clover. Before I met him, I had been in several relationships, dumping and being dumped. But I think this time is different, he is much better than those men before. I used to think, let’s stay together like this! I had to find someone to marry, so I treated him very well. He’s not exactly considerate, but he cares about me.” Niki spoke briefly of her feelings, and in a whirlwind her glass had reached the bottom.

“Then why are you unhappy?” Though I was sick of this kind of one-size-fits-all romance, I tried not to show any impatience. After all, the end of their relationship was the beginning of Niki and me.

“But he’s been hot and cold with me lately. I know he’s busy with work and I know he doesn’t have another woman. I actually love him, and I don’t want to be with you behind his back, but I so want someone to love me and be nice to me ……” Though I couldn’t empathize, I could still infer from Niki’s expression the guilt that was stacked up in her heart.

As of now, despite my rational and disciplined questioning, I secretly think this conversation is ridiculous. Did I really have to spend today with the woman of my dreams, listening to her talk about love with another man?

I suddenly realized that Niki was comparing our relationship to an extramarital affair, and her reaction was like the confession of a wife who cheats on her husband behind his back. Although it made me feel a little sad, I wasn’t moved by it. I still thought she was just as egotistical as she had been in the past, and that all of her actions and words were only meant to entice me to have sex with the ground.

“Would you like some? Marijuana is definitely more addictive than alcohol when you need to be paralyzed.” I looked at Niki, who was drinking heavily, and suddenly remembered the words she had used to tease me during the “spinning” session. I leaned against the metal stand on the side of the bed and took a deep drag on the marijuana before bringing it to her eyes.

“Thanks, where was I?” Driven by a bad mood, Niki easily accepts my temptation. Given her work environment, there’s no way she doesn’t know what marijuana can do in this mood.

“You talked about wanting someone to hurt you.” I make a small reminder and take the marijuana Niki hands back.

“I actually hate this life, he doesn’t fulfill me at all. I’ve been worried that I’ll have a bad time if I marry him …… Sorry, my head is spinning a bit ……”

Niki clearly wasn’t used to using marijuana, and that, combined with the amount of alcohol she’d consumed earlier, caused her to reach up and hold her forehead, shaking it off twice as vigorously. I pushed through the words, thinking there was a silver lining to whatever aspect of fulfillment she was referring to.

“Why don’t you try breaking up with him and staying with me?” Thinking this, I changed my listening stance and made a suggestion. I handed Niki the marijuana, and sudden courage caused me to say the words she had repeatedly avoided. For her, the truth of the words would be harder to verify than any logical reasoning, “I love you.”

“I told you I lack confidence in relationships, and that you don’t know anything about my feelings for him.” A gulping Niki expresses herself rather bluntly, though with a scowl on her face.

“That’s just your excuse.” My eyes are aggressive, and I press my hands unexpectedly against Niki’s brow.

“Don’t push me, it’s not like you don’t know I’m not good at rejecting people’s feelings.”

Niki felt the pressure on her shoulders and turned her head sideways to avoid my gaze.

“Then don’t say no.” I bent my head down to try to kiss Niki on the cheek, and she seemed to not want to get too close to me while the situation was still unclear, dodging deftly.

“I can’t just come and go, can I? It’s better this way, didn’t you mention orientation? If you insist, I can accept your love; but on the other hand, you must also accept my friendship. As far as us being together we can talk and fart, drink and party, and of course have sex.” Niki deftly stroked my chest as if explaining to me the rules of initiation into a porn club. Then she covered my mouth so I didn’t have a chance to say anything else.

In many ways, the woman in front of me was smart. At least she used only three weapons …… tears, flesh, and sophistry to get me to obediently accept her rules. We reached a relational agreement in arguing and communicating, and not only did this negotiator give up nothing, but she even had the peace of mind that she could have the original love, the object of her complaint, the thrill of cheating, and the pleasure of sex all at the same time. As for me, I played exactly the same role as I did before the agreement, not only did I not get the love I thought I would, but I even acted like a puppet for her to take what she wanted.

Though I’ve never admitted it, the only way to face the rare moments of losing a battle in the world of relationships is to lie to myself and use Niki’s flesh to satisfy a level of shitty possession.

Niki didn’t leave me much time after my thoughts had run their course. She wrapped her long, slender thighs around my waist and lay directly on her back on the pile of stockings on the bed. Though my defense was still going strong, my erection was making more urgent and poignant carnal points, far more important than the question of love or non-love.

I could not get enough of Niki’s body, although she handled sex the same way she handled relationships, with little regard for my feelings. Even though we weren’t exactly lovers, I was sure our sex life would be better if she was more attentive. But when faced with her hot naked body, I don’t really care about anything, as long as I can indulge in it, no matter what she does, even if it’s just a meaningless scream, it’s better than nothing.

“Mind making love right away?” I rolled over and embraced Niki in a frantic hug, roughly removing her T-shirt and letting her white, bouncy breasts dangle in front of me.

Under the combined effects of alcohol and marijuana, Niki shakes her head petulantly and soundly, almost forgetting the tears altogether and answering me with more enthusiastic body language. She stroked my pecs heavily or lightly, letting her nails run between my ribs. She sucked or nibbled on my earlobes and neckline, letting my skin linger between her lips and teeth.

Even though Niki’s teasing was always so light, the heat was already bubbling up into my lower body through these simple flirtatious gestures. I breathed in her breath, and although the faint scent of fermenting alcohol still lingered in her mouth, it was her rich, fragrant face that made me drunk.

I couldn’t help but lick the drying tears from Niki’s face as I set about removing my clothes. The only doubt I had before my passion was about to be unleashed was what to do with the tear tracks in my heart.

“Here, let me help you.” Niki, topless, smiles shallowly and caresses my cheek as she unbuttons my shirt for me. If I remember correctly, this is the first time she’s ever made me feel this sweet. Although she had done this in the past, it was mostly in a state of arousal. Compared to before, her gentleness and understanding now somehow made me feel that this intercourse was out of her own volition, not my forcefulness.

Niki’s dramatic change in attitude brought me back to my senses in terms of making love to her. I pressed her down on the bed and gently caressed her flat stomach. I moved my fingers with concentration and dexterity, wanting every pore of her body to receive my touch. Her fine sweaty hairs slipped through the gaps of each of my fingerprints and her slender body shivered slightly. Her eyes were closed and she rubbed her divinely intoxicated cheek against the soft pillow …… If, and I mean if, if she could fill my soul with flesh and true love right now, I would almost rather die in her arms!

“Mmmm …… ah …… mmmmmm, oh …… mmmm …… ” Niki let out a languid moan languidly under my touch. If it was before, she might have fervently demanded penetration, however now she just stroked my back with her palms. In terms of eroticism alone, I’d rather slow down my lovemaking.

“Mmmm …… ah …… ah…mmmm, ah…mmmm …… ohh …uh-huh, uh……”

I grabbed the stockings scattered on the bed and slid them over Niki’s breasts, stomach and thighs. The fine fibers of the stockings made her stretch her tongue slowly and anxiously to wet her lips, and she squirmed gracefully in a slightly more urgent chant.

I dipped my head down to kiss Niki’s breast, and as my tongue slid over the areola, her hands pressed down on the bed and straightened her torso upward, and that nipple slipped so smoothly into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her areola, and the scent of her body captured my sense of smell as I inhaled. I don’t know if it’s because she hasn’t been out, but she doesn’t smell like Poison today, which is an invisible concession.

Even though Niki never explained it, I knew that all of her pleasure and excitement was in my hands. Even if she rejected certain forms of sex, there was more than what I’d done in the past that could drive her to orgasm. As it was, the stockings in my hands provided a solid source of inspiration.

“Like it or not?” I shifted the kiss to Niki’s lips before tying her wrists and ankles to the surrounding bed frame with stockings on each.

Niki was a little surprised at first, but as the bondage process progressed, her skepticism turned to surprise and she responded with smiles and nods. From her docile behavior, I was almost certain that this night would be a night of ecstasy and fulfillment.

“Mmmm …… you’re wonderful, mmmmmm, I love it when you do that to me, mmmm …… ah ……” at this point Niki ‘s torso was in a big zig-zag shape as I navigated the undulations of her physique while igniting her arousal with my lips and tongue, starting at the nape of her neck. My hands rested on her pubic mound and breasts while caressing her pubic hair and areolas. Although her body squirmed more sluggishly than in the past, the flavor was even better due to the difference in position.

Just as the foreplay was reaching saturation, a thought stopped my intoxication. It was a rather innocent thought, just to bury my head between Niki’s legs and perform oral sex with my tongue. However, from previous experiences, this seemed impossible in our sexual endeavors.

Whenever I thought about it, my bitterly repressed possessiveness ran rampant. Especially since Niki had once confessed to me, extremely coyly and solemnly, that she rejected my tongue because she was easily reminded of her man.

“But so what?” My mind engaged in a silent self-questioning, yet the answer was close at hand: her limbs were secured by stockings, and even if she didn’t like it, there was nothing she could do to resist.

I didn’t stop the brutal idea from spreading; Niki’s orgasms came from pain anyway, and she just loved the feeling of being forced. Without much hesitation, I crouched directly between her legs, letting my coveted tongue sweep over her nub, letting my long-silent lips suck on her labia, and my cheeks reveling in the hot, wet atmosphere emanating from her private parts.

“Ah…… mmmmm, mmm…… oh…… lick me, Joker , lick me, Joker , come on, mmmmm, ahhhhh Ahh…… oh……” My concerns were allayed by Niki’s submissive response, though she didn’t stop it, and I gloated as I savored the sweet taste of her slit. sweet-tasting lewdness, the cries she interspersed with her waves still stung so much that every time she called out the man’s name, it was as if she was stabbing me in the heart as well.

“Oh …… mmmmm …… ah …… you’re mine, Joker , you’re mine, hit me, Joker , hit me, mmmm …… oh…… ah……” Niki’s excessive passion not only called out to her man, but also awakened my resentful feelings at the same time.

“Then you’re welcome.” I terminate my sucking on Niki’s privates and spit my mouth full of bodily fluids onto the bed, gritting my teeth in the dark. I remove the belt around my waist, and since she needs the pain so badly, I certainly don’t need to be stingy.

“Like it?” I looked at Niki’s mesmerized demeanor, her half-open, half-closed eyes filled with intoxicated tenderness. I swung the strap in my hand and gently whipped it across her plump breasts. Her breasts quivered violently as the strap was raised and lowered, and the pain that sprang from her chest caused her naked torso to twitch frequently.

“Ah…ah…oh…ah…I love it, Joker , hit me, oh…ah…anything you… . i love it, hit me, ah… ah ……” Niki’s torso writhed even more violently as the belt drove her, and her hands clutched at the stockings that bound her with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her swaying torso was like a churning wave, and in the instant of realization, my body was already being mercilessly engulfed by the waves formed by this female body. I was tempted to respond to her cooperation with touched emotion, yet before I could do that, it seemed I had to get her to stop calling out for the man.

“I don’t like it when you scream your boyfriend’s name when you’re aroused.” In my anger, I unconsciously increase my force and whip Niki’s slender thighs viciously. Each swing of my belt leaves a bruise on her flawless, snow-white skin. The speed of my strokes increased as my hatred grew, and her muscles tensed, her face contorted in a tangle that symbolized her emotions as she hovered at the threshold of orgasm!

“Ah…… ah…… wow…… I won’t scream, ah…… hit me, please! Hit me, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. As the pain intensified, the name ‘Joker’ was removed from Niki’s wanton cries. Her legs pulled on the stockings that bound her as if to avoid them, and she drew them inward, mooching them against each other as much as possible. Though I had no intention of adorning her sensuality, yet her skin was streaked with greenish-purple bruises, and her limbs undulated and rolled up and down indiscriminately as a result of my wanton lashing. As her torso writhed violently, a trickle of sweat seeped out of her pores and coalesced on her skin, my belt raising beads of sweat every time her struggles took on a slightly more urgent form!

I questioned the relationship between pain and pleasure while obliviously swinging my belt, and it wasn’t long before exhaustion spread over our sexually aroused flesh. I had no interest in beating Niki now, but my erection showed no sign of shrinking. I was surprised that I had made watching her in pain the main event of the fuck, but my arousal was intensified by her reaction.

“Mmm…… oh…… mmmmmm fuck me…… please…… come in faster! …… mmmm…… mmmm……” Niki’s cries eased as I stopped flogging. From the fact that she also needed penetration, I felt that our bodies and minds seemed to have become one in the foreplay that the abuse constituted.

My eyes skimmed over Niki’s heaving breasts, slightly trembling belly, and deep, luxuriant pubic hair, and settled on her crotch. The pink sheet was already soaked with her lust and sweat. I looked over at her delicate face streaked with sweat and couldn’t help but throw off my belt, lie down on top of her, and feed my prick into her wet, moist cunt.

“Ahhhh hiss ……” At the moment of penetration, an intent Niki arched her hips, allowing my prick to penetrate even deeper. Our burning desires exploded in each other’s minds. My skin pressed against Niki’s hot naked body, my arms wrapped around her armpits, enveloping her in hot body heat. My tongue stroked and licked her dry, cracked lips before moving to the nape of her neck and sucking hard, leaving deliberate hickeys. She didn’t stop me this time, perhaps these hickeys could be used to stimulate her man and become her bargaining chip.

“Mmm …… ah …… mmmmmm, oh …… mmmm …… oh …………” As far as I can remember, when I was having coitus with Niki, I mostly remembered only piling on the hate, never really appreciating and enjoying her flawless flesh. However, after a change of heart, I changed my style from the brutal sex of the past, both feeling the wetness of her private parts and the closeness of her prick, and also listening to the long and short of her delicate cries drifting into her eardrums. …… Yes, compared to the violent sex of the past, perhaps I should focus on the tenderness into the pumping, in order to appreciate the most real orgasm of her.

“Ah…… mmm…… ah…… so…… good! …… Ah…… mmmmmm, oh……” My prick was coated with a large amount of Niki’s bodily fluids, making the pumping process extremely smooth. Instead of flying into a state of disorientation as she had done the previous two times, she naturally squirmed, bringing our naked bodies closer together. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her pubic hair rubbed intermittently against the small of my back, and our heartbeats and the frequency of our pumping hammered each other’s souls together.

“Mmm…… ah…… ah…… oh…come on, come on, ah…hmmm …… Oh…ah…ah…mmmm…… “Looking at Niki’s mesmerized posture, my will slowly fell into My will slowly fell into her divine charm. In the lust of each other, my waist gradually accelerated the speed of pumping, and our high flesh also reached a state of pre-orgasmic tautness.

“Ah …… oh…ah …… I …… I can’t do it anymore, uh…oh …give it to me, ah…give it to…me, ah…oh…” my prick was on the verge of an orgasm as much as the realization, amidst Niki’s increasingly urgent cries of ecstasy. I made it a point to cover her eyes with a stocking to prevent her from shedding another inadvertent tear that would sensitize me at the moment of orgasm. In spite of all my preparations, I tried my best to restrain the urge to ejaculate, hoping to continue this spiritual and erotic intercourse.

“Say you love me.” My prick moved in and out of Niki’s searing cunt with power and regularity, feeling the contractions of her private muscles over and over again. The tendons of her arms gripping the sheets and stockings hard began to spasm violently as the pleasure continued to hit her, and the stockings binding her sank deep into the skin of her wrists. After the onslaught, my legs were twitching from the over-exertion, and all my sexual experience was almost a blank.

On the eve of my ejaculation, my only obsession was to hear her say she loved me herself.

“Ah…… mmm…oh…ah…… ah…I love you, love…you …ah…oh…come on, give it to me, ah…… mmmm…oh……” No matter the No matter how she looked or sounded, Niki, intoxicated by the sex, looked like a drug addict. I knew very well that during a passionate sexual encounter, words like these were only used to add to the delicacy of the sex, but the fact that she said she loved me so unthinkingly did not satisfy me, but rather reinforced my insistence.

“Who am I?” Even though Niki’s orgasm-expecting torso had my cum on the line, I slowed my pumping down, letting my prick hover at the mouth of my vagina in an attempt to force out the object of her subconscious lovemaking.

“Mmmm…… ah…… you… you’re lo…… lo extraordinary, ah… . come on, uh-huh, give it to me, ah……” The pre-orgasmic pleasure forced Niki to pant stupidly as my prick maintained its slow teasing throughout. It wasn’t until her lustful cries came clear in my hearing that my love and libido launched into a simultaneous riot.

“Ah …… wow …… me …… you …… give it to me, ah …… Quick, I …… I can’t …… ah …… oh… …oooooh wow…… “My prick bursts furiously into Niki’s cunt, and the irrepressible lust climbs to the peak of pleasure with our almost cramped bodies. During this violent onslaught, our pleasure melted into sweat and ran aimlessly along the rhythms of our bodies. As she lost her voice and cried out wildly, my mind just drifted hazily into her kingdom and my cum shot out like a million horses!

After ejaculating, our naked bodies lay prostrate and interlocked. Our rapid panting still echoed in the pink room, and our genitals remained attached to each other for a long time. I sniffed her sweaty body odor and lazily untied the stocking that bound her left hand.

“You don’t think I really love you, do you?” Our heartbeats were still strong, yet Niki had completely vetoed the sweet talk of lovemaking as she removed the stockings that covered her vision.

“I know you won’t.” I didn’t move my body, which was as tired as my mind, and accepted the expected end in silence. I wasn’t going to leave, and it would be bliss to tarry on her naked body for one more second.

(xiii)

I guess so many broken hearts in Casablanca You know I “ve never really been there so I don “t know

Stupidity! Utterly and utterly foolish!

I secretly cursed viciously in my mind, not sure if it was for being too vulnerable in the realm of love or for the old problem of skipping stitches occurring on the jukebox.

The lyrics and tune of Casablanca were set to repeat in the same section, and when I put my foot towards the end of the jukebox, the song instantly returned to normal, a machine that seemed to be a bit of a departure from Niki’s predilection for violent orgasms. I’m not ashamed to say that Niki has induced a slightly violent pattern in my sexuality.

However, I, who used to take flesh and desire as the keynote of my life, tried to construct true love in the body of such a woman. What is even more ridiculous to me is that this woman only wants my body, not love. We may never be able to reach a compromise on our values in this regard.

After that philosophical evening, my relationship with Niki seemed much clearer. We saw each other more often, talking about their problematic relationship; our sex was intense and joyful, but always ended in her fantasizing about another man.

Though the day to day life together had long since muddied the waters for me, yet I kept my love for her as unobtrusive as possible in order to avoid unnecessary arguments.

In our recent conversations, I’d even gone so far as to absurdly assure Niki that we’d stay away from this love stuff unless she initiated it. So I survived in the gap between love and carnal desire, searching hard for her every thoughtless hint.

But is it really possible for Niki to love me? And if the questions were reversed, how long could my worthless love last? Both questions were equally difficult, and both left me unsure. Repeatedly asking myself these questions almost made me suspect that my so-called love was nothing more than a desire for conquest, aroused by her provocative attitude.

Not only was I torn between love and possession, I also lacked a basic sense of where we were going. What was enough to awaken the soul was a jealousy that burned even hotter than Niki’s. Although I don’t want to be another person’s doppelganger, I have to keep agreeing to her insincere invitations, or else I won’t stand a chance at all at a disadvantage.

I wanted to use the few clues I had to determine whether Niki was a lover with a hidden agenda or, as she put it, just a friend with nothing to talk about, nothing to do, and nothing to do. However, the combination of the sex and the sophistry of our relationship left me with no way to make a judgment.

The best thing to do when confused is to let yourself be debauched.

In the eyes of my friends, not only am I more active these days than I was a while ago, but I also attend all the social gatherings. The women and the alcohol that are an integral part of these social gatherings are not enough to attract me; I am just looking for an element of paralysis.

(xiv)

Located in Ren’ai Road, the hotel “West Chu Ba Wang”, is the boss often comfort us business brokers in the sound and color place. Although the taste and style of this place is inferior, my colleagues and I can enjoy ourselves.

The princesses and managers in the store all believed in money, and no matter how beautiful they were, I couldn’t get my appetite up just thinking about it. So when I was in the VIP room with my boss and coworkers, having a good time drinking, all I could think about was Niki’s image and laughter.

“We’re almost there, why don’t you go?” My drunken friends were embracing their outfield girls, getting rooms and going home. I was still in the mood for Niki and didn’t pay any attention to them.

“Throw your big brother on the table, don’t forget it when you leave.” After the colleague who was hugging the lady dropped the caring statement, the noisy people’s voices just gradually dispersed, leaving me behind in the empty box.

The VIP Room here is designed in a very chic way, from which the drinkers can look around the whole venue and see all the ladies in the venue, however, from the outside dance floor, it is not possible to see through the box of the drinkers and the ladies are doing some ridiculous things.

I leaned against the special glass window with my glass of wine, almost a little out of my mind as I watched the laser beams and spinning lights of people partying on the dance floor. But the moment I drained the last drop of my drink and turned back around I realized that there was another woman sitting in the booth, perhaps because the volume of the backing tape was too loud and I hadn’t been aware of her presence.

“You’ve been sitting there since just now?” I casually inquired, circling back to the countertop to grab the slender bottle of VSOP and fill my own glass. The box was dimly lit and my eyes didn’t linger on her much more than a quick glance before turning back to the gloriously lit dance floor. My initial impression of her was very generalized, consisting only of short, curly permed hair, elaborate makeup, and a silver, silky one-piece dress.

“Actually, I’d rather sit next to you.” Her voice, unusually low for a woman, caught my attention. When the woman realized she’d piqued my interest, she lifted her short skirt, revealing well-proportioned legs accented by stockings, and walked over to me with her glass of wine in hand. The occasional brief glimmer of light from the dance floor into the booth reflected on her silver coat, making her sparkle even more.

“What’s your name?” We had just begun our conversation when she implicitly took her place in front of me, her confident eyes seeming a long way from the average hotel lady.

“There’s no point in fancy names in a place like this, you can find ten or eight in other hotels no matter what I call them. Here’s to you.” She leaned her half-naked brow against the glass and let out a leisurely, time-honored sigh.

“Yes, it makes sense, at least it’s easy for guests to order tables.” I must admit that her poise moved me, perhaps it was the rather mature flavor that hovered over her! I raised my glass in salute, skimming her slender figure in the process. It was rare for a woman like her, who was used to the nightlife, to be able to maintain such a fit body.

“OK, everyone here calls me Izzy, you must be wondering why I’m in here.” Scratching her head, Izzy handed me my glass of wine, kicked off her silver heels that matched the color of her dress, cleanly removed her near-skinned pantyhose, and made her intentions clear in a straightforward act.

“Is it possible you’re having a bad day?” Slightly inebriated, I feigned indifference, masking my interest in Izzy. Though mindful of Niki, I’ve learned to shift my focused love to a different sexual partner.

“Not too bad, unless you reject me.” Izzy crumpled her stockings into a ball and tossed them in my face. Her pantyhose smelled of an unknown perfume, creating a dreamy wave of lust for me.

“You as in this kind of business?” I handed Izzy’s glass back to her, tugged off the pantyhose draped over my shoulders, and raised my glass in a toast while sensing the remnants of her body heat from the stockings.

“I don’t think of you as business …… You won’t believe I like you, it’s too soon, even for me.” Izzy’s tantalizing heartbeat approached my chest, her ample breasts wan through her clothing. I had no way of knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional; there seemed to be something lustful about her manner.

“So you want to snog here?” I said in one word, wrapping the pantyhose around Izzy’s neck. Maybe the wounds inflicted at Niki’s could be mended with a night of fun in front of us.

“I’ve instructed that no one will come in here until just before closing time.” Izzy flipped the hem of her skirt, which was taut over her hips, up to her waistline, exposing her navy blue panties. I glanced sideways at her rounded buttocks, speculating on her mastery of sexual matters. From the look of the curves of the firm, upturned buttocks, perhaps she would be an unexpected bonus for me.

“So that means we can start anytime?” I casually put my glass down, turned Izzy’s back to me, and unzipped the zipper on her dress. My fingers slid down the smooth, cool curves of her body, into her lace-encrusted panties, caressing her youthful ass.

“Hmmm …… hmmmmm, do you find women like me creepy? Hmmm?” Izzy propped up her glass of wine, tossed the stocking hanging around her neck toward the couch, and inquired softly, lest too much mania might cause me to back off.

“It’s okay, I always run into ten or eight of them every month.” I whispered between Izzy’s ears, sending a slow stream of hot, alcohol-filled breath into her ear shell. I ran my hands along the sides of my hips and around to the front, gently tugging at her pubic hair on one side and tracing the warm indented area of her crotch on the other.

“Hiss …… ah …… mmm ……” Izzy let out a heavy breath as she sucked in a cold breath. She quickly turned around and embraced me lightly before teasing my cold earlobe with her wet tongue. Her lips and tongue moved over my skin, causing me to feel occasional bursts of gentle but powerful sucking.

“So wet.” My hands traced the heat of Izzy’s crotch to the location of her clit, and a steady stream of her wet, lustful water flowed out of her vagina under my caresses. It didn’t take long for the love juices to run through each of my fingers.

“Well …… hoo, your hands are amazing, few men can get me into a situation so quickly.” Izzy abruptly took two steps forward, like realizing what seems to escape from my skillful teasing, my hands also slipped out of her panties. Perhaps it was indeed as she had said, it had been too long since a man had gotten her in the mood, and it was as if she was relieved at that moment.

“And I’ve rarely felt a woman so seriously.” Against the dull light, I followed Izzy’s body in lockstep, wrapping myself around her from the front. I stroked the prongs of her nose, smearing the lustful water over the bridge, then along her cheeks and the ends of her hair, gently tickling her lovemaking with my fingers.

“Really? Then tell me, what do you feel?” Izzy’s hands wrapped around my neck and teased the knot of my throat with her sensual tongue. She kissed my brow bladder as she spoke, sucking and nibbling hard on the skin.

“Me, huh? I feel you constantly leaving hickeys on my shoulders.” In slight pain, I recognized the texture of Izzy’s hair and skin, smelling the wisps of her scent, and my mind then slowly landed and sank in her flesh, my lower body tending to become erect with sensual stimulation.

“It’s not like I’m asking you for money, so leaving some marks on you isn’t too much, right? But don’t worry, I won’t intentionally kiss in places where I can see them without taking off my clothes.” Izzy bit down heavily on my shoulder, and the sudden increase in pain reminded me of the way Niki navigated her orgasm. In my experience, there weren’t many women with masochistic desires as latent as Niki’s, after all.

“You’re very on the ball. In that case keep a few more so I always remember you.”

My bulging crotch pressed against Izzy’s moderately plump belly, and her body heat quickly seeped from her crotch into my lower body. Leaning at an angle along the sides of my shoulders, I removed the straps from her dress and pulled her silvery, shimmering, form-fitting tunic down below her hips. As that garment fell loosely to the floor, her torso blossomed into an infinite landscape before my eyes.

“Well …… you’re really special, a lot of men don’t like hickeys.” Izzy lets out a heartfelt chortle, straddling the silver dress that has fallen to the floor. She was no longer in a hurry to kiss me, instead she put her hand on my brow and gracefully removed her navy silk panties.

“A lot of women say that, but I’m like any other man, I just want to snog women.” I looked at the naked Izzy, whose pubic hair was kind of sparse among so many women I’d read about. Yet her well-proportioned, voluptuous body was still enough to make her lower half exude intense seduction.

“Do you like my body?” Izzy politely pushed me away from my gentle embrace for a moment. Her hands rested back on the nape of her neck, allowing her nearly flawless torso to spin around in front of my face.

“You’re a fine piece of womanhood, reminds me of some of the jingles for body contouring and beauty.”

I held my breath and answered with great deliberation, knowing that this was just Izzy’s strategy for flirting in sexual matters. In the shadowy space, her sensual demeanor and torso not only incinerated my vision, but also set the shaft on fire. I deliberately slowed down my speech, stripping her of her clothes in the middle of the syllables.

“Trust me, you can make it!” said Izzy, smoothly picking up on the popular jingle, happily looking down at the jiggling breasts, trapped in a self-absorbed mood.

“Change make it to fuck me, it fits our situation better.” Naked, I pressed forward toward Izzy, trying to intercept her and hold her in place, but she grinned and dodged, backing up to her spot on the couch.

“You’re funny, but you should know I don’t really know you yet.” Izzy shrank into a ball on the couch with a shyness that was also real, yet her eyes revealed a wildness that was more written than timidity.

“You know me. We’ve known each other since I started noticing you.” I took a seat next to Izzy and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. The alcohol in her body burned a fiery body heat that made me keep kissing her scarlet face lightly.

“If looking at me and farting around a few times is called getting acquainted, I can get to know every man I want to in Taipei City.” Izzy was still being deliberately evasive at this point, but I was pretty sure she was a veteran at playing with men. As it was, she was merely trying to get me to salivate even more over her body with a half-hearted gesture.

“But you don’t see yourself stripping like that in front of them.” Not only did I go along with Izzy’s tone, but I also stroked her smooth back skin with abandon.

“You don’t understand, working in a place like this, I’m just a toy to men.”

Izzy folded her arms over her breasts, her body cowering tighter as a flash of melancholy hastily flitted across her pretty face. She sighed softly and lay into my arms, pressing her delicate back against my thick chest as if expecting comfort.

“You’re not just a toy, but the best.” To soothe Izzy, I probed my hands into her deep cleavage before taking hold of her full breasts, hoping that the playful words and thoughtful gestures would wash away her feelings.

“You, you could eat off that mouth.” Perhaps not wanting to let the gloom spoil our mood, Izzy suddenly laughed and turned back to knock me on the head.

“Which one of us real estate brokers doesn’t eat with our mouths?” With no intention of delaying any further, I injected the red flames of lust into each of my fingers, cauterizing Izzy’s bud-like nipples and the tender privates below her navel, respectively.

Perhaps because of the long conversation, Izzy’s pussy was surprisingly a little dry. I patiently and carefully tweaked her nipples and pussy core, fast and slow, stimulating the two most likely erogenous zones in a woman.

“Hiss …… ah …… hmmm …… hmmmmm …… I’ve never seen a man like you Such a person……Ah……hmm……so……hmmm… … “Under the continued onslaught of pleasure, Izzy didn’t let me down. She first closed her eyes and stretched her curled up body lazily, leaning against my chest. When her nipples were gradually erect and her love juices were once again flowing out of her vagina, she hooked her arms back around the back of my neck and let out a mind-blowing moan.

“So fond of making things up while you’re snogging, are you?” I let Izzy lie on her back on the couch, then pressed the bridge of my nose profoundly between her slightly quivering about two strands, and a mysterious, rich scent slowly filled my nostrils. My line of sight crossed the plains around her belly, and then climbed up to her soft peaks. With her curvaceous body tantalizing me, my breathing became heavier and heavier, each exhale caressing her love juices gushing from her private parts.

“Hiss …… ah …… mmmmmm, lick me, lick me there …… ah …… Mmm……Yes, that’s it……Ah……Ah……Ah…… “Intoxicated by the passion, Izzy called out eagerly, these low, lustful cries coinciding with my mind, as if they were not coming from her vocal cords, but from her wet, dripping pussy.

The lewd water secreted from Izzy’s cunt was extremely thick and kept sending out primal calls. I hooked my arms around her thighs and couldn’t help but bring my tongue up and run it around the delicate pussy lips.

A woman’s sexual experience is actually written on her labia, and the density of her sex life can be surmised from the extent of her labia’s flaring. Like Yiren, her mature and sophisticated flirting techniques are probably only required by her profession as an escort, and in terms of real sex, perhaps her experience is not as rich as I would have imagined.

“Ah hiss …… uh …… you …… ah …… your tongue is so …… so good, mmm…… mmmmmmm, I…… I can’t stand it anymore…… ah …… mmmm…… “As the pleasure built up, Izzy swayed her hips and took the initiative to bring her pussy nucleus closer to my taste buds. I sucked frequently on the long-hardened pussy nucleus, her fingers clenched on the leather couch, her bodily fluids turbulently flowed outward even more furiously, and her waist arched up in the moment.

“Ah …… ah …… hmmmmm, so …… comfortable, hmmm …… ah …… Ah…… hiss…… I…… can’t take it anymore, mmm . . come on, come in, ah…… mmm……”

The heat of the wine and the intense rhythm of pleasure vaporized tiny beads of sweat on her writhing nude body, which looked like countless broken crystal particles in the light of the interior and exterior of the box. My tongue moved deftly in and out of the crevice between her labia, and as I chewed on the flavor of this woman’s wild beauty, I also engulfed her flirtatious thoughts and brought her into the carnal halls of ecstasy.

“Not yet, you wouldn’t object to me adding a little more eroticism, would you?” Sweat and lust mingled with wild longing on Izzy’s face, yet the way Niki reached her climax was alive and well and leaping through my thoughts. If I could just let this encounter etch itself into the depths of my memory, perhaps the full extent of my fascination with Niki would be released.

“Hiss …… ah …… all good …… uh …… ah …… hiss …… you …… how you play …… play me all good, ah… …mmmm …… ah ……” My thoughts kept undulating with Izzy’s torso, intent on finding a prop that was very different from everyday coitus. At her unreserved gesture, my eyes finally rested on the tabletop where the cups and plates were in a state of disarray.

I licked Izzy’s pussy intermittently, stretching my arm out to grab the slender bottle that still held a quarter of a VSOP, uncorking it and replacing my lips and tongue with the top of the bottle, swirling and grinding it around the opening of her pussy and the area around her nub.

“Ah …… hmmm …… no, don’t …… hmmm …… hmmm hmmm, you …… how you so bad well …… hiss …… ah …… ah … …Hiss …… ah …… “I simply got up and sat on the ground, wait until the neck of the bottle was mostly wet by the lewd water, then slowly pushed the bottle into Iren’s love liquid running vagina. Perhaps because of shyness, she was at first half-push half-resisted, until the bottle body kill into her body about ten centimeters, she seems to be no longer difficult to suppress the cold, hard bottle in the vagina friction out of the pleasure, excitedly screamed!

“Hiss …… ah …… hmmm …… good …… great ……Ah…ah……too……great……ahhhh ……Hmmm……Ah……” I pumped the bottle without slowing down, letting the mouth of the bottle explore Izzy’s cunt either deeply or shallowly. In order to keep her from getting hurt, I deliberately controlled my force to avoid pumping too hard. By this time it was clear that she had overcome most of her fears and was reveling in the strange pleasure of the bottle. Her hips were swinging rapidly, her breasts swaying softly with the rhythm of the bottle; her arms were resting on the back of the chair and on my shoulders, clawing at the skin of the couch and caressing the firm muscles of my back; the tip of her tongue was moistening her dry lips, and the sweat was melting away the heavy make-up on her face. But instead of detracting from her beauty, it brought out her wild sensuality to the fullest.

As the laser beams on the dance floor made Izzy’s eyes even more misty, my lower body let out a powerful drumming from the visual stimulation. Though the idea of penetration had been taking shape for a long time, at this point I was more interested in seeing the bottle bring her to orgasm. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples and breasts, leaving bruise-purple hickeys to give vent to the strong, explosive heat in my crotch!

“Ah …… ah…ah…mmm…ah…ah…come on, come on, ah…ah …mmm…ah…give it to me, give it to me, ah…ah…mmm…ah…” spurred on by the multiple pleasures, Izzy’s consciousness gradually tended to haze, and her droning became more urgent, clearly on the verge of orgasm. I accelerated the speed of the bottle in and out, no longer attached to her breasts, got up and pulled her trembling legs towards the direction of her breasts, so that her love-stuffed pussy was exposed upwards, and then let the bottle slide into her private parts from a vertical direction, so that the high-alcohol alcohol was also poured into her vagina!

“Ah… ah… ah… hiss …… ah …… ah… …ah …… me …… me …… ah …… ah …… ah …… ah …… ah ……” As the alcohol gurgled into her vagina, Izzy’s body curled up unexpectedly, the hot stimulation of the alcohol causing her whole body’s muscles and flesh to twitching violently. Her expression drifted, her unconscious hands waving a sheen of sweat in the air. Her pussy muscles contracted violently, even pushing the bottle out of her vagina. It only took a moment for the tangy liquor to mix with her mesmerizing lewdness and flow along the curves of her torso all over the couch!

“Ah …… hmmm …… hoo …… hoo …… hmmm …… hmmm ……” Under the arousal, Izzy’s screams and movements were unrestrained and oblivious, and I took it upon myself to admire the rise and fall of her expression and limbs. However, the violent struggling during her orgasm caused her to knock over the glass on the countertop in her disoriented state. Crisp sound of glass breaking, so hard to indulge in love and lust in our swiftly awakened, her high-pitched emotions also gradually calmed down.

“What? Are you drunk there too?” Replacing the urge to ejaculate with alcohol, I caressed a soaked Izzy, playing with the sweat on her body, and farting with her while looking thoughtfully at the broken glass all over the floor.

“You’re obnoxious …… You didn’t even come in to play. Here’s the deal, what do you want me to do?” Izzy adjusted her breathing after her orgasm, caressing my still-hard prick. She was obviously different from Niki in that in her moment of fulfillment, she still remembered that I hadn’t had enough, and that the sexual desire that had built up in her lower body had yet to be released.

“Has any man ever tied you up and fucked you?” I kissed Izzy tenderly on the lips, picking up the pantyhose that had fallen aside and sweeping them gently over her wet skin.

“What? Say that again?” Slightly stunned, Izzy bounced up from the couch, incredulous symbols suddenly pooling in her bright features.

“You heard me, it’s still early in the day before you close, and I’m certainly not going to let you off the hook just yet.” Judging from how cooperative Izzy was during the sex, I’m sure the desire in her heart at this point must have far exceeded the driving shock. After meeting Niki, I seem to be a bit paranoid about violence in sex.

“No, you want to tire me out?” A look of panic swept across Izzy’s face in vain as I wrapped the stockings around the lower edges of her ample breasts. Though she didn’t verbally accede to my wantonness, she didn’t physically reject it either. I took her reaction as a form of tacit approval and continued to wrap the stockings around the upper edges of her breasts.

“Shhh …… you keep quiet.” I focused on addressing the tight stockings, binding Izzy’s bosoms even more exquisitely. Her breasts were transformed into two passionate roses as they filled with blood, and her straight nipples were budding buds.

In a moment of shy anticipation, Iren looked at her breasts and allowed me to roll the remaining length of her pantyhose around her wrists, tying her hands solidly in front of her breasts. Just as I was beginning to think of ways to enjoy her, the cell phone rang sharply.

“Wait …… Hey, it’s you. How’s it going? Me? What else could it be? Snogging, of course.” I grabbed the cell phone on my desk and the caller was Shannon, who I had met just a few days before.

“What? What the fuck? You’re going to discuss with her what you learned about having sex with me? Stop it.” Izzy kicked my thigh gently, urging me to end the call as soon as possible. I wedged the phone between my shoulder and neck and tickled her armpit a few times, and she momentarily restrained herself from letting out a wanton cooing laugh as she dodged.

“No, Missy, you don’t have to tell dirty jokes to help us out, I’d appreciate it if you’d just get off the phone. Okay, I’ll come over and find you tomorrow after work.” I ended the call with a flirty, conceited smile.

“Your girlfriend?” Izzy narrowed her smile and stubbornly pressed her lips together, the jealousy on her face unsure if it was real or not.

“Barely.” In order to keep the warm atmosphere between us, my answer was very ambiguous.

“Well …… then will she be upset?” Izzy, like all women, was pretending to be more relaxed about the things that mattered more to her. This attitude, however, made me think of her tendency to confuse our one-night stand for a true love affair.

“What can she do if she’s not happy?” My eyes traveled through the shards of glass that littered the floor, subconsciously grabbing a piece and playing with it. I had no intention of considering whether or not Izzy would slam the weight of her feelings onto me after this night. But if this conversation continued, our night of what should have been revelry would be filled with regret.

“You men are just like this …… Wow ah, what are you doing?” When Izzy pouted and lay into my arms, the glass shards in my hands coldly scratched a shallow blood mark on her delicate arm muscle tang.

“Me? I’m going to cut you open inch by inch now.” The accident, more or less, hinted at where our libidos were headed. I made a face, and instead of apologizing for hurting Izzy, I proceeded to cut a second, third, and even more blood on the stunned woman.

“Ah …… hiss …… good …… good pain …… ah …… ah …… “Despite the pain raging on her torso, however, Izumi still didn’t escape, and the speed of entering the situation made me quite surprised. Along with a path of earthworm-like wounds climbed on the arms and breasts, her tightly knit brows gradually revealed a pleasant demeanor, her mouth also slowly echoed the moan.

“Well …… ah …… hmmmmm this …… this isn’t fair …… hmmm …… Bring it on.”

But Izzy didn’t sink any further; she opened her eyes, haughtily snatched the broken glass from my hand, and with a surly light smile, etched my back muscles with an intensity that went beyond normal coitus.

I neither stopped Izzy nor had any way of finding out whether it was an arrow through the heart or an eternal vow that she had carved into my back. The intermittent pain and loss of blood had overwhelmed me for a moment.

In this moment, I suddenly remembered Niki’s flushed face, drunk with pain, and for the first time in my life, I was so truly experiencing a hurt that was both more solid and more intense than mere pleasure. Every time Izumi made a scratch on my body, it was as if my nerves suffered a painful blow of longing.

Once I think of Niki, my consciousness is nothing but vaguely painful wounds, but only the idea of wild sex …… Yes, I crave to electrocute my flesh hard with pleasure, to die in a bursting orgasm!

“Wow …… ah …… hiss …… hmm …… ooh …… hmmm …… hiss …… ah …… wow… …hiss……aah……aah……” I clucked Izzy tightly so that she was facing the back of the chair, and then pushed up my firm prick and poked it into her sticky, slippery cunt. The shards of glass we had used to cut into each other’s flesh also fell to the ground in silence due to the shift in position.

Upon entering Izzy’s body, the whirlwind of sex hormones reverberating through my body prompted me to pump hard and fast at a rapid pace. The alcohol remaining in her vagina caused a sudden coolness and tingling to pass through my prick. It was as if I were a pagan performing a ritual of sacrifice, plunging into the mire of female formation for no apparent reason, yet I was willing to do so, every nerve fluctuating with her torso!

“Ah …… ah …… wow …… hmmm …… from the front ……Ah…… front, come on……Ah……wow…… mmmm… …ah…… wow……” The pleasure was intense, causing Izzy to let out an impassioned hiss. Her bound hands gripped the back of the chair and shook the entire couch violently. Aroused, she had only just made the request to penetrate from the front when she simply turned her body sideways and pinned me down on the couch. My consciousness ethereally tumbled through space as I struggled to reinsert my inadvertently slipped prick back into my vagina.

“Ah …… wow …… ah …… wow …… too …… too good …… ah …… wow …… I… …you’re …… a veteran …… ah …… ah …… ah …… “Izzy sat on my crotch, her high, almost frenzied lust causing her hips to sway violently, bobbing her head frequently to shake off the turbulent sweat from her face. Her spastic fingers clawed and cracked at the muscles of my chest, our flesh convulsing and quivering in a frenzied tremor as cascades of blood and sweat gradually merged and spilled messily over our skin.

“Ah …… wow …… wow …… you …… you …… really …… too …… wow ah ……… …ah …… hmmm …… ah …… ah …… hmmm …… ah ……” The emotionally charged Izzy could no longer restrain her faculties from hurtling toward orgasm in a frenzied, heteronormative mood. She let herself paralyze like a pile of mud on my chest, and after reaching the lost voice of orgasm, she still frequently twitched her body and continued to make obscene guttural noises.

“Uh-huh… uh… …… ah… …… oh… …… hmm… …… oh… …… ah…… ah…uh…ah…ah…ah…hmmm …ah…… “My whole body was wet with blood and sweat, I was panting sharply, and still had no intention of stopping pumping. Intense pleasure followed me, making me fall into the endless trench, and then suddenly burst out of the sea water and rise to the distant sky!

“Ah…ah…mmm…ah…wow…ah…mmm …… “Unlike Niki, Izumi didn’t stop pumping to match her orgasm. With an inexplicable feeling of emotion fermenting in my heart, I got up from the sofa, cupped her gently swaying hips, and initiated another wave of pumping in a standing position.

“Ah …… wow …… no …… don’t …… ah …… Ah …… I …… I can’t …… wow… … “Izzy lifts her bound hands and cradles my head between her constricted breasts. Almost completely disoriented, she scratches and cracks the back of my neck before smearing blood haphazardly across my skin. Her legs clamped rigidly around my hips, the flood of pleasure making her ask frequently to stop fucking. Yet on the verge of ejaculation I savored the bruises on her breasts to myself, blood and sweat rendering magnificent totems on the corners of my mouth and cheeks.

“Woah ah …… me again …… wow ah …… fast …… fast …… put me down …… put me down …… ah …… ah… …please …… ah ……” The violent shaking of her torso and the embrace that left me breathless conveyed the message that Izzy had climaxed again. Her cunt contracted so sharply that I could no longer maintain my violent thrusts. My prick felt a rush of heat, a sudden urge to let loose in her mouth.

I picked up Izzy and let her sweaty spine slide downward against the glass that looked out over the dance floor until her buttocks touched the cool tiles. As if reading my mind, she busily squatted between my legs and hastily grabbed her soon-to-be-cumming prick into her warm but slightly dry mouth.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh …… oooh …… oooh …… uh-huh …… “As Izzy’s tongue flopped over my glans and her hands rubbed her cock, I couldn’t resist her gang-poo-like mouthpiece any longer. My mind drifted between her messy, droning syllables, and with a passionate jerk of my lower body, my semen shot off into the depths of her throat!

After my passion, exhausted, I collapsed drowsily into Izzy’s lap. While I regulated the rhythm of my breathing so that the hyperactive panting gradually eased, I watched as semen slowly gushed from the corner of her mouth. She reached up and lazily wiped away the sticky liquid that clung to the corners of her mouth, blood splatters swirling across her sweaty and scarred skin.

“Whew, you were great. I rarely praise women, but you were fantastic.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, a slight cramp-like pain emanating from my calves due to the exertion. Post-orgasm, Izzy leaned against the wall, still caressing my cheek with her bound hands.

“You too. Seriously, no man has made me this crazy since the day I lost my hymen.” Izzy’s breasts looked even higher and sexier because they were bound in stockings, and I didn’t care to tell if the compliments were heartfelt or not, tracing the lines of her breasts over and over in my brain.

“Really? You can leave me your number.” I fought back the pain from the spasms and stiffened my calves.

“I don’t want to be your mistress. Hey, move your big head, will you?” Izzy banged me on the head again, and I strained to sit up straighter than that, watching as she hobbled toward the couch and grabbed the ivory cigarette case she carried with her.

“Who says I think of you as a mistress? Big deal, I called you too.” I followed Izzy’s lead and settled on the couch, grabbing my underwear and wiping the blood and sweat that speckled my body.

“Forget it! I’ve heard too much from men.” Izzy opened the cigarette case with her bound hands and took out a hand-rolled cigarette and shoved it to my lips, some fine white powder falling out of the pipe.

“What dong?” I tossed the blood-stained underwear to Izzy, who grimaced she didn’t take in my kindness. I guessed the contents of the hand-rolled cigarette, and while it might have been marijuana, perhaps it was laced with other unknown ingredients.

“Take a drag, it’s top shelf.” Izzy pretended to light the fire for me, and I didn’t waste the shriveled smoke, inhaling it directly into my mouth.

Faced with the paralysis that went straight to my head, I realized in a whirlwind that this was very different from the marijuana I was usually accustomed to. With just one inhale, the bloodstains on Izzy’s torso seemed to twist out of place.

“Ever been high?” Izzy lit a cigarette on her own as well and snuggled into my side, our limbs thus naked and overlapping. I used my head to shake off the expected dizziness, but I couldn’t help but greedily fondle her stocking-tied breasts. Her words sounded very disorienting to me, like a swarm of ants crawling sporadically into the shell of my ear.

“Only marijuana, I guess.” The moment I opened my mouth, I felt my voice float as well, and the blood that had repeatedly seeped out of my wounds seemed to slowly rise from my skin and drain away in the direction of the ceiling.

“What’s marijuana? In a moment, we’re going to walk into a world that’s even better than an orgasm.” Izzy giggled and laughed, her register suddenly becoming more muffled. I rubbed my eyes and inhaled the smoke into my chest again as her face and body became more and more blurred. In her transformation, she seemed to roll right over on top of me and kept reaching out to lick my wounds with her tongue.

Yet is she really Izzy? No, no, she should be Niki. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and blankly branded a greenish-purple hickey on her white skin. My head was extremely dizzy, but in a very comfortable way. At this point Niki wasn’t resisting at all, and was even completely unaware that I was sucking on her skin. Unlike usual, she was riding my belly of her own accord, and there were no tears running from the corners of her eyes for Joker.

“I can’t feel your weight.” I kissed Niki obliviously, slurring out my true feelings, yet I was never sure if she heard me.

As the scene in the box waned into blackness, it was as if I were in the infinite depths of the universe, yet at that moment I felt no fear of my remote surroundings.

In this unguarded moment, Niki’s soft body began to dissolve. Her naked body gradually lengthened and coiled around my chest like a snake. I shook my head and questioned the strange sight before me, but a pair of bat-like wings suddenly rose up from behind her serpentine body. A wry smile floated to the corners of her mouth, and her wings swiftly swung up and down, beating out a stream of air stronger than a heartbeat.

I couldn’t stop myself from taking off with the alienated Niki, when her face suddenly produced rapid changes …… Starting from Niki and Izumi, pressing on to Shanshan, Charlene …… As long as it was a woman with whom I had shared the pleasure of fish and water, no matter whether or not I remembered the names The faces of their orgasms kept alternately surfacing on the snake’s body and neck.

“Who …… are you?” I murmured inquiring about this multiple doppelganger alien, witnessing the rounded serpent’s body emerge scaly and gradually become transparent again …… I could actually see through the texture of its bones and its violently pulsating organs.

I don’t know how long it took, but the colorful internal organs and peachy bones inside the snake’s body were slowly displaced, and they all pierced out of the transparent scales and sailed into the infinite cosmic space. At this moment, the head of the snake without a fixed face burst open abruptly, and the faces of all the women scattered and streaked in all directions, becoming a river of stars floating in the universe.

“No, don’t go ……” With all the visions changing again and again, the transparent snake body wrapped around my chest no longer restrained my behavior. I could still hear my own hollow voice, yet the heads were traveling farther and farther away. I struggled to pivot my limbs and chased after those heads in a swimming position, hoping to retain some of the distant memories, but they moved faster and faster, and the closer I tried to get, the further away they became from me.

Desperate, I called out their names one by one, yet I could no longer hear my own hoarse words. What came out of my throat in this fantasy-like situation was a dance song with a strong rhythm.

The number of heads I’m chasing grows as the sound of music becomes clearer and clearer. They reduce the speed of their escape and slowly fixate, and my consciousness gradually finds its way back to the coordinates of reality.

Yes, the high-decibel dance music shook my eardrums, and all the floating heads grew into full bodies and became a laughing crowd of dancers. I could feel the background of the universe fading from view, yet the laser beams still clouded my vision …… I finally realized that my trip was a false vision, and that I had simply stepped out of the dark and raunchy VIP room under the influence of anesthesia, and was naked in the middle of the hotel’s dance floor.

I stood bewildered on the dance floor in full view of the crowd, and instead of being alarmed by my presence, the dancers even danced more frantically. Although the hallucinations had disappeared, the dizziness intensified and ran riot in my brain. Before I could feel embarrassed about running around naked, I collapsed, and though my thoughts were still clear, I couldn’t get up again, no matter how hard I tried.

Seeing that the bound Izzy also fell out of the box with blood stains, all the dancers immediately left the wretched me behind and gathered around her who was still immersed in the ecstasy to savor her. These dancers were staring at her proud body, and there were even lewd and obscene smiles in between their vulgar words.

The naked Izzy had already broken free of her stockings, and she stumbled so much that she could not take more than a few steps before she knocked over the golden screen at the door of the box. As if she were still in a trance, she lay back against the screen and let out an uncontrollable laugh and moan. Splitting her legs, she bared her private parts, wriggled frequently, and even stroked her bruised breasts as she began to masturbate.

The laser beams and rotating lights on the dance floor kept flickering, illuminating the blood and grime on Izzy’s body in an incomprehensible way. Busy masturbating, Izzy’s eyes were frozen as if she was in the middle of a naked dance to the death.

Soon afterward, the stockings binding her breasts gradually loosened due to Izzy’s violent body movements, and the male dancers onlookers screamed and cajoled as they stripped off their clothes and pants and stepped closer to the oblivious her.

As the rhythm of the dance music gradually mixes with the clamor of the crowd to become a brutal war song, our presence has become the special program of the “King of the West” tonight. There was no time to think about what Yiren was about to face; after she was fully awake, she might reminisce about the uninterrupted orgasms of the night, or she might feel remorseful for the gang rape she had been subjected to. However, none of this matters, all I can do is to pray for her, hoping that she will continue to have a hazy consciousness until she has been ravaged by nearly a hundred men, and then leisurely regain consciousness.

Naked, I’m sprawled out alone on the dance floor, and the hotel crowd has already had people pouncing on Izzy’s naked body. I’m afraid I’m going to have to stay down until this ridiculous sex party is over.

Exhaustion and dizziness gnawed at my brain despite the colorful chase of light and flesh across my vision. Amidst the yells of the crowd, I suddenly rose to the idea of saying goodbye to the world. A little later, I could no longer bear the weight of my eyelids and refused to see or hear the people around me. So the dance music and the voices gradually spread their wings from the depths of my eardrums and the only thing left in my hearing was the still strong heartbeat in my chest.

My torso had never been so weary, and low-slung tears spilled inexorably from my eyes.

I tried to find some kind of definition for the inexplicable tears, but before I lost consciousness, the only thing I could associate with them was Niki.

(xv)

I guess our love story will never be seen on the big wide silver screenBut it hurt just as bad when I had to watch you go

When I was woken up by the cleaners of the “King of the West”, it was already after four in the morning.

The lively hotel was dark after closing time, and the drunken guests and ladies had all been lost, including Izzy, with whom I’d been having sex. With a splitting headache, I vaguely recalled the visions I’d had while high, and still found it hard to believe what I’d seen earlier in the day.

The atmosphere in the hotel was so desolate that for a moment I thought I was in the battlefield of the Wujiang River where ghosts were chirping. I don’t know if it is too sensitive, I always feel that the store is still strewn with the smell of lewd water and semen, and the previous night’s sexual plague is still fresh in my mind. Although I sympathize with Yiren’s last encounter, I hate to know that in this kind of drunken place, what she represents is at most an infectious source of urban debauchery.

Bewildered, I found my clothes and mobile phone in the box and left the labyrinth of the metropolis, a symbol of indulgence. Neither the idea of searching for Yiren, nor do I care about the scars that hurt, I just want to destroy the memories of the “King of the West Chu”. I’m just trying to destroy the memories of “The King of the Western Chu”. I’m not willing to force myself to remember such an erotic encounter like Yiren.

It was only three days ago, my embarrassment in the hotel quickly spread into the company, yet my work mood was not affected by my colleagues. My affair was the talk of the town after dinner. In the real world, I certainly didn’t need to hope for a repeat of this incident, but the only one who deserved more scrutiny was Niki, the one who had invariably directed this ridiculous sexual encounter.

If it weren’t for Niki, I wouldn’t have gotten used to creating orgasms in violent situations, and I wouldn’t have fallen for unattainable, profound love. This is certainly not an attempt to shift the blame, yet the role she played in the whole love affair was indeed enough to sway the tone of my life.

Since Niki took a stand, I no longer have any expectation of a long relationship with her. In the orientation of our relationship, I was constantly thinking about the future of love and cooperating with her without any reservation, just because I didn’t want to lose her; however, she was at ease with herself, taking comfort and pleasure from me that she couldn’t get from her boyfriend, and treating me as if I were a replacement for that man.

Sex and love have always been the most conceited areas of my life, and if I had gone back in time before I met Niki, I might have been able to put aside my flirtatious ways and come to terms with the definition of a sexual partner. After all, I didn’t get nothing out of listening to her whining, at least she gave me a lot of feedback on sex, including a variety of screaming patterns and a rising pleasure index, but I just couldn’t face her love and tears with ease.

It’s not too sad to be in such a decadent world of relationships, at least until I got a call from Niki this afternoon. She said that she was busy shooting Kawakubo Suzu’s spring collection and asked me to meet her at her studio in the evening. On the surface, it seemed like a mundane invitation, but this time she made it very urgent, unlike our daily routine.

Whether Niki was in a low mood or in the throes of spring, I suppressed as much stormy anxiety as I could, left my client in the middle of an appointment, and set off for the appointed place.

(xvi)

“As far as I can remember, we don’t seem to get out this early.” After a few months of knowing each other, punctuality is Niki’s most important virtue. The studio where she works is located in the back alleys of the East End, and although I had heard her mention it before, I had never been there before.

“Remember the first time I asked you out?” We meet in front of the studio, and Niki, dressed in an outfit designed by that Kawakami something-or-other bell, is clearly taking time out from her work. Yet her demeanor was pleasant, and on the surface she didn’t seem to have a problem with being in a bad mood.

“Of course I remember. Do you want to find a place to sit first?” I weighed the timing of this meeting, finding Niki’s clueless question a bit abrupt.

“I don’t have much time, listen to me, I would have approached you the other day because I had a fight with my boyfriend and was in a bad mood.” Niki took my arm and strolled down the alley at dusk. From the leisurely pace, it was hard to imagine that she didn’t have much time.

“So you dragged me for drinks and sex, that I can understand.” I speculated on the real purpose of this meeting, always feeling that Niki was very unusual today.

“And that time in Kanayama, because I told him about our first meeting, but he didn’t believe me at all.” Niki’s words were tentative, her tone a little rushed in unconcealed excitement.

“So you were so upset that you dragged me out in the rain to make out in front of him?” I’d already been thinking about this woman’s scheming for a long time, so this confession wasn’t a surprise to me; what mattered was why Niki was in such a hurry to say such irrelevant things in the middle of her work.

“I’m sorry, I still have the clothes you soiled that time, and then you kept forgetting to take them with you.” Perhaps to add to the photographic effect, Niki opts for a darker color palette today, with gold eyeshadow and dark purple lipstick adding to the mystery of her ever-meandering purpose.

“It doesn’t matter, there are plenty of suits in our line of work.” Despite my patience with Niki’s clarification, the more she kept her cool, the more I fudged, lest I fall into her verbal trap.

“The third time we met, it was because he was so hung up on the Kingsford thing that he said he was going to break up with me. I know I overplayed my hand …… but seriously, you touched me that day.” According to Niki’s conversation pattern, I really don’t think she can say such human words after being fooled again and again. Because of this, I’m almost certain that her asking me out today will definitely not be for small talk.

“Why is he still with you when he’s seen it, and I left so many bruises on your legs that time?” I always feel bad when that man is mentioned, so I ask the sour question in passing.

“I know it sounds harsh to you, but I really …… did that day,” I had to stop my infatuation for a moment and pull the conversation away from the past, despite the moving magic emanating from the lustful Niki.

“We’ve talked about this so many times and you’ve never explained any of this. I know your time is limited, could you please be more direct?” I was well aware of Niki’s habits, and rather than listen passively at this point, I would take the initiative to meet her at the center of the conversation.

“I know you’ve been good to me, and I wouldn’t have had the energy to tolerate his work if you hadn’t been listening to my complaints. You know, he’s been neglecting me …… ” Niki certainly wouldn’t have been so subtle if it were before. She still talked felicitously about the man, seemingly ignoring me completely.

“What the hell are you trying to say?” I interrupted Niki sullenly, having learned to make the most pessimistic plans long ago since I met her.

“If I told you I was going to stagger him and get married, would you give us your blessing?”

Niki’s words freeze me in my tracks, causing me to look sideways at her figure. She still held my arm, yet her mind drifted away from me. We just stood there in the center of the street, time slowly freezing as we watched in disbelief.

The road was filled with pedestrians, and I was torn between responding calmly or excitedly. I could, of course, make a light-hearted remark about the reality and cruelty of the situation, and then feel sorry for myself after she left. But what I wanted to do more than anything else was to yell at her and brush her off before she could catch me off guard.

“Never told you my age, a woman of almost thirty can’t spend all day in a dance club pretending to be young, can she?” Niki’s mysterious and bright face was slightly helpless, and she took me back to the studio by the arm.

“If you’re going to send me a wedding invitation, I urge you to save the money for the stamps.” As a result of my consideration, I compromise calm and excitement for sarcasm. Nonetheless, I feared that Niki would immediately hand me the wedding invitation.

“What you told me was key between me and him, and I don’t think I would have said yes to his proposal without you dropping me off.” The closer we got to the studio, the slower our pace became. It was as if Niki had forgotten the passionate desire to devour each other as we made love, and didn’t regret in the slightest the fact that we were meant for each other.

“Don’t you dare say you thank me for being a matchmaker.” There are times when men are so cheap that it is clear that they have mixed feelings in their own hearts, but they still insist on maintaining the so-called poise as if nothing has happened.

“I do thank you for that. I staggered him a lot explaining that I hoped he’d accept you as a friend, though he wasn’t quite able to understand, and then he agreed.” Confronted with the serious subject of marriage, Niki handled my position in a paradoxical way. Although this statement was on the surface an assurance that we were basically friends, it sounded to me like a euphemism for a scene, which in essence implied that we were about to stop seeing each other.

“You’ve been lying to me. You’re not just good at saying no, you’re also good at giving yourself leeway. I hate to say this, but you really make me feel like a clown.” I expressed my disappointment in a helpless tone, having to admit that my knowledge of women was actually very shallow.

“Cheer up, marriage isn’t a big deal, we can still find time to be together later.” Niki kissed me on the cheek, and I would have been extremely grateful to her if she hadn’t been burdened with love.

“I don’t have experience in dealing with family disputes, and I don’t want to chat about your children’s education.” Since a breakup seemed unavoidable, there was certainly no need for me to stick my neck out and maintain a dispensable harmony.

“Don’t be upset, in fact, apart from telling you that I’m getting married, there’s something else I want to discuss with you today.” Niki’s attitude became much clearer after she told the crucial fact of marriage.

“It’s not your old convention that I eat, is it?” Regardless of whether or not I’ll regret it, I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.

“You’re only half right, we were also going to ask you to be our introducer at the wedding.” We stood in the doorway of the studio, and Niki was all serious as she blurted out her request for me to fall in line.

“Are you so sure I won’t bullshit you at the wedding?” I intuitively decided that Niki was going a little too far with this joke, offering intimidation between denial and acceptance.

“You won’t. My boss wants to meet you at the studio at eight tonight, he wants to talk to you alone.” Niki grabbed my wrist to check the time, her tone suddenly hurried.

“So you’ve said all you have to say? Do I have an appeal?” Perhaps it was because I was not yet satisfied, I regretted that I had often compromised too much on this relationship and made this confession too late. It was hard for me to give Niki a positive answer to her half-serious, half-joking promise.

“What’s the appeal? It’s not like playing mahjong. And I didn’t say I’m leaving you, so don’t be so nervous, just talk to him anyway……. I’m really running out of time, remember to come over at eight o’clock tonight, he’ll be waiting for you on the third floor.” In a look of joy, Niki hurriedly walked through the metal door. The only thing that remains in front of me, other than her re-emphasized invitation, is Poison’s open and clawing perfume.

I wasn’t sure if I should go or not, and I couldn’t deduce what their intentions were. Stunned, I mulled over the content of the conversation, but I vaguely felt that it was even more illusory than the “King of the West” experience. There were still about three hours to go before eight o’clock, so I thought I had to find a place to clear my head.

(xvii)

Oh a kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca But a kiss is not a kiss without your signPlease come back to me in Casablanca I love your more and more each day as time I love you more and more each day as time goes by

So here I am, listening to the melody of my first dance with Niki over and over again, trying to symbolize the immortality of the illusion of our love with the marks of our past lives.

As the melody of the song faded out, I subconsciously dug into my empty pockets. Despite the fact that more than two hours of contemplation had used up all the coins I had on me, not only could I not count the number of times Casablanca had been played, but I was also afraid to agree with Niki and Joker’s approach.

In terms of traditional morality, marriage symbolizes the cessation of pre-marital life. Despite the number of sexual partners and the need for a new approach to life, Niki has no intention of doing so. Her tone was teasing, but she was far more patient than she had been in the past when she made the request to meet Joker in the evening, as if she was very insistent on my accepting her marriage within the context of my old relationship.

Indeed, at first I took Niki’s words and extended them to our current situation, intuiting that she was gently rejecting me. But her behavior became more and more serious, and after she told me the time and place, I became even more confused. This is not only different from her selfish attitude, but also against the common sense of love and marriage.

If it were anyone else, I would have ignored my marital problems and continued to satisfy my sexual desires without a second thought. However, my partner was Niki, who is a cunning and cunning sophist in love.

“Double Vodka,” full of powerlessness, I picked a seat at the bar and asked the bartender for another drink. Maybe the alcohol would work to banish my confusion for a while.

No longer in need of Casablanca, my thoughts ran to Joker’s direction. Though also a man, I was simply baffled by his thoughts on love and marriage.

Joker was not only able to face the fact that I was having sex with Niki, but he was also able to tolerate the fact that I existed in the relationship; he was not only able to hold on to his love for Niki after all these events, but he was even able to propose to her in spite of all the betrayals. He not only tolerated the presence of his rival at the wedding, but even more outrageously, he recognized me as the introducer who shared Niki with him. Perhaps his possessiveness is lower than I imagined, but it would be impossible for a normal man to pass the above test.

Most of the time, I am extremely reluctant to be so overwhelmed, which makes me feel a strong sense of hopeless sadness. If possible, I’d rather cut ties with Niki and never touch these issues again.

“I’ll have the margarita.” With the clear female voice, I subconsciously realized that someone was sitting beside me. It didn’t matter who she was, however, I still didn’t know if I should face Joker or not. My hands rested on the bar and rubbed restlessly, my mood becoming even more disoriented as the hour hand on the surface progressed towards eight o’clock.

“Thanks.” The bartender placed the freshly mixed margarita firmly in front of the neighboring woman, who reached up and cupped her glass in salute to the bartender. Following the hands that caressed the glass, my eyes hurriedly skimmed over the wood grain of the bar and inadvertently spotted a face that was very familiar to me before she started her drink with a graceful gesture.

“I’ve been calling all day and your cell phone has been dead.” Shannon’s appearance was unexpected, but not so much that it alarmed me. She’d been very good at pleasing me throughout our relationship. Perhaps I would have appreciated her timely arrival if I hadn’t still been lingering in the smoke screen of Niki’s release.

“I turned off my cell phone. How did you know I was here?” I picked up my glass forlornly, and it was times like these that I inescapably wished it was Niki sitting next to me.

“Guess.” Perhaps it’s the age factor, Shannon always chooses a similar style of conversation. However, for a man of my age, a playful quiz may not necessarily enhance mutual interest.

“There you go again.” I pinched the tip of her nose to show that I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“It’s nothing. I called your company about an emergency and your coworker told me to come here and take my chances.” After some time together, Shannon’s ability to read people’s faces has improved quite a bit from when we first met.

“What for? It’s not another surprise, is it?” Seeing Shannon always reminds me of Charlene by association. With the cumulative time of our relationship, the three of us have long been used to conducting love scenes together.

“Surprise? You’ve got me and Charlene and an endless number of sisters out there, isn’t that enough?” Sam elbowed me, sounding a little bit gritted, acting like she loved and hated me.

“Stop driving, why are you in such a hurry to find me?” I looked at the time, it was around 7:30 or so, and it was about a ten minute walk from here to Joker’s studio. Regardless of whether or not I was going to make it to the appointment, if I couldn’t get rid of Shannon in twenty minutes, I was practically giving up this chance to get to know Niki and Joker.

“When I called you the other day, didn’t you say you were coming to my house the next day after work? Charlene and I made a table of dinner and waited for you, but in the end you didn’t show up either……. Did you lose your head in a hug with another sister?” The beaming ShanShan drank the wine in one gulp, and although her tone was full of complaints, her tone was still as gentle as the usual pettiness.

“I just don’t have time.” After this prompting, I suddenly remembered that Shannon did call me when I was flirting with Izzy at the West Chopper. Although I felt guilty, I was already aware that I was running out of time, but I pretended to be indifferent and didn’t want to bother explaining anything to her.

“I originally thought it didn’t matter, but since I’ve known you, I …… I ……” ShanShan brought her body closer to me, and her eloquent attitude suddenly became wriggly, half a long time Can’t catch the words.

“Don’t you dare say you’re in love with me.” I never denied being attracted to Shannon and Charlene, yet a sexual partner is a sexual partner, and that recognition has nothing to do with love categorically. I repeatedly emphasized similar feelings to them during our time together, just so that I didn’t want love to ruin our simple and cordial physical relationship.

“Just hear me out first, I haven’t had my period since we cuddled at the hospital.” Shannon gently held my hand and said in one word the reason why she was looking for me.

“Why don’t you go find your boyfriend?” I frowned, patting the back of Sam’s hand to comfort her. The great storm of love affairs had long since made me uncomfortable with things like pregnancy, and now all that mattered was the timing.

“That was me lying to you, the guy you saw in the hospital was my classmate, I was never with him at all.” Shannon knew me to a certain extent, and she knew that I wouldn’t abandon a woman. If it were usual, I would indeed have the sincerity to solve the problem, regardless of whether her words were true or not.

“So what? Know what I think? If you can lie to me about having a boyfriend, you can lie to me about being pregnant.” Despite the fact that the tacit understanding between us, which was close to love, didn’t need to be expressed through words, ShanShan chose to bring up the pregnancy issue at a time when I was at my most uncertain, and I only had fifteen minutes left on the clock. After a moment’s thought, I decided to use irresponsible words and wait until after the eight o’clock appointment, when I could get an overview of the real blueprint for love, and then find a chance to apologize to her.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe it. Honestly, after knowing you for so long, I can’t figure out if I love you or not.” Sam guessed at my intentions, her blank, bright face looking a little forlorn.

“Say it again! It’s not like you don’t know that I’m just playing around with you.” Of course I knew full well that a woman as stubborn as Shannon would already be considered low to say what she just said. But even if I’m going to put the seat of my affections on her someday, it’s going to have to be after I’ve resolved my thoughts about Niki.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll handle the pregnancy on my own. I didn’t come to you to get on your bad side, it’s just that the thought of getting an abortion made me want you by my side.” At this unintentional cruelty, the ever-optimistic Shan Shan’s face piled up with resignation, and while pretending to be strong, her eyes glistened with hidden tears. Compared to Niki, ShanShan’s tears felt strange and precious to me, and for a moment they almost made me want to give up on Niki.

“I want to use the restroom.” Forcing myself to hold down the heartache, I reluctantly left Sam behind and walked around the drinking and partying crowd toward the restroom. Between fluttering steps, I kept hissing silent apologies to her.

Yes, there were reasons why I had to go to the appointment anyway. Even though marriage had taken away my desire for Niki’s affections, I should always give myself a fair accounting of what I’d given up over the years.

The layout of the restroom in this PUB was as narrow and cramped as the store, not even a male/female compartment, with used tampons floating on the surface of the water in the sit-down toilet. Looking at the blood stains swooshing around in the toilet bowl, I thought not of the vampire’s teal color, of course, but the fact that Shannon’s pregnancy seemed to have awakened my decadent love soul.

Ironically, at this critical stage in my life with Niki, Sam’s unexpected arrival seemed to be a revelation, and my earlier hesitations were erased in the conversation with Sam. As I peed, I hoped that Sam would leave before I got out of the restroom, and secretly decided where my love would lead me in the future.

“I have a date with Charlene tonight, so it’s up to you if you want to come.” As I pressed the flush button on the toilet, there were a few sudden knocks on the toilet door. Through the skimpy door panel, Shannon’s choked voice echoed through my touched.

(xviii)

Zhongxiao East Road at the beginning of the night is full of traffic, bright and thick with headlights, hollow echoing noises and colorful neon, just like my polyamorous relationship in love.

After carving out the Pub, I navigated the crowds in a pale urban complex to identify the path to the studio, where Niki’s paranoid tendencies had apparently been avoided by Shannon’s tenderness.

At this point, not only did I no longer hold on to my love for Niki, but I could no longer see her as a sexual partner as I had in the past. Though the choice to marry was a hasty one, I believed that she was wise enough to face the future. Admittedly, I still had strong feelings of love and desire for her, and if it hadn’t been for the affectionate Shan Shan, I might have forgotten about my status as a third party and continued to be entangled in sexual affairs with her. But as things stand now, instead of cursing her marriage, I’d rather end the relationship on my own accord and wish her and Joker the best of luck.

It was about eight o’clock when I arrived at the door of the studio, relieved that Joker’s purpose was no longer important to me, and that the explanation I wanted to give was irrelevant. The reason why I am still willing to go on this trip is that I just want to break the ties of the future.

The exterior of Joker’s studio wasn’t far from the average apartment building, and without thinking, I pressed the doorbell on the third floor and waved toward the camera above the intercom. Perhaps Joker remembered my appearance, and without any sound coming through the intercom, the door sounded open.

I calmly boarded the elevator, and after the muffled sound of the door opening, I intuitively walked up to the door labeled “Dream Soul Studio”. In my network, photographers who can afford a studio most often come up with weird and wacky names to show off their creativity to their clients.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Joker.” Before I was ready to visit, a tall, long-haired woman opened the door and waved at me. In a place like a studio, it should be common for well-endowed models to come in and out, but I saw a trace of déjà vu on her silky, unpowdered face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” The long-haired woman’s top was casually covered in a baggy t-shirt, and her bottoms were jeans with ripped pants, exuding a scruffy aesthetic. Oblivious to my rude ogling, she smiled and welcomed me in, acting extremely natural.

“Nothing, you look like a friend of mine.” I shake my head to get rid of the familiar feeling, give up on searching my memory further for her identity, and follow her bare feet into this space that belongs to Joker.

“Are you the Luo Feifan that Niki always talks about?” She closed the door with her backhand and sat down on the floor, as if she had a masterly demeanor between her words and actions.

“That’s right. Where’s Joker?” I took a few steps forward and surveyed the thirty-ping sized photography studio. A large number of sets, props, costumes, and equipment were scattered across the empty interior.

“I am.” The long-haired woman uttered such a commonplace phrase as a matter of course, yet I stared at her dumbfounded and speechless for a long time. Despite sandboxing the current state of my relationship with Niki in my mind countless times, I had never considered this idiosyncratic variant.

From the afternoon to the evening, it was as if I had been on a crazy, crazy love adventure. From the moment I learned of Niki’s wedding to the moment Shan Shan became pregnant, at best it was a beautiful day, but at worst it was a bolt from the blue, a change I could understand and even accept. However, the fact that Niki’s wedding partner was a woman forced me, in shock and dismay, to reevaluate or reassess women as animals.

“What? Didn’t Niki ever tell you I was a woman? It’s not too late to find out, is it?” Joker must have seen the look of disbelief evident on my face and snorted at my surprise. Judging by her tone and posture, she also seemed to faintly blame Niki for hiding too much from me.

“That’s right, the mayor of Taipei can officiate a gay wedding, what can’t I accept?” I took off my shoes, and consciously or unconsciously looked at Joker. Although I said so, I imagined Niki and her naked and passionate picture, but I still couldn’t accept this fact.

“Place is a mess, feel free to sit.” Joker leans sparingly against the wall, knowing full well that she plays the male role in lesbianism, yet her detailed features and luscious body still easily make my heart pound.

“Has anyone ever said you’re better suited to be a Model?” I looked at the expensive camera equipment and lighting setup in the room and secretly marveled at Joker’s expertise. However, her face and body attracted me more than those hard metals. It was hard for me to imagine her as a rival.

“Thanks. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, but I’m naturally partial to beautiful cameras and women, like this Hasselblad and Niki.” Joker slowly got up and approached one of the cameras, stroking and playing with it as if no one else was there. From the look of concentration on her face, it was easy to understand why Niki had always said that she wasn’t considerate enough, and even regarded her as a workaholic.

“Then again, you didn’t come to me for a photography lesson, did you?” When Joker mentioned Niki, I finally shook off her purely feminine charm and sat down by the coat rack, recalling my inadvertently lost intentions.

“OK, I didn’t realize you were more dry than I thought, so I’ll get right to it.”

Joker steeply throws down her camera and gradually approaches me. Her pupils contain the purpose of asking me over, radiating a mysterious sheen.

“I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with my heart.” Despite knowing that Joker was a woman, I had never doubted that the fact that she would marry Niki would change anything. But her attitude at this point made me intuitively think there was something to it. I closed my eyes to avoid her haunting gaze, signaling that she didn’t have to beat around the bush.

“How did you feel about your relationship with Niki before you knew we were getting married?” Joker births himself beside me and rests his elbow on my shoulder, looking at me from the side as if inquisitively.

“It’s hard for a man not to be attracted to her when she’s unmarried.” Having decided not to get involved in their marriages, my position was actually very solid, but it was Joker’s warm body that really made me uneasy.

“And after you know we’re getting married?” Despite their antagonistic relationship and Joker’s lack of teasing, her blazing body heat was as aggressive as the conversation.

“Your question is difficult to answer.” Until Joker fully states her position, I believe the shorter and more general my answer is, the more it will motivate her to get to the real subject early on.

“Tell me about it.” The scent of an unknown perfume lingered on Joker’s body, rising and falling again and again with the frequency of her breathing. The scent swirled with dreamy lust, and it didn’t feel unfamiliar.

“I don’t like the feeling of being interrogated.” Despite my best efforts to calm my mind and avoid losing myself in the intoxicating scent Joker emits, however, the longer she sits next to me, the more my lower body grows erect.

“You should think of me as a man, it would make you feel better in your heart and in your pants.” Perhaps catching a glimpse of my full crotch, Joker adjusted his sitting position and distance, his sarcastic tone sounding disdainful.

“Whether I think of you as a man or a woman, I’m just as upset. From the fact that you asked me to come and talk about this point, I recognize that you do tolerate Niki very well. But on the other hand, you’re just making up for past neglect.” At the natural physical reaction of my crotch, I spread my hands and apologized to Joker with a bitter smile that was better than nothing. To cover up my embarrassment, I recounted the difficult situation and expressed Niki’s long pent-up frustration.

“Think whatever you want. I don’t know what she told you about us, but you don’t know anything at all.” An unimpressed sneer tugs at the corners of Joker’s mouth in the face of my accusations.

“That kind of statement makes me think you’re shirking your responsibility.” Regardless of the truth of their relationship, since this marriage is inevitable, those traces of the past don’t really matter, so I just responded casually and didn’t think Joker could say anything shocking.

” Niki asked you out for the first time and we discussed it long beforehand.” The contempt was evident on Joker’s face, and in her case it was probably a declaration of victory.

“No way, you don’t seem like such a generous person.” As far as the most basic attributes go, a woman’s jealousy is enough to incinerate everything. Although Shannon and Charlene can coexist peacefully and share their dependence on me in a cordial manner, I still find it hard to believe that Joker and Niki’s love can easily accommodate a third party.

“I didn’t think I could do it either, but we really wanted a baby.”

Perhaps I did hit the nail on the head when Joker turned his contempt into a bitter smile and told me what Niki was trying to accomplish by approaching me.

“So you’ll just tell Niki to trade her tears for my semen, and when she gets pregnant, you’ll tie the knot and I’ll get the fuck out of here, right?” I played out their ploy from the beginning, and all of a sudden I felt like a third-rate movie with these clichés. But Joker’s message didn’t hit me too hard after all, and their tacit understanding was reasonable given that they were both women.

“That’s what I thought, but the problem is that she fell in love with you before she could get pregnant.” As far as I can tell, Niki is a highly dangerous sophist who specializes in cheap tears and attractive beauty to gain acceptance. Joker, who has spent years with Niki and is undoubtedly in the same boat, doesn’t strike me as sincere in this statement.

“Stop it, how long do you guys want to amuse me?” My thoughts were running in turmoil, and a cautious and conservative mindset was absolutely necessary in order to not continue to be a living chess piece in their love ruse.

“Don’t ask me questions like that. Believe me, when Niki told me she was in love with you, I was ten times more puzzled than you were.” Joker sighed slightly, showing that she, too, could not do anything about Niki’s stubbornness.

“Even if that’s the case, you guys have a kid and you’re getting married soon, why do you have nothing better to do than call me over to fart around?” At the mention of pregnancy, I thought of Shannon in a slightly self-deprecating way.

Somehow I managed to compare Shannon and Charlene’s relationship to Joker and Niki.

I meandered through strong female self-consciousness and suddenly felt like their plaything. Facing the arrival of two new lives at the same time proved, at best, that I was fertile.

“You think I want to? In order to continue to be with you, she went on a special trip to get fitted for a contraceptive device and came back to break up with me. I persuaded her for several weeks in a row before she was willing to talk to me again about the conditions of marriage.” Speaking of the purpose of looking for me, Joker suddenly got up and paced back and forth in front of me anxiously, his emotions seeming to be a bit out of control.

“You mean she wasn’t even pregnant?” I secretly hurl abuse at these gender-reversed women, questioning whether the sullen Joker is telling the truth or not.

“Are you an idiot? If she really had a baby, why would I ask you to come over?”

Joker glares at me coldly, gritting his teeth as he confirms that Niki does have good intentions for me.

“I still can’t figure out if you’re in it for Niki or the baby.” To be fair, in the past I had always gone along with Niki’s uncertainty, expecting to find favor with her. But since Joker could share Niki with me, he wouldn’t care to make up more outrageous excuses. At this point in time, there’s no way I’m going to believe that Niki loves my ass.

“What’s the difference? It’s not like the whole world is as philandering as you are …… you wouldn’t understand.” Speaking of which, Joker lets out a forlorn, bitter laugh and a grim accusation of my indifferent behavior.

“I don’t know where my philandering is written, but that’s something I’m self aware of. Well, now that the truth is out, it’s time for the game to end, and for you kids to figure it out on your own, I really can’t help you.” After hearing this incredible romance, what little fondness I had left was gone. Instead of continuing to provide semen in a hopeless emotional fog, I would rather go back to embracing the naive Shannon and Charlene.

“Do you really want to give up Niki?” I must admit that Joker’s confession at this point did get me going, but the lobbying sounded too late to me.

“I’m not used to being at the mercy of others.” Unable to find a reason to stay any longer, I got up and walked to the door. As I passed Joker, the familiar scent still lingered around her. I vaguely remembered the origin of this temptation and unconsciously stopped in my tracks.

“What if you add me to the mix?” Seeing that I have no intention of continuing the conversation, Joker takes me by the shoulders and whispers in an unspecified manner in my ear.

“You? What do you mean?” I turned to look into Joker’s smirking face, adding another layer to the feeling of déjà vu I’d gotten when I walked through the door.

“Although I’m mostly a man, I’m confident that I won’t lose out to Niki when it comes to my body. Remember? Trust me, you can make it!!!”

Joker takes two steps back, pulls off her shoulder-length hair, and removes her T-shirt cleanly, revealing her naked upper body, streaked with cuts and hickeys. She crossed her arms at the back of her neck and turned around in a 360-degree turn, literally waking me up in my “King of the West” dreams.

“No, it can’t be you, your voice isn’t as low as Izzy’s.” I held my breath and stood stunned. But after this shocking afternoon, I commiserated that nothing was impossible. No matter how many crazy encounters I have down the road in my life, nothing will ever compare to the shock of being reunited with Izzy here and now.

In the darkened booth of The King of the West, Joker was transformed into a woman with heavy makeup, and my tongue and palm lines used to trace the contours of her flesh. Now that I’m in a different place, the light in the studio is so clear that she still dazzles me in her wig, even when she’s cleaned up. I kept on trying to understand the images of that night, to savor the woman’s true form on a body that I couldn’t stop staring at.

“What do you think? Does this voice sound like Eren now?” Joker’s voice steeply sank, a hand pulled me still jaw-droppingly staggering, in my still immersed in the strange memories, not even have time to think about the cause of the time, has already pulled open a thick curtain, and took me into a private space.

In the center of this hidden space was a circular waterbed, strewn with colorful electric dildos of various materials and models. Around the bed stood four different metal stands, intertwined with delicate pulleys, chains and leather grommets, obviously designed to accommodate four different bondage positions. All around the walls hung a wide array of hangers, ropes, whips, candles, and a variety of sexy leather outfits of all colors.

“What can I say? Your room really opened my eyes.” I took a deep breath and suppressed my high emotions as I was immersed in this erotic castle constructed with kinky devices. Everything presented in front of me was like a set for a sexual abuse movie, shrugging off my extreme self-importance of sexual experience. There was no doubt that this was the place where Joker and Niki would engage in their daily lovemaking.

“That’s how Niki and I used to play, I just couldn’t bring myself to scar her, and you’re a lot tougher than I am on that score.” Joker flipped a switch next to the curtain, and the whole space suddenly heated up as the moving spotlight on the ceiling burst into blinding light.

“Don’t blame me, you’re the ones playing with fire.” From Yiren of “The King of the West” to Joker of “Dream Studio”, I am not surprised that she is particularly fond of this kind of violent sex. Looking at the huge nude portraits of her and Niki hanging on the wall, I can’t help but be mesmerized by their undivided smiles.

“Like it? Some day the three of us will take a picture together.” Joker’s face was full of complacency, obviously extremely satisfied with the photo. If I’m not mistaken, this frame should be from her handwriting.

“Yeah.” I approached a metal stand and casually fiddled with the pulleys on it.

From the smooth rotation of the pulleys, I can easily imagine that they use these instruments regularly.

“Seriously, there are times when I’d love to try being tied up myself.”

Joker unbuttons her jeans and walks confidently to my side, her high breasts swaying regularly with her gait.

“Count yourself unlucky, I’m not really in the mood right now.” The sight of the lustful tools and Joker’s seductive beauty certainly had my arousal on fire. But despite the cries of hunger from my erect penis, I still had my doubts about this woman marked by mystery and wildness.

“What? Knowing I’m a tom boy makes you afraid to touch me?” Joker hooked his arm around my neck and pressed his ample breasts against my chest, trying to guess the reason for my hesitation.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you got away from the King of the West.” I breathed in the scent of Joker’s blossoming body and suppressed my fondness for that body, revealing the obsession that had kept me there.

“Thinking about it? I thought you didn’t even have a conscience.” Joker’s fingers deftly tweaked my chest, complaining in a pouty tone.

“Maybe I really don’t care about women, but I can’t bring myself to be a nasty beast.” Thinking of the dance floor of “King of the West”, I gently wrapped my arms around Joker’s slender waist as I felt compassion for her.

“It’s really nothing to put it bluntly, I know the owner there pretty well.” Joker undid my tie and gave a hasty one-liner about the layout of that night. After her simple explanation, it dawned on me in a pause as well.

“What are you trying to prove?” Come to think of it, I was still struggling with the combination of alcohol and anesthesia, and it really wasn’t too hard to hide it from me, who couldn’t get up at all.

“I’d like to know why Lo Fei Fan was able to steal Niki away from me.”

Joker’s strong jealousy was directed at both Niki and I. Driven by possessiveness, he roughly tore my shirt and threw himself into my thick embrace.

“Wait, does Niki know about us?” I held Joker’s hot body close to me and collapsed with her on the cool waterbed. I asked one last question as I peeled off her snug jeans, the waterbed did nothing to cool our arousal, and naked lust began to spread through every ravenous cell of our bodies.

“Uh …… uh huh, we sleep together almost every day, do you think she’s blind?” Joker first struggled and rolled over, removing all my clothes, followed by frantically branding me with hickeys symbolizing intense affection.

“Any idea why Niki doesn’t like you using your mouth?” Joker’s hands slid down my hips to my erect shaft, her saliva marring the freshly scarred wounds and embedding her deeper into my being. I squeezed her supple skin with abandon, ironing out bruises of greenish-purple color. Ignoring the mounting pain, fueled by our passionate love, we kept rubbing our bodies against each other’s skin, hoping to cut the distance between the tangible and the intangible.

“You tell me?” I abruptly rolled up into a sitting position, spread Joker’s well-toned thighs, and brought my mouth close to her love-juice-soaked privates. As those sweet strings of agar washed over my nerves, she opened her deep mouth in arousal and took my prick warmly.

“Well …… oooh …… you …… you’ll know soon enough …… hmmm …… oooh…… mmm…… mmm……… … “A wet heat was just coming from my prick and Joker’s tongue was already swirling around my glans. It was as if her mouth was using my prick as a stage, sucking, kissing, licking and pumping, in a delightful opera. My crotch suddenly hot in response to her performance, tingling pleasure is spread all over my body. With the frequency of her tongue dance and the soundtrack of her chants, I was almost completely defenseless against her provocations, no longer able to distract myself from savoring her deep, rich pussy!

“Woo …… hmmm …… woo …… hmmm …… woo …… mmmm …… oooo…… mmmm …… oooo… … “Despite having experienced hundreds of women, I found it hard to believe that Joker’s mastery of oral sex was so profound. After only a few minutes of her mouth functioning, my prick was inexplicably craving to ejaculate, and a large amount of semen almost broke through my restraints in that short period of time. My emotions glowed in a haze of pleasure, and my consciousness darted towards the realm of disorientation, yet I knew full well that the slightest let-up at this point would end the session in disappointment. This realization brought me back to face her wet pussy, and I let my tongue and mouth work their way towards the core. I nibbled slightly on her most sensitive nub and lips, causing her to emit muffled cries of clinical torture and temporarily resolving her crisis of imminent ejaculation. As of now, the prologue to this sexual battle was finally declared.

“Hmmm …… woo …… woo …… hmmm …… hmmm …… hmmm …… hmmm …… woo ……… hmmm …… mmmm ………… oooh ……… … “Our mouths met violently and pleasurably on each other’s sexes. Our gasps and moaning waves played a powerful rhythmic battle cry in sonic form. Our heartbeats slammed violently against the small of each other’s backs, like sounding war drums. Our body temperatures abruptly rose to the boiling point of our blood, vaporizing on our skin like wolf smoke on fire. It wasn’t long before the pleasure had accumulated in beads of sweat on every inch of our skin!

“Oooh …… hmm …… ah hiss …… me …… me ……Ah……Ah……I can’t stand it……Quick, tie me up… …ah …… tie me up …… hiss …… ming …… hmmmmm …… mmmmmm ……” As Joker’s sweat beads pooled into a turbulent river between her twins, she could no longer bear my cocky tongue and teeth, giving up her oral cavity’s insistence on the phallus, and frequently trembling her seductive She gave up the hold of her mouth on the prick, shook her seductive body frequently, and cried out a cry of desire from the depths of her soul!

“Ah …… ah …… hiss …… ah …… …wow ……… wow …… ah …… hiss… …ah……aah……aah……hmm……hmm……hmm ………… “Despite Joker’s request for a pause in our initial sparring session, I chased her down before she was about to climax. As her cries and body showed the signs of climax, the two plump ass cheeks drove her private parts into violent contractions. Suddenly, I stopped sucking and pushed my index and middle fingers into her pussy, letting a torrential stream of love juice flow into my palm.

“Uh…… hmmmmm…… hmmmmm…… hmmm…… ah What are you doing? Nasty …… ah ……” The spasms of orgasm and the aftershocks of pleasure made Joker tremble so much that he almost forgot that he had asked to be tied up earlier. ever made a request for bondage earlier. While she was still reeling from the throbbing of the blowjob, I suddenly got up and picked her up by the armpits and inner thighs so that she was sitting on the floor, clambering onto the metal support nearest the waterbed. She let out a gasp of surprise between giggles, her carefully concealed sense of femininity no longer hiding.

“Aren’t you dying to try out these props?” I assisted Joker to her feet, the continuing effects of the pleasure still spreading through her limbs, causing her to emit a slight shudder. I used the belt buckle loops attached to the chains to latch each of her wrists and ankles, securing her in a wide formation to the stand.

Although Joker had often operated these props, perhaps she had never played the role of Niki in her past sexual endeavors. So at this point she kept a shy silence, as if the virgin was expecting a wild rite of passage.

“Ah …… uh-huh …… lightly …… lightly …… ah ……” I had no intention of disturbing Joker’s mindless reserve, and tugged on the chain on the stand. The delicate design of the entire brace tilted her bare naked body forward about thirty degrees, and her left thigh was raised backward to about ninety degrees from her right thigh. When the chain abruptly tightened, due to the change in the arc of the entire body, her naked body made bare a primitive and unrestrained aura, provoking my sight.

“Well …… uh-huh …… you know what? Well …… the first time we met …… well …… you …… you said you were going to tie me up …… uh-huh …… I …… I already knew …… uh… …myself that I should take …… take the gentlest part of my life …… hmmm …… part… …hmmm …… give it to you hmmm …… hmmm ………… “As I lifted the red rope hanging on the wall and carefully wrapped it around the top and bottom edges of her breasts, setting Joker’s breasts even higher and more prominent, I couldn’t help but caress the scars left on her delicate skin from the last time, hoping to smooth out her wounds one by one. The warmth of my touch made the words coming out of her mouth the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Hiss …… ah …… hmm …… hmmmmm …… yes …… Yes……Hard……Mmmm……Ah… …mmmm……aah…… “My mood was fluctuating strongly with Joker’s hissing voice, and I finally grabbed the electric dildo on the waterbed, and after flipping the switch, I turned the speed to the limit and plunged it into her, which she had not been able to get off. After turning on the switch, I revved it to the limit and plunged it into her pussy, which had never been out of her orgasmic state. The motorized dildo rattled and her muscles tensed up in a flash, as if electricity was passing through her womb. As I pumped the motorized dildo at breakneck speeds, I alternated between rubbing her high breasts and letting the pleasure flow freely through her hot body.

Her oblivious waves and the sound of chains clashing quickly blended together to compose the truest throb of female life.

“Woah ah …… oooh …… hmm …… ah hiss …… me …… me …… ah …… ah …… I can’t take it anymore… …Give it to me, give it to me, ah …… oooh …… wow …… ah …… oooh ………… “The profuse flow of sweat and love juices made Joker’s torso look like a manganese field that had just been rained on. I raced my motorized dildo in and out of her cunt, and the squeezing motion of my hands on her breasts became more unrestrained. The over-excitement continued to electrify her nerves, causing her to cry out in oblivion as she gripped the chain, releasing her entire body weight on it in ecstasy. The experience of meeting her in orgasm caused semen to ooze out of the tip of my prick …… Yes, the more pleasure Joker was loaded with, the more urgent my urge to ejaculate became!

“Wow ah ………… ah …… ah …… hmmm …… ah…… uh…… ah…… ah…… ah…… ah… …wow……” I pulled out the electric dildo, grabbed Joker by the hips and thighs raised backward, and plunged the real thing I couldn’t wait for into her hungry cunt from behind. Her torso convulsed violently with arousal and whimsy, and the chains binding her clashed with even more passionate sounds. As the muscles of her pussy clamped wetly around my prick, I felt my consciousness floating through the universe, chasing an infinite river of stars, gradually losing its coordinates in a quadrant that belonged only to her, and plunging into a hazy hallucination that was more exorbitant than LSD. Nevertheless, my firm determination to conquer this woman remained unchanged, and I kept my prick in my subconscious, thrusting it with almost savage fury!

“Waaaah …… oooooh …… mmmm …… ah… wow… ah… …ah…wow…uh…ah…uh…ah hiss…… me… …me …… ah …… ah ………… “The moment I ejaculated, I could hardly see or hear the world anymore, my eardrums only carried Joker’s fading, slutty screams.

“Mmm…… hmmmmm…… you…… you’re wonderful…… hmmmmm …… mmmm……” As the exhausted me leisurely regained consciousness, I leaned over the bound Joker. She had obviously experienced another orgasm, and not only was she still letting out sighs to symbolize her satisfaction, but her body was also still twitching slightly. I barely managed to stand up straight, only to realize that I had a motorized dildo jammed up her anus, and while I was pumping, I was also using my belly to keep pushing artificial pleasure into her mysterious posterior.

“Seriously, after making love to you, I keep worrying that I won’t want another woman.” After my orgasm, breathing heavily, I untied Joker from all her bonds and carried her, unable to walk, back to the comfort of the waterbed. The aftermath of her orgasm had left her face extremely flushed, radiating an even brighter glow than when we first met. Looking at her exquisite nakedness, my mind was still stuck in the ejaculation phase, which was more attractive than anesthesia.

“That goes without saying. It’s just that I’m more used to being a man! What about it? Where are our kids and referrals?” Joker’s voice trembled a little with hidden pleasure, but experiencing such a violent orgasm didn’t make her forget the purpose of asking me here.

“As long as Niki is willing to remove her birth control device, I think that’s a good deal …… Would you like to have one too?” Satisfied, I lay down beside Joker, caressing her smoother-than-satin body.

“Go dream your big head off! Want some? It’s top shelf.” Joker elbowed me hard in the throat, signaling her abhorrence of pregnancy. She giggled and fished the delicate ivory cigarette case out from under the pillow, handing out the obligatory post-orgasmic hand-rolled cigarettes, just as she had done at The King of the West.

“Thanks, I don’t want to get laid again.” I stirred Joker into my arms and kissed her passionately. With a woman like that by my side, marijuana or other intoxicants were superfluous.

“Well …… I’ll never forget the way you sprawled out naked on the dance floor.”

In an intoxicatingly deep kiss, Joker and I share this moment of warmth. To brew a deeper embrace, she could no longer hold the cigarette case in her hand. The catalyst to hallucination falls into the trash can next to the bed.

(xix)

I love your more and more each day as time goes by

Ancient Casablanca echoed in the aquamarine room, as if celebrating the great love that mankind has ever known. After walking through the world of Joker and Niki, although I still insisted that the romance was just a false dream, Sam and Charlene in my arms were still so tame, the most real thing I had ever owned.

After leaving the “Dream Soul Studio”, I went straight back to ShanShan and Charlene to make up for the coldness of these days with the most sincere sweet words and the most passionate fish and water love. Regarding the issue of pregnancy, I told Shanshan that I fully respect her wishes, and would even rather use marriage to welcome the new life.

The dim light in the room reflected off our sweaty bodies, and as usual, Shannon and Charlene snuggled naked against my chest, exhausted from their intense lovemaking as they drifted off to sleep. The slightly chilly air made me worry that they would catch cold as their body temperatures dropped, so I pulled the quilt over their attractive bodies.

“Hey, I’m Luo Feifan.” When the cell phone resting on my pillow vibrated dully, I carefully picked up the phone and spoke softly, trying not to disturb Shanshan and Charlene, who were sound asleep.

“Hey, I guess you and Joker had a good talk, huh?” Despite my reassessment of Niki’s love, I felt a strange stirring when her coquettish voice came clearly into my ear shell.

“Of course, that said it’s thanks to your arrangement.” I deliberately lowered my voice, deciding to treat Niki and the girls as if they were highly classified in a love affair, and kept my mouth shut about Shannon and Charlene.

“You’re talking in such a low voice, did you run off to find another woman again?”

Niki’s words were as sharp as ever, and in a flash, she had exactly what I was looking for.

“Of course I’m not interested in men.” Despite having no intention of blaming Niki and no prejudice against bisexuals, I casually sarcastically commented on her relationship with Joker since the truth had been kept from her for so long.

“It’s your business if you don’t like men, we’re both just happy to like women.” Perhaps because the relationship was becoming clearer, Niki’s cheerful tone and mischievous attitude were a far cry from the past.

“You’re not calling to discuss this with me in particular, are you?” The rare change of heart made me want to experience Niki’s passion even more through the conversation, yet now was not a good time.

“Why are you so serious, I’m not going to make fun of you, that’s all……. Are you still blaming people for lying to you?” Niki put her emotions a little more collected, since we met, for the first time, she is so concerned about my feelings.

“Where do I get off blaming you? It’s more practical to fuck you, right?” As Charlene lazily shifted her warm body in my arms, I casually stated that I didn’t blame Niki, and gently stroked Charlene’s face to lull her to sleep.

“Well, it’s nothing, I just wanted to talk to you and tell you that we bought a new box of puzzles for you to come over and play with …… and that I won’t be using the Poison that you don’t like anymore.” As she spoke, Niki organized our relationship, seemingly suggesting that she was about to start a whole new future with me.

“Very good.” Listening to Niki’s excited tone overlapping with the melody of Casablanca, I vaguely recalled her flushed face during her orgasm. Though I wasn’t going to talk about it at length, a slight warmth welled up in my heart.

“We love you. We’ll leave you alone.” Joker’s low, feminine voice came over the line, perhaps because she didn’t want to take up too much of each other’s passionate moments, and said goodbye with a light kiss to show her love.

“Me too, good night.” I hung up the phone and looked at the sleeping Shan Shan and Charlene, listening to their even breathing, and somehow, hazily, I actually interpreted this brief coziness as eternal happiness.