“How about two hundred dollars for the full set, sir?” She said to me.
I don’t know how long I stayed, I only remembered that I had been standing in front of the iron gate of this ‘one-floor-one-phoenix’ located in Sham Shui Po, staring at her stupidly, during which she repeated this speech three times.
“How old are you?” Not quite convinced that the woman in front of her was her, wanted to be sure again.
“Mister, don’t hate me for being old! At my age, I’m more experienced! I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of!” She couldn’t wait to press her breasts against my shoulders and drag me in by the hand.
Eighteen years did not meet, a meeting, but the identity of the prostitute and john, once again feel the warm and soft touch of that long-lost breasts, at this moment I was extremely confused, completely unaware of the reaction was pulled in by her.
“Old fine you are very young, and raw face, I seldom greet such a young handsome handsome man yo, since today just hair market, on the big gift, two hundred dollars two “fly ″!” She started to undress for me.
Looking at her, a moment filled with emotion, how many years ago was the last time she changed my clothes for me?
At a loss for words, I was stripped naked in the blink of an eye, and she stripped off the cheap semi-see-through halter nightgown, and the black lace lingerie that was already frayed to the point of falling out of place, and led me by the hand into the very small shower room.
I have been sizing her up, the middle-aged woman in front of me, although the body is slightly flabby, but has a pair of delicate breasts, the belly is still slim for a middle-aged man, and the mature curves are still shapely and moving, but the face ……
Why is she so old? I was only six years old when she left home, and now I’m twenty-four, which means she’s only forty-six, how can she look so old? What kind of life has she lived in these ten years?
“Old Fine, why are you always staring at people? Am I ugly? Or not to your liking?” She said while applying soap to me.
“No, just thought you looked good.” I said as a matter of fact.
“Really? I don’t get the impression that old Tiny often seeks out women my age?”
“No, the first time.”
After showering, she took me into the room, pressed me down on the bed and laid me down, then crouched over my lower back and began massaging my shaft.
She was really skillful in her gestures, and my prick slowly filled with blood and hardened in front of my dearest, looking into her eyes as she gazed at my prick, feeling the tenderness of her fingers on the skin, and her hot nostrils as she exhaled on it, her pubic hairs bobbing timidly as she breathed.
My heart was in turmoil, I knew what was about to happen, even though she didn’t recognize me after eighteen years, I knew exactly who she was to me, should I let her go on like this?
While her mind was still at war, she had my glans in her mouth.
The shock I’ve never felt before came from the most sensitive part of my body, and I couldn’t help but tremble all over. The person I have been thinking about and hating for eighteen years is sucking my dick right now, and she, who should have been the most respected and sacrosanct person in my life, is treating me like her guest, taking the dirtiest part of my body in her mouth like a slave and sucking on it as much as she can, trying to use her tongue to please me.
After sucking for a while, she spit out my glans, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the small hole in the center, licking and eating the secretion that flowed out, after eating a little bit of nothing left, she slowly moved down, sucking every sinew and fold, once licked to the scrotum, it will be the entire mouth, sucking and slurping with all her might.
No woman had ever served me like this before, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and feel it. Though I was well aware that she treated every man who came in this way, it was only at this moment that I had the illusion that she was, in the most degrading way possible, genuflecting for the wrong she had done in leaving me behind. Dimly, again, I felt that she was using her lips and tongue to measure and confirm my growth over the past eighteen years!
The more I kissed the lower I went, and without my realizing it, my lower body was slightly lifted and she was licking my anus!
I couldn’t help but let out a yelp. Why? Why did you even do this? You have a husband and a son, you have a warm family, you can be a very happy housewife, but now you are licking men’s anus for money! Why are you willing to be like this?
With blood surging throughout my body, I jerked up, pressed my hands hard against her skull, and rammed my already-unable-to-resist prick into her mouth.
Although she was shocked, she didn’t resist, she knelt in front of me as if she was facing her master, and kept on gulping down the prick that she had nurtured. The force was so strong that it went straight down her throat. Her eyes were red, tears slid down her sides, and saliva kept spilling out of the back of her mouth.
Beg for forgiveness! Apologize! Beg me to spare you! Apologize for what you’ve done to me these past 18 years!
I didn’t say a word, she didn’t beg for mercy, and sure enough, a professional bitch, just choking and retching, just a little bit of double vision, and you still bucked and didn’t beg for mercy, didn’t give the slightest indication that you wanted me to stop.
Seeing her attitude, I became even more enraged and intensified my efforts, and after dozens of wild thrusts with all my strength, I released a large amount of semen that had accumulated an immense amount of resentment in the depths of her throat.
With her head held tightly in my cold hands, she had nowhere to run but to choke on my still very hard prick, her hands constantly slapping my thighs and begging me to quit.
I relaxed my hands and she spat out her prick, a large amount of spit mixed with cum spraying the sheets as she collapsed to the side gasping for breath.
“I’m so ‘this way’, can you stand it?” I said without emotion.
“Heh …… no …… not too harsh …… if …… I suffered …… got …… heh …… heh …… heh ……” She spat out another huge mouthful of cum .
Seeing her collapsed on the bed, covered with tears, saliva and dirt, in front of me is a small woman who has suffered a lot, so poor, so fragile, my heart was a stirring, I can not restrain myself to go forward and gently embrace her.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” I rubbed her ear and caressed her breasts.
“No …… it doesn’t matter, you’re happy ……” Recovering, she threw back her previous winks and reached out to grip my prick.
We embraced each other like this, suddenly felt very warm, as if I was in the early fall under the slightly cool weather embraced in her sweater, I remembered those days before the age of six, I buried my head in her breasts pampered scene, the picture in front of me as if with a little yellow, my heart warmed up, against the head to kiss the two points of redness in front of her chest.
I sucked harder, having visions of her milk being sucked out and swallowed by me, and one of Eri’s hands moved down between them, spreading the two fleshy lips and teasing the abnormally protruding little bean.
I don’t know if it was a real reaction or her professional attitude, but she made just the right amount of squirming and moaning in response to my behavior, and without realizing it, naturally and skillfully put on a condom for me, slowly laying down on the bed with her legs M’s apart, and using her hands to lead me inside of her.
Finally joined with her body, but surprisingly did not bring the expected impact beyond imagination, her inside is very wide, empty and boundless, I seem to be like a cow into the sea, the force can not be.
Feeling such a flaccid vagina, my heart was in my mouth. How many men have you let insult you over the years? How many men have you let insult you over the years?
And have you ever thought of the day when you’d be pressed up against me by the pro-life one, spanking and slurring you so hard? And you’ll be disgusted with your looseness?
My nose was sore at the thought, and I knew that both eyes had begun to turn red, while she, oblivious to what turned out to be being trampled and mistreated by her nearest and dearest at the moment, was still doing her best to wriggle her hips to meet it, and her hands were stroking my hair as if they were full of love.
“I actually have a son about your age, I wonder how he is doing? What’s he doing at the moment?” She said suddenly as if nothing had happened.
What’s he doing now? He’s fucking you right now! You were found by your son to be a whore, and now he’s treating you like an old whore with 200 dollars to get back at you for abandoning him!
Unable to suppress the grief and excitement within me any longer, I roughly rolled her over onto her back and laid her down like a bitch, taking advantage of the fact that she didn’t realize it, removed the condom, and inserted it directly into the cunt that gave birth to me.
Direct unobstructed contact, the feeling is completely different, the top to the end of the inner, a mass of soft feeling I forced open, and then contained me, I know clearly, that is the womb that gave birth to me out, and it is sucking my glans, the two close relationship between the reproductive organs of the two into one embraced and intertwined.
I was ramming and slamming into her frantically, at the same time crouching down and rubbing and gripping those bobbing tits, my fingers pinching the nipples, my mouth sucking and chewing on her back in ecstasy.
Unable to withstand such ravages, in no time she was already hissing from the torment of the thrusts, constantly shaking her head and trying to push me away with her hands back. I didn’t pay attention, my left hand jerked up her hair, and my right hand slapped her round buttocks, giving her insults to her heart’s content.
The sounds of pounding and slapping came and went, and her whole body stiffened, her eyes turned white, and she raised her face and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t make a sound.
From the mirror of the nearby dressing table, her distorted face in tears came into view, and the excitement inside me was beyond words as I copied her arms from the back, stretched my back and drew my bow, and used the last of my strength to madly sprint at the abuse.
I forgot to abuse her to my heart’s content, and between the frenzy, my vision gradually became blurred, thrusting and thrusting, I saw the situation back then when she exposed half of her breasts to nurse for me, the situation when she told me fairy tales to lull me to sleep, the situation when she was in bed with another man, and the situation when she pushed me away from the wildly crying me and then left the door of the house.
Blackness in front of my eyes, surrounded by silence, I once again feel the warmth of wrapping her feet in the autumn cool embracing her sweater, semen such as the lack of levees as never before a violent jet, will give birth to me out of the womb completely attacked and occupied.
Finished, showered, dressed, paid the bill, and I even ‘missed’ scattering the bills all over the floor, and she didn’t care, crouching down in front of me, picking them back up one by one.
This is for you to buy something to eat.
She said this to me as she walked me out the door, “Old Tiny you’re amazing! It’s been a long time since I’ve been made like this by a customer. Come back more often when you have time, and I’ll give you half price.”
“Well ……”
“Refer your friends! I’ll give them a discount!”
“Good ……”
Not long after stepping out of the flat, a lewd old man brushed past her, and when I looked back, he was accosting her, and I knew that he would follow and pin my dearest to the bed, raping her and humiliating her.
Leaving the tenement, I was again in the hot sun, looking up at the fierce sunlight, my body has a kind of empty feeling, something lost, something dead, although at the moment I do not feel happy, however, at the moment I know clearly, for many years to her that a persistence and resentment, has come to an end.
At this moment, I am looking at my wife in a state of ecstasy, mesmerized by her charm and delicacy at this moment. She did not know that I was staring at her, self-conscious naked lower body, standing in front of the large mirror on the dressing table in the repair of pubic hair, release the heart dress up, all for tonight’s work and prepare.
I spent the entire time admiring my wife’s undivided attention to the beauty of her clientele, spending nearly an hour grooming her hair, skin and toenails, putting on a sexy dress that showed off her breasts, applying heavy makeup and a glamorous wavy hairstyle, and then casually telling me a lie about having a date with some female friend or other, and then strutting out the door.
I was left to spend the evening alone, in the midst of soreness and pleasure.
This evening, somehow full of memories, I so want to tell you the story of my wife and I, starting six months ago.
Due to my work, I often have to deal with people from the black and white side of the street, and because of this, I met Lung half a year ago.
Among the people I know in this field, Ah Lung can be regarded as the one with the most humble status. He makes a living by taking advantage of women’s soft rice, that is, what is commonly known as ‘Auntie Boy’ in Hong Kong. But in fact, he is indeed a sweet-talking, long-sleeved, good-looking guy with good credentials in this business.
I was introduced to him by a friend at a dinner party. He had a few too many drinks that night, and he was talking at great length, telling the people there how he hooked up with women and made them follow him to the death, how he cheated them out of their savings, and finally how he made them willingly sell their bodies for him, and use their flesh and blood money to support him.
I remember that everyone scoffed at Aaron’s unashamed boasting that night, and I was the only one who listened with blood boiling and eyebrows raised.
Two days after that dinner party, I went to Lung with a thick skin, told him red-faced about my unknown special fetishes and desires, and then asked him to help me with something.
He was shocked and thought he was hearing things, but when I assured him that it was true, that I was really sincere in inviting him to help, and when he heard about the impressive fee, he agreed to the outrageous collaboration.
Two days later, I introduced Aaron to my wife at a “meet Ran″ party, but of course, I didn’t tell her what line of work Aaron was in.
On that day, Aaron wore the high class suit I bought him and looked like a top class young talent. He entertained my wife as her husband’s friend throughout the entire party, joking and chatting with her throughout.
My wife is 28 years old, a university graduate, and works as an administrator in a well-known foreign bank. Her beauty on the outside perfectly matches her inner qualifications. But that night, she and Ah Lung, a high school graduate, the ‘old man’ together, but surprisingly compatible, the two are like a talented man and a beautiful woman talking and laughing, and I have been pretending to talk business with others and stood far away from watching, in fact, the cultural gap between such a large number of a man and a woman can talk about what topics, I can not hear, and also can not figure out.
They talked and laughed, during which Aaron took off his suit jacket for his wife to wear, and also intentionally or unintentionally, but appropriately, gently on her shoulders and waist, and even from time to time in his wife’s ear, making her laugh. During the dinner, I even excused myself from the guests and asked Lung to take care of my wife so that they could sit together. When the dinner was over, I asked Lung to take my wife home for the same reason.
After the party broke up I had a couple of drinks alone at the bar to pass the time, and when I got home two hours later, my wife was still awake and reading in bed.
I borrowed the opinion that she and Ah Lung seemed to be very much in tune with each other tonight and asked what they were talking about. My wife was very honest and told me the truth about their conversation tonight. She told me that Aaron had been teasing her all night and wanted to ask her to go to a hotel when the dinner was over.
“How did it turn out?” I pretended to be nervous.
“Are you crazy? Of course nothing happened!” She said complacently and haughtily.
I wasn’t disappointed, everything was as I expected, if my wife was such a watery woman, I wouldn’t have to spend so much effort. Moreover, I found that my wife seemed to be quite appreciative of Ah Lung in her speech, and her mouth was sweet when she said how she was harassed by him. In fact, it was obvious that a woman who was constantly being teased by a man would have fled without eating if she wasn’t interested in him at all, and she would still let him send her home.
In the following two weeks, my wife told me that Aaron kept calling her and wanted to go out with her. I told her that it would be strange if my wife was so beautiful that no one would pursue her, and that I had great confidence in her, and that she did not need to ask me for permission to go on a normal social date.
One night two more weeks ago, Aaron called to tell me that his wife had gone out with him last night, and that she had half-heartedly let him kiss her on the way out.
Listening to Aaron and looking at my wife who was sitting beside me applying skin lotion as if nothing had happened, my heart skipped a beat and I was so excited that even my cock got hard.
Of course this excitement was only just beginning, a week later, Ah Lung reported that he and my wife spent the whole night caressing her breasts and wet kissing by the East Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront, a few days later in a movie theater my wife even had her bra taken off by him, and then a week later on a night, Ah Lung called me and told me that he was in the Clock Hotel in Kowloon Tong at the moment, and that he just played with my wife twice, and that she was now in the bathroom taking a shower and humming a song.
At that moment, my whole body was like a fire, my wildly beating heart came with a gust of churning pain, the wife that I had been pursuing for most of the year before I succeeded, the wife that I had been dating for a year before she was willing to go to bed with me, got laid in less than a month! I was in a panic, my feverishly elevated cock throbbing one by one within my wrist.
When Aaron said, “Your wife is really crispy beyond words, the second time or she took the initiative to pester for it ……,” before I finished, my semen had already spilled all over the place!
Since then, Aaron and my wife have been going out two to three times a week, and each time he gives me an after-action report. The time after my wife went out, I was alone at home tossing and turning in my thoughts, and when I got a call from Aaron telling me how he had just played my wife this way and that, I was shooting off my mouth in a frenzy, sometimes once, sometimes twice, and the best night was three times.
And during this period, his wife also appeared obvious changes: the whole person like a spring breeze, attitude provocative, often a person smiled foolishly, dress more and more sexy, halter low-cut waistless ultra-short skirt into her favorite, and in fact her physical changes, breasts full, nipples are often up, and even the bra can not cover the convex out, walking buttocks twisted ah twisted, but also give a person step by step a feeling of jumping.
Also, I don’t know if it’s psychological or something else, but my wife is surprisingly getting nicer to me!
Aaron and his wife had been dating for two months, and began to borrow money from her on the old-fashioned excuse of ‘business problems’, which is obvious to everyone. It just doesn’t matter what excuse is used for a woman whose heart and body are already fully oriented towards that man, and who doesn’t have the wisdom to tell the difference. And I know that my wife slowly all the savings into the hands of a ‘auntie boy’, the body of the money by the man cheated all the time, the psychological and found another wonderful feeling, sometimes lost and sometimes soul, that kind of pleasure can not be properly expressed in words.
Monthly salary is used to provide for the man, all the family is gone, and do not dare to borrow from me, the time has come, Aaron routinely acted out the clichéd “by the ‘loan sharks’ (gangsters put the number) to chase the decapitation of ″ a scene, the wife finally gave in to, and her body for the Aaron to pay back the money!
“What do you want me to do? With your wife’s goods, she’s more than good enough to be a nightclub desk jockey.” Aaron said to me.
“No good, the nightclub will instead meet my acquaintances or business friends, so let her be the ‘Toody Girl’ of Portland Street in Mongkok, charging four hundred dollars a time!” I said excitedly.
The first night my wife took over, she was picked up by Aaron at around seven o’clock, I was alone at home, looking at the four walls, I was restless, my whole body was like a fever, even more powerful than the first night she went out, I couldn’t even wash my face, I had to take a cold shower all the time, letting the cold water hit my extremely shameful and frustrated body, in order to calm down my thoughts a little bit.
That night, my wife came home at 3:00 a.m., I saw Aaron on the terrace to send her back, the edge of the road, my wife has been lowered, Aaron in the side to comfort her, to the downstairs, Aaron embraced her in a deep long kiss, and then said something in her ear, and finally she broke down in tears into a smile. Seeing that my wife’s heart is not hurt too much, I just let go of my heart.
“Your wife took on four clients tonight, one of them was a middle-aged man in a suit, the other three were lewd old men, one looked like he was in his sixties, one was over two hundred pounds and had a belly button the size of a wok, and your wife said she was almost flattened by him.” Aaron said to me.
I fantasized about my wife bathing my suitemate, then about my wife containing a rotten bird for a sixty year old man, then about my wife being pinned down by a two hundred pound fat man, and my pants were already wet before I even shot my load.
I doubt that every woman has a tendency to become a prostitute, my wife as a lowly Portland Street, Toda girl, depressed for less than a month, and soon it has been as if nothing had happened. Daytime as usual is a monthly income of 30,000 full of confidence in the senior Central office workers, home is still my happy love pampered beautiful wife, and every one or three or five nights, it becomes for the sake of the lover is willing to do all the happy prostitutes, do a charge of four hundred dollars. The most powerful one tried to take ten customers a night, there are young people, old people, foreigners, even black people, listening to Aaron said that his wife also took an Indian, that night I really seemed to smell that unique odor on her body, listening to Aaron’s strange and bizarre reports of the customers, I was like a morphine like floating in the air.
“Your wife is getting more and more professional, she was already willing to lick the customers’ asses and toes earlier, and she even gave me all the tips they gave her.” Aaron said to me.
“Did you teach her that?”
“No, it was a customer who asked and taught her, I just tried it last night, the whole tongue went inside and licked it, even I almost couldn’t stand it!”
I listened to the itchy asshole, anyone who has four hundred dollars can enjoy, when the husband I rather not have the blessing.
“Last night she also said that she was made to orgasm by the guest, she was drooling a lot of water, and she was so wild that she actively asked the guest to cum inside, so it seems that your wife is already enjoying being a whore.”
“……”
“You got your wish, congratulations!”
“Thanks!”
I love that feeling.
That feeling of falling like a kite, and the vision of falling at any moment.
I had that feeling every time my lower body was pushed and bumped one by one, and I stared blankly at the ceiling, or the dim and blinding light bulbs.
Constantly going up and down and up and down, I looked at the lights that were constantly bobbing up and down and imitating them, not like on the ground, like they were floating in the wind.
Release, freedom, and panache.
Getting up when I was done, I descended from the sky back to the ground, a little sore, a little banged up, which of course, is what kite landings are all about.
Collect the money and I’m content.
He left, a satisfied smile on his lips, and I was equally satisfied.
After sixteen years of being a human being, there are not many things I can do to make others happy, and if it makes me likeable and impressive, I’m willing to do it.
Life may have its own master, I remember when I was very young, every day also beat me scolded my mother often scolded me like this: “stinky girl! You’re so ungrateful! It’s useless if you don’t grow up to be a “chicken”!”
I hated her then, but now I think she’s awesome instead.
Turns out my mom had precognitive powers and knew what this daughter would grow up to be when I was still only a few years old.
In retrospect, I probably resented her angrily at the time because, of all the things she blamed me for, all of them were correct.
So, I’m very accepting of the fate that God has given me.
I’m a whore. What’s the problem?
And the first one to whore me out was Dad.
“Stinky girl! Warning you must not talk to others! Here, take this money …… You know, daddy loves you ……”
Hated the ugly way he looked when he put his clothes back on behind my back and ate his fill far and wide, and his mouth, it stank.
But he’s also a little better than his brother, at least he pays me afterward, unlike his brother who likes to use violence and the kite almost falls to pieces every time.
To this day, the one who treats me most gently is still Kit.
The first time I saw him is in the village across the basketball court, I squatted there alone, pocket a money is not, a day without food, very hungry, that year I twelve, just been expelled from school, my mother said that no school will have to fend for themselves.
“Hey! Are you okay?” A teenager a few years older than me nudged me.
“Very hungry ……”
“Come on! I’ll feed you!” Said pulling me away.
Probably a little groggy from being so hungry, I stumbled and ran with him, feeling his back firm.
His request for me to ‘come out and get it’ came two weeks later, when I was lying naked on his chest, smoking a cigarette.
“If you think that feels like a kite, then just be a kite that flies happily every day.” He looks handsome when he exhales a smoke ring.
Well, let’s be a kite then, no matter how much it hurts to fall when landing, as long as I’m happy flying, I’m satisfied.
Then I followed Kit everywhere, Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok, Sham Shui Po, 500 at a time, underage, charges can be higher.
Sometimes Ajay’s ‘brother’ comes to me behind his back and doesn’t pay, the only thing to do is to go against the grain.
What’s wrong with flying a kite without conditions?
These were the days when the kites came and went, and every time my lower body was pushed and bumped one by one, I stared blankly at the ceiling, or the dim and blinding light bulbs, paying no attention to who it was that was pressing down on me, even though I’d met anyone, of any age, of any race.
It’s just that, two years ago, I met Kar-ming.
He was honest, not as gentle as Kit, but treated me well.
“Why do you want me every time? Don’t you get tired of it?” I said this once when I was dressing him. I never dressed a guest, he was the first, and sometimes took the opportunity to crouch on his back, which was secure.
“Well …… I don’t know, I just feel …… good with you… …” he awkwardly propped up his glasses.
“What kind of feeling?”
“…… No laughing at me yo!”
“No.”
“The feeling of …… shooting …… drag…”
I ended up smiling, a contented smile, in addition to gratitude, and then gave him a kiss on the back.
Ajay knew he loved me and told me to borrow 30,000 dollars from him, which he did without asking why.
After stumbling around like that for two years, earlier, he asked me to marry him.
“Are you stupid? Why are you proposing to me?”
“…… Because …… you just turned sixteen on your birthday…” he awkwardly propped up his glasses again.
“I’m asking you, why would you marry someone like me?”
“…… Is there a second reason? When you like someone, you naturally want to live with her ……”
I lunged at him, kissing with all my might, and he meant for me to accept him with a delighted smile, opening his mouth to meet my tongue, and we teased and sucked on each other, exchanging saliva.
I soothed his hair and he gently cupped my breasts and kneaded them. He had only loosened the front of his pants and hadn’t taken off all of them, not even a condom, so I couldn’t wait to sit on them, and the hard, hot pole of flesh went straight to my heart, splashing all over the place.
Swaying up and down, I flew off the ground, high this time, never higher. He held me like a family treasure, kissing me compassionately, mouth, earlobe, pink neck, tip of breast.
His eyes stay fixed on my face, like he’s afraid I’ll run away in a flash, full of blissful tenderness, and tingling from his look, I tenderly push him away, lowering my head to give him oral service and to calm myself slightly.
The little tongue swirled round and round the fleshy crown of the glans, then circled around the shallow groove and licked it, and finally sucked on the whole thing. His eyes got misty too, gazing coyly at me, and I jumped my skin and sucked harder, and he gasped out like a sob.
His kite flew.
He pushed me away, reversed his position and pinned me down, copied both my legs to his shoulders, and with a jerk of his waist, his glans rammed and ravaged with impunity.
My body was hit and shook strongly up and down, I looked at the ceiling that also imitated strongly up and down, and in front of me was blocked by a black shadow, it was Ka Ming, he looked at me with affection, sometimes a deep kiss, sometimes ear to ear.
The kite was free to run in the wind, and surprisingly, I was like a long-expired woman, desperately hungry and in a state of infinite frenzy, heading for the peak of my orgasm.
The hot sperm sprayed wildly, and I sucked greedily at it in unending satisfaction.
At last the wind ceased, and the kite swung back to the ground, and Ka-ming was dazed for a long time, and at last fell into a very earnest sleep.
And I, seeing him asleep, took the opportunity to flee from his arms, from his tenderness, his kindness, and to go away alone and quietly.
After that, I didn’t see Ka Ming again.
Today, I still drift and float and still love that feeling.
That feeling of falling like a kite, and the heartache of falling at any moment.
I had that feeling every time my lower body was pushed and bumped one by one, and I stared blankly at the ceiling, or the dim and blinding light bulbs.
Constantly going up and down and up and down, I looked at the lights that were constantly bobbing up and down and imitating them, not like on the ground, like they were floating in the wind.
Release, freedom, and panache.