Trouble after drinking

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(I) Passion After Drinking
My name is Guo Dalu, I'm 27 years old, and I currently work at an internet company. My colleagues like to call me Lu Da, which means "a very big road," similar to the meaning of my real name, so I accepted it. Actually, I think the name Lu Da sounds really nice, so I'm always happy when they call me Lu Da.
But today, I'm not happy, even a little sad and disappointed.
There are many reasons why a person might be unhappy, such as ejaculating before even reaching someone you really want, not being able to get an erection no matter how passionately your dream lover teases you, or stepping in dog poop while eating, etc.!
But none of these apply to me. I'm unhappy because I've broken up with my boyfriend!
There's really nothing to say about breaking up. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, people all over the world experience heartbreak, and I'm just a tiny particle in this world, maybe not even that, but definitely tiny—so tiny that I can't see it with the naked eye on the moon.
There's really nothing to say about breaking up, but I'm going to say it, and the reason I'm saying it is because I'm very unhappy.
What do people do when they're unhappy? I don't know about others, but I need to vent because I'm unhappy.
Happiness and unhappiness are just one word apart, but they represent vastly different states of mind, especially when you're in a place of dazzling lights and deafening music. You'll feel the difference even more acutely.
Actually, there's not much difference anymore, that's right! I'm currently in a bar called "Black Mood"!
The bar isn't big, but it's packed with people. Countless men and women are dancing and swaying to the music in this tiny space. This is the world: civilized by day, but still a paradise for unrestrained men and women at night!
Alcohol is truly a wonderful thing. I only realized this now; the feeling of being completely drained, before, is gone after less than three bottles!
I wasn't like this before, and I'm not like this now either, but today is special.
Actually, I have another name; my colleagues call me Guo Laoshi!
I won't tell you that name, and I don't have time. Because I've spotted a woman!
What's so strange about women? There are billions of people in the world, and women make up at least a third of them. The woman I'm talking about isn't anything special, except that there were at least twenty empty bottles in front of her, her face hidden by her hair! She looked so颓废 and melancholic!
This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman drink so much, the first time I'd realized that women, besides men, can drink just as much!
I don't know what got into me, I just wanted to go over and have a drink with that woman, maybe it was because we were both down on our luck! Tonight we were both lost. I thought having a drink was perfectly normal!
So I went over, no, I staggered over, because there were already at least twenty empty bottles on my table.
And that's when the unexpected happened.
Just as I walked over and patted her, she inexplicably and suddenly slapped me. It didn't hurt much, but I was still stunned for a moment. The alcohol in my stomach and the alcohol in my head seemed to clear up a bit in that instant, and I realized I'd done something wrong.
It turns out a woman can be violent when she's drunk. Of course, I don't usually drink much, but today was a different story!
I turned around, swaying as I tried to leave, but a pair of hands grabbed me. I don't know where the strength came from, but they pulled me down to sit next to her—no, I should say, lean against her.
In a daze, I heard three indistinct words: "Come on, drink!" The voice trembled, a little slurred, but somehow it sounded strangely pleasant.
Even though I was completely drunk, it still sounded good to my ears, probably because my voice sounded the same as hers! I mumbled incoherently,
unable to understand anything.
I don't know how much I drank, or how long I drank. Later, I felt myself being pulled, swaying precariously, into a place where everyone was dancing wildly to the music.
I felt myself being held tightly; it felt like a woman's body, because she was so soft, so soft it seemed boneless!
I felt incredibly comfortable being held like this, so I hugged her back.
If this were a woman, it would be the first time in my life I'd ever hugged a woman other than my mother!
My hands, as if on some command, began to roam over that person's—no, that woman's—body. Soon, I found a very wet little hole, quite wet with fluid.
Her body trembled with my touch!
I'd never felt anything like it before; it felt so good. So I put my fingers inside.
Ouch! A sharp pain on her tongue jolted me back to reality. I realized that our tongues had somehow become intertwined.
The pain of being bitten brought me back to my senses, but I didn't understand why she bit me. Did a woman have to bite a man when they kissed, to make it a real kiss?
I didn't know. After three years with her, we'd only ever held hands. Of course, this was a failure on my part, something I'd try to improve. But back to the point.
After she bit my tongue, I felt I'd been wronged, so I bit her back. Our tongues
became entangled, a frantic, intense entanglement. The unprecedentedly pleasurable sensation grew stronger with each tongue's entanglement, and our bodies became more and more intertwined!
I felt that thing that had been dormant for twenty-seven years suddenly awaken and erupt, pressing uncomfortably against my barely-there underwear. I wanted to take my pants off, but I was afraid of catching a cold! That would mean going to the doctor and taking medication.
Besides, my hands weren't there. One hand was constantly drawn to that opening on her body, repeatedly groping and groping. My
other hand held her tightly. She seemed very sensitive to the cold, stubbornly burrowing into my arms, as if wanting to become one with me!
The last vestige of reason told me I couldn't stay here any longer. I thought we should find somewhere to have a proper "battle" to see who was better at kissing.
As a man, how could I let a weak woman bite me first? I had to find a place to vent my anger.
Thinking of this, I remembered my "doghouse"—though it was called a doghouse, it was still my place! I couldn't call myself that; it wouldn't be a doghouse, it would be a pigsty!
So I practically picked her up, since she was practically hanging on me, and we swayed out the door. I hailed a taxi and, relying on my memory, told her the address of my pigsty.
My place was on the fourth floor; there was definitely no elevator in this kind of place. We had barely swayed into the stairwell when our lips met again, our tongues eagerly intertwining.
I was a little annoyed; how did she know where my lips were in such a dark stairwell? But I couldn't think about that now. We went into my...who-knows-what-my-nest.
Our bodies were entangled, making it impossible for me to move. We ended up falling to the ground, continuing our struggle. Our clothes were long gone, and our two naked bodies were intertwined.
I felt her pressing me down, and feeling a little resentful, I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began passionately kissing every part of her body, from top to bottom: her firm breasts, her smooth belly, until finally, I found some fine pubic hair. I was incredulous; a woman could have pubic hair like mine.
This discovery excited me greatly, so I turned and kissed her. The taste was strangely salty, but it felt good.
I kissed her vigorously, and her body trembled more and more with each kiss, her lips emitting soft moans.
"Eek! Ahh!" I couldn't tell what she was saying.
Suddenly, I felt a heat in my groin; something was biting me, not a hard bite, but a gentle, in-and-out motion. It felt so uncomfortable!
I felt that even if I multiplied the previous pleasures by ten, it wouldn't feel this good. After being stroked a few times, I felt my lower body, especially my penis, tremble inexplicably, as if something was spurting out.
And the little hole in the woman's lower body also spurted out with the ejaculation of my penis. A lot of something I didn't know flowed out, sticky and smeared all over my face!
Finally, I collapsed onto her body and fell into a deep sleep!
(II) The Trouble After Passion
It turns out that alcohol really is a good thing. After a night, all the feelings were gone! The pain and disappointment from before were all gone! Why didn't I realize this before!
The two naked people were still intertwined together.
It was the first time I had seen a woman's body so closely, her back against my chest.
Putting aside her face (mainly because I hadn't seen her face yet), her figure was indeed alluring!
I was still thinking, whose girl is this? How did she end up here? And not only here, but she's completely naked. What does this mean? I'm an honest person! You can't bully honest people like that.
As I turned around, my mind suddenly cleared. Damn it, this is my house! Did I bring this woman home?
The scene before me startled me!
The worst part was that the stick below, which hadn't reacted before, suddenly swelled up menacingly the instant my thoughts returned, and shamelessly pressed right against the woman's buttocks.
I realized I was wrong. My face burned like fire at the sight before my eyes! Give me some kindling and it would probably be on fire!
Ignoring my still-throbbing head and the still-fiery stick, I quickly moved away from the woman.
What should I do? What if Xiaohui (my girlfriend, the one I broke up with yesterday) saw this?! Just as this thought crossed my mind, a bitter smile appeared on my face. I had completely forgotten that we had broken up.
What should I do? Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, a scream louder than a pig being slaughtered came from the room, followed by a heart-wrenching cry!
The moment I heard that scream, my brain dutifully sent me the word "It's over."
My heart pounded with fear. What should I do? I walked out of the bathroom like a lost soul.
When the woman saw me, she screamed again, and I froze.
How can I describe the face I saw? My thoughts went blank the moment I saw it.
The woman before me had long, flowing hair, eyes that resembled those of a certain actress who rose to fame as a princess. Her nose was small but pertly upturned, and her lips were even more striking—one thin, one thick—making you want to take a bite. And her figure was... well, let's just say it was stunning. After thinking for a while, I came to this conclusion: she was more alluring standing than lying down, especially when she wasn't wearing clothes.
I was still thinking, but the beautiful woman in front of me didn't give me a chance. Before I could even react, the pain in my face told me I'd been hit hard, and quite badly at that.
I didn't know what I could do; my mind was a complete mess, and I couldn't remember what I'd done to her. The only thing I knew was that when she was next to me, I'd accidentally touched her buttocks lightly with my penis. But I didn't mean to.
However, judging from her hatred towards me, I knew I'd done something very wrong.
A flurry of attacks suddenly reminded me that I was still naked. When I looked at the woman, my penis, uncooperatively, became erect again! It turned out she was naked too.
In other words, the two of us, naked, stared at each other, temporarily forgetting everything.
She stared at my penis, her eyes unmoving. I didn't dare look at her; I felt it was unfair. But her eyes told me I was in trouble.
I wanted to run, but I didn't know where to run. Her gaze was fixed on me, and her clear, bright eyes told me that my manhood was doomed.
If my mom knew this, she'd probably beat me to death, after all, I'm the only son in the Guo family for nine generations.
Knowing I couldn't escape, I put on a particularly noble and generous act and said, "Come on! Losing him is like losing a scar, it doesn't matter!"
Unexpectedly, after I said that, the woman cried. I may not fear heaven or earth, but I was truly afraid of this woman's crying.
I remember when I was with Xiaohui, if I didn't agree to her doing something she wanted, she would definitely cry, so I developed this habit.
Back to the topic.
I really didn't know what to do! Looking at her snow-white skin, I felt a certain urge. I thought I should make her put her clothes back on first, so as not to be accused of desecrating her.
Thinking of this, I said, "Um, sister, put your clothes on first, then we can talk about what to do, okay?"
Hearing this, her face flushed red again, but she looked incredibly beautiful. I felt a bit like I was seeing an angel, though I'd never actually seen a beautiful angel.
"You pervert!" she cursed.
"Yeah!" I nodded in response.
"You beast!"
"Yeah!"
"You animal!"
"Yeah!" "
You're not human!"
"Yeah!"
At this point, she burst into tears again, and I was terrified.
I watched her cry as she dressed, not saying a word. My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. My eyes, however, were fixed on the woman getting dressed. I didn't want to look, to avoid being labeled an animal. But some impulse drove my eyes; she was just too alluring! I had to admit it.
While I was still stunned, she pushed me away and stumbled away!
I was left standing there, stunned, a voice in my head asking, "Is that all?"
The thought was barely out of my head when another voice immediately cursed, "You're a beast!"
(III) It's her again.
Some people say forgetting someone is harder than liking someone!
That's absolutely true. Especially after you've been together for three years or more, making vows of eternal love, whispering sweet nothings under the moon, and endlessly nagging each other, you'll understand!
Actually, I didn't want to come to this bar called "Black Mood" again! But I don't know why, I came again. I just wanted to use the power of alcohol to drive away the gloom and melancholy after the breakup from my heart. As for the location, it really didn't matter, but I ended up here.
It seems like it was destined!
I scanned the whole place and was relieved that she wasn't there. I wondered why I mentioned her. Did I come here just to run into her?
I quickly dismissed that thought. A voice quietly told me that I was heartbroken and came here to drown my sorrows. As for the girl from last night, she was just an accident.
Yes, just an accident, I murmured.
I don't know how long I've been drinking, but I see more and more bottles of alcohol piled up in front of me. I'm a little surprised that my small stomach can hold so much alcohol. Am I the legendary drinking saint?
I slapped myself, muttering, "Serves you right for thinking nonsense!"
I sobered up a bit. The music was deafening, and countless people were wildly swaying in that tiny dance floor, making my eyes water!
They say when your vision is blurry, you see things or people you don't want to see!
And sure enough, I saw it. It was the same table as yesterday, the same woman, and so many empty bottles in front of me. I thought I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes hard until tears streamed down my face. Even then, it was the first time I'd ever seen it.
One voice told me I should go over, while another desperately tried to stop me.
I got angry; I couldn't control my body. So I stood up, staggered over, and shoved her. And then,
the unexpected happened again!
Same person, same place, same environment, same mood—only the time was different.
After I patted her shoulder, I was slapped across the face!
The same unexpected thing!
My dignity didn't grow stronger because of that slap. Clutching my face, which didn't hurt much, I was becoming more aware, though my head was still spinning, but much better.
"Y-hello!" Foolishly, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, and after uttering this silly phrase, I collapsed to the ground. Struggling to my feet, I sat down beside her and said the same thing again, "Come on, drink!"
My once pretty face was now contorted with pain from the alcohol. I don't know what came over me, but for a moment, I felt a pang of sympathy for this woman who had nothing to do with me.
I'm not a Casanova, yet I've been deeply hurt because I loved too much.
The scene of Xiaohui and my breakup flashed through my mind again.
It was a beautiful, auspicious day, but both of us wore long faces, one looking pained. The other's face was also long, but if you looked closely, you could see a faint, unnatural flush from excessive excitement. The one with the long face was me. The one in pain was me!
But then I heard the woman softly say, "Dalu, let's break up!"
I felt it was so unfair, and because of that unfairness, I asked a really stupid question, "Why? Don't I love you enough?"
She replied, "No, no."
"Then why?"
"You're great, even too great, but I don't think we're right for each other. I don't want to hold you back, after all, you're already twenty-seven! Let's break up. You'll find someone better than me, no, a hundred times better!" Her words were devoid of any emotion.
I felt as if my heart had been ripped open by her obvious dissatisfaction.
Twenty-seven? So what? I just don't understand, when we were together, why didn't you mind my age? Why do all women say the same thing when breaking up: "You're too great, I don't think we're right for each other."
Pure nonsense. My mind was in chaos, and I didn't know what to say. My whole body trembled with excessive emotion.
People often say that when you're extremely angry, you stop being angry. So I laughed. Actually, I wanted to cry, but my extreme disappointment prevented me from crying at all! I know it's all my pride acting up.
I wanted to tell her, "Your excuse is so lame," but looking at her familiar face, I just couldn't bring myself to say it. I hate my own cowardice! I couldn't kneel down and hug her legs, tears streaming down my face, snot running down my chin, crying and begging her not to leave me.
I should have done that, otherwise he wouldn't have left so hastily after saying goodbye, leaving me, a fool, counting my tears drop by drop.
Back to the topic!
That woman's slap temporarily cleared my dizzy head. I decided to stop drinking. I knew that if I drank any more, last night's drama would repeat itself!
I paid the bill, ignoring any attempts to let go, and practically carried her out of the bar! Now
I'm in a dilemma again. I don't know where this woman lives, which is really troubling me! I couldn't possibly take her back to my place!
If I did, I'd probably get a beating tomorrow morning! I didn't want to be a pig's head, completely at someone's mercy, so I searched her bag.
Luckily, I found her address.
I was exhausted; my body was incredibly tired after bringing her home. After drinking, I felt energetic, but utterly drained. After getting her into bed, my head started spinning again from the exhaustion.
I'd already drunk quite a bit, and with all the exertion on the way, I felt like I was falling apart. All I wanted to do was find a pillow and get a good night's sleep. In my dazed state, I instinctively pulled myself onto her bed too!

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