I want to go back to the past! I have a stable job, a not-so-small house, a small car that I like, and a girlfriend with whom I am in love with each other, life is plain and happy, and I have always thought that this is exactly what I want everything.
Also enjoying every day and every second of life until that phone rang on 12/16/06.
The 16th was a weekend, and the phone call was from my classmate, Sr. L, informing me of the time and place of my high school reunion that night.
4 p.m. Changed clothes, polished shoes, then made it to the meeting on time.
The event was well organized, and I met many high school classmates I hadn’t seen in nearly 20 years.
I also met my former classmate and best friend, G. After graduation, he left the country for the U.S. and I haven’t been in touch.
The excitement and thrill of the meeting was palpable, and the two of us spent the entire evening drinking and emoting together.
Even then it’s still not fun.
He briefly returned home to stay in a hotel, and on the off chance that my girlfriend was away for two months on business, I invited him to come home with me after the event.
When we arrived home, we talked over drinks and before we knew it, it was 2:00 a.m. He was still in good spirits and said he wanted to go online.
I turned it on for him, let him surf the web, and went to take a shower myself.
Wash up and come out to the den.
When he saw me come in, he gave me an evil look, and his eyes revealed a rare excitement and thrill, muttering I can’t imagine that there is one in the country.
I thought it was funny to ask him if he had won the lottery.
He grinned and said it was better than winning the lottery.
After he’d been busy for a while, he pulled me over and said mysteriously that he’d tell you a secret and you had to promise not to let anyone else know, which I casually coped with.
He then opened up to me.
In Australia, there is a mysterious organization called “Akesabuncha”, the name of which is a transliteration of a mysterious African tribal language, meaning sexual equality.
This organization promotes equal sexual rights for all people regardless of their age, appearance, status, occupation, or social position, and makes the resources of beauty more accessible to a wider range of people.
As it is an underground organization, it is difficult for the general public to join without guidance.
G joined the organization in the US and regularly attends their events.
He was excited just now because he had just learned that the organization also had branches in the country and also held regular events, and also actually knew the way to participate in the domestic branches, and he was thinking of participating in the organization’s activities.
He strongly urged me to participate, which I flatly refused because I felt that it must not be the life I wanted.
He looked a little embarrassed.
The next morning, G was informed that he had to fly to Japan on business and left my house.
It seemed that everything was as peaceful and ordinary as ever again.
Yet the mysterious organization that G introduced me to was always there, lingering in front of my eyes.
On the evening of the 19th another late night, I finally pressed on and decided to find out what was going on in the way that G had told me.
As G said, I opened the search and clicked in.
A cursory glance was a bit disappointing, it’s really an ordinary site with no hint of a mysterious aura.
Whatever, I just signed up, left my e-mail address like G said, and left the words “I want equality” in my profile.
Registration was quick, like a few seconds.
Went back to the home page and found the scrolling info bar that G was talking about.
He said that in order to become a member you must also post information on this section and have it displayed, and since this section only displays the first five pieces of information per day, be sure to pick a posting date.
I counted only 3 messages that day, so as G said, I posted a message that day that started with the words “My Message”, and when I refreshed it, my message was already scrolling.
The first step was completed, and while the process was simple and short, I felt an indescribable sense of excitement and thrill.
For the next two days, I refreshed my e-mail every five minutes, as anxious as a high school senior waiting for the results to be announced.
Finally at 3pm on the 22nd, I received the email I asked for, and G was right, the email was only 12 digits long, the first eight digits were the date 20070102, and the last four digits were the time 1300.
I was much more relaxed and confident, feeling one step closer to this mysterious organization.
As G said, I went back to that site and followed the scrolling information, expecting the green font.
With the success of my first step, I was much calmer this time around, with almost none of the nerves and jitters I felt the first time I registered.
I simply set it as my homepage for ease of viewing, and I waited and waited patiently.
After lunch on 12/30/06, when I opened the page, I was surprised to find an additional message in green font in the scrolling information, very short: “Mr. Li of 1×× East Qiaozhuang Road, Tongzhou District, wishes his brother a happy holiday.”
I quickly jotted down the address, and according to G, this secret organization would be holding an event on January 2, at No. xxx, East Qiaozhuang Road, Tongzhou District.
I was getting excited about going through bizarre experiences that an ordinary person couldn’t have, although I realized later that this was nothing compared to those now.
At the same time, I went into a deep agony and conflict, should I go, would it be dangerous? With only 2 days to think about it, I affirmed and denied countless times, and flipped a coin countless times, and was still undecided by the morning of the 2nd.
It wasn’t until I suddenly found myself subconsciously freshening up and filling up the car with gas that I knew I had to go.
People are really strange creatures sometimes! After lunch it was a smooth ride straight to the address that I had mumbled in my mind hundreds of times.
××The x x number wasn’t very easy to find, but found it anyway.
Looking away from the iron gates of the xxx number, I got timid and nervous again, and my heart began to race.
I wonder what is behind this iron gate? I fantasized about a million horrible possibilities.
Curiosity is a powerful force that can overcome anything.
I stepped out of the car and walked toward the iron gate.
What was to greet me? I was apprehensive.
I knocked on the door and someone answered and asked who it was and what for. I said for a party.
Inside, while saying that there was no party here, he opened the door for me, and then closed it vigilantly.
The man who opened the door was a tall, thin, relatively handsome man in his 30s.
He looked at me for a good 3 seconds, I was still nervous and didn’t say anything.
Then I was led to a small room where only a young woman was ambling about looking at something and looked up when she heard the commotion.
It was as if my blood temporarily froze, I had never seen a girl so beautiful, I stared at her for a good 5 seconds before I came back to my senses and stopped being nervous.
She seemed to have gotten used to this kind of gaze from men a long time ago and didn’t react in any way, just said You’re at a party? I hmmmed.
“So what’s your registered name, and what’s your publishing information?”
I answered, “How do you know about this organization?”
And I answered truthfully.
Then I was asked some questions about my family, occupation, age, etc., and I answered them all.
She seemed quite satisfied and finally said you come with me.
She had a great body and I followed her all the way, staring intently at her sexy ass not without rambling.
We came into another room, a bathroom.
She saw my doubts and said that you have to take a bath before attending the party activities, one is for hygiene, the other is to avoid carrying communication cameras and other entrances, you start to wash it, and while you do so, listen to me announcing some of the organization’s disciplines.
I really didn’t want to take a shower in front of a strange woman, she sensed my embarrassment but just smiled and said it’s discipline and you can still quit now.
I gritted my teeth, took off my clothes and started washing.
She also began to announce the discipline of the organization.
She started by talking about the purpose of the organization, the branches, etc., all of which G had told me about.
She also said that members are divided into senior and junior members, and that senior members are strong supporters of the purpose of sexual equality and are volunteers for the organization’s activities, and are required to serve the junior members, while she told me that all the women at the party I attended tonight were senior members and well-paid volunteers of the organization.
Finally, she reminded me that everyone must wear a mask when attending the party, that I could not exchange personal information with each other when moving around in the hall, but only when moving around in a single room; that my clothes would be guarded for safety reasons, and I would have to wear a different set of clothes to enter the venue; and that I would have to pay $370 to the organization after the party to finance the event.
I agreed.
After the shower and her speech, I was just about to put on the clothes she had prepared for me when she walked up to me.
Bending down and grabbing my lower back in one hand, I was both embarrassed but couldn’t help but stand erect.
She turned it over in her hands, looked at it, smelled it, stood up straight and smiled and said it was a routine program.
I didn’t reply, I just felt unfulfilled.
When I was dressed and had my mask on, she said it was about time to take you to the party spot, where junior members must put their eyes over their heads and headphones on.
I didn’t say anything, just took her blindfold and headphones and put them on.
She then helped me walk through several yards and finally put me in a car and sat down.
It felt like there were several people sitting in front of and behind me as well, and no one said a word, waiting in silence.
After a short wait, the bus started, sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, took many turns, and after about 20 minutes of this, we finally arrived.
The car door was opened, and again, one by one, we were assisted to get out of the car and seemingly into another room.
I was puzzled when I suddenly felt someone helping me remove the blindfold and headphones.
I removed the blindfold and headphones myself, it stung a little, when my vision returned I looked around the room, there were 4 people in the room, 3 men and 1 woman, all wearing masks like me, the girl was fair skinned and wearing very little, a pair of large breasts calling out to me.
I couldn’t help but masturbate, wishing I could have sex with her.
As she was rambling on, the girl came over and pointed to a door in the room and said let’s all go in.
Everyone fishtailed into the room and I followed right behind the girl, breathing in her fragrant body odor and bumping into her from time to time.
As soon as I entered the room I was stunned, what a sight of a sea of people! That’s when I realized what blood is.
The square room was about 30 square meters, haphazardly furnished with 3 beds and 2 sofas and a couple of tables, which now served as cups and saucers for this carnal feast.
Desire spreads, swells, catharsis, spreads again, swells again, catharsis again.
The low growl that came from the man’s throat from instinct, the woman’s soft, boneless moan, and the rhythmic thumping of flesh rose and fell in the room.
The air was mixed with a peculiar odor of male and female bodily fluids that mesmerized everyone.
It seemed that my whole body was set on fire, my body was hot, my breathing became rapid, and from time to time I felt an electric current from my dantian striking through my entire body.
I couldn’t help myself! That’s when the girl in front of me turned to look at me and said everyone feel free to let go! I caught the encouragement in her eyes.
And without further hesitation, I took her into my arms and carried her to one of the beds like an old hand.
I became one of them.
After a battle, my mind settled down, and only then did I fix my eyes on the men and women in the room.
There were 8 men and 7 women in the room, the men, tall, short, fat, thin, old, young and different, but the 7 girls were all the same tall, fair skinned and dimpled, it was just a pity that they couldn’t see their faces.
Apart from these, the most conspicuous object in the room was a statue-like object, which was an extremely sexy statue of a naked woman on her knees, with her buttocks in the air, her head raised, and her mouth open, especially with that big red mouth.
Looking back at the beautiful woman underneath me, still breathing heavily, only one hand had gone to the bottom of a teenager standing next to me in his early 20’s, and the other to my still wet YJ.
And so the crazy story repeats itself over and over again, I choose different ways with different women, solo, threesomes, 4p, kj, gj to name a few, except for SM which I don’t like that way.
They were young, wild, and capable of almost anything, and I obsessed over their bodies, again and again, until the very end.
Everyone was finally exhausted and the feast could end.
So one girl called on everyone to pick up the condoms on the floor and throw them in the trash.
That’s when I realized that the sexy big mouth of the naked lady statue was actually a garbage can opening.
Out of that room, everyone stopped fooling around, each put on their blindfolds and headphones again, and in batches took the bus again to the room at xxx on East Qiaozhuang Road.
After paying 370 yuan, I walked out of the iron door, the cold wind outside the house, I was also much more awake, raised his wrist to look at the table surprisingly already 9 o’clock at night, rushed to drive home.
When I got home, I ate something haphazard and showered and went to bed.
Lying in bed, it was still hard to contain the excitement as I thought back to the day’s events.
Suddenly a familiar scent seeped into his heart.
I know it’s the smell of the quilt, technically it’s my girlfriend’s body odor.
The original excitement cooled down, and I realized that I had forgotten someone since the beginning, someone I should have remembered the most.
I’m in a deep state of self-loathing.
I began to hate my curiosity, my indulgence, my body, and even my G.
I remembered her smile, anger, eating, sleeping, pampering, and remembered a little bit more about her.
I suddenly wanted to cry, I wanted to confess, I wanted to call her and tell her everything that had happened, but didn’t have the courage to do so, and wanted to forget about it and couldn’t do the same.
And so, in the midst of an agonizing internal struggle I drifted off to sleep.
Thought I’d never have anything to do with that party again.
People are really a strange animal, as long as I sit in front of the computer desk, I will again please can not help but knock into the Baidu, searching for a dull my favorite.
Every time I read it, I fall back into deeper repentance and self-loathing.
I was in agony.
In spite of this, I attended another gathering on January 20, 2007, only this time the program did not need to be so complicated, only the last registration name to leave a message beginning with “my message” can be.
The location of the notification has changed, the reception has changed, and the only thing that has stayed the same is the trash can with the statue of a naked woman and everyone going crazy as they did the previous time.
It’s just that every time I do it with a woman, I always think of my girlfriend, so again I’m left struggling between arousal and guilt.
However, I heard that a similar party was being held at another location, except that the service objects were all female, while the senior members were able-bodied men.
I look forward more and more to my girlfriend coming home, hoping that she will take me back to the past and forget about that website and this devilish experience, but dreading her coming home because I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to look her in the eye, and I don’t know if I’ll remember those masked girls when I touch her again.
She’s coming home in ten days. What do I do?