That year, that day, that ship

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They say life is more absurd than any director with an imagination, and I think that's true.
In the winter of 2007, I bought a Sapphire 9550 online to give my old, beat-up computer a secondhand
new look. It was a particularly cold day, the kind of wind that cuts to the bone, gloomy and with a few snowflakes drifting down. I hesitated about
taking the ferry to the city, worried about getting stranded in a strong wind. But the desire for a new game overcame reason. When I
got to the ferry terminal, I was stunned. There were so many people! The Spring Festival travel rush had started early. I queued for ages before finally getting a ticket. After
two ferries, there was finally hope of boarding. The queue was very crowded, and I felt someone pushing me from behind. I turned around,
but there was no one there. Then I saw a short girl, very short. I'm 1.83 meters tall, and she barely reached my shoulder. She was carrying a
bag on her back and holding something relatively large in both hands. The woven bag was a bit disproportionate, squeezing and tilting precariously.
I thought she was alright-looking (I didn't look closely), but she seemed very clean, like a blank sheet of paper without any ink stains or blemishes.
My sympathy kicked in, so I said, "Let me carry it for you. You're behind me." I reached out my hand, and she
hesitated for a moment before handing it to me, saying, "Thank you." When I lifted it, it was indeed a bit heavy, and I immediately regretted it, haha. I carried
the bag, and she held onto my waist with both hands, following behind me. After boarding the ship, there were no seats, so we stood in
a . It was crowded, so we leaned against each other. I think most people would have assumed we were a couple.
I said I was going home alone.
She said, "Yeah, it's almost Chinese New Year, and none of my friends are going back. They even asked me to bring them some things." I said, "You're being too kind. You
'll be exhausted . I'll take them to the train station for you on my way. Are you sure you're okay?" She said, "Thank you," and smiled. We started chatting
...
After the boat had been sailing for a while, I noticed it wasn't moving much, and it was getting dark. I felt something was wrong. I've lived by the sea since I was a child,
and I know that sometimes the wind can suddenly pick up at sea, and even small boats can capsize. But big boats are definitely fine. In just two or three
minutes, it was completely dark, and snow was falling heavily.
A woman's intuition is always very sensitive. She asked me, "Why is it rocking so badly? Is it alright?"
I thought I'd scare her a little, so I pretended to be calm and said, "It should be alright, right?" She asked, "The boat won't capsize, will it
?" I said, "Don't talk nonsense on a boat. Here, when people eat fish, after finishing one side, if you want to eat the other side, you have to say 'switch sides,'
otherwise
it'll capsize." Her face changed .
I don't know if it was really God's doing
, but the boat rocked more and more violently, feeling like it was about thirty degrees up and down. She couldn't stand steadily and clung tightly to me.
I was secretly pleased and put my arm around her waist
. She was so petite, and she hugged me tightly, tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to embed herself into my body. I could feel her fleshy little breasts pressed against me, slowly rubbing against me.
I got hard and rubbed her back hard, but she buried her head deeply in my chest, her lower abdomen right against
my penis. I think she felt it but didn't shy away from it. I reflexively jerked my penis up, but she
pressed it down with her belly. I really wanted to ejaculate!!! I just wanted to find a place to do it right there. I
ran my hand down her spine to her buttocks. Her buttocks were small, perky, strong, and incredibly elastic.
I pressed my penis against her waist. She was slightly panting, her face flushed, but she didn't resist.
I felt like I was about to explode, but she was talking in my arms, seemingly complaining.
My head was spinning, and I didn't quite understand. It sounded like she was rambling on and on, and talking to herself, which didn't quite fit
our position and actions.
I thought to myself, "This damn boat, why isn't it docking yet? What are they doing, turning around like this?" But in less than five minutes, my
wish . The wind died down, and we docked in no time.
I let go, but she slid down a bit, basically hanging on me, panting heavily,
covered in sweat, looking very tired.
I said, "You scared me to death! I have a heart problem, haha, my hands were shaking." She said, "Me too." I said, "
Let's find a place to rest for a bit, we're all sweaty, don't catch a cold."
I saw her head down, her breathing even heavier, so I naturally took it as her agreement.
After getting off the ferry, I grabbed her hand, carried her bag, and dragged her along at a brisk pace—literally dragged, she
had no will of her own as she followed me. We headed straight for a hotel I'd stayed at before on the ferry terminal. We booked a standard
room on the second floor. The hotel seemed deserted. There was a female staff member in the hallway; the owner told me to ask her for a room. I
went up her and said, "Hurry up!" Looking at her, she was wearing a uniform, her top unbuttoned, her breasts
bulging out of her shirt, tall and very voluptuous. Damn! She looked exactly like Yuki Tsukamoto. She gave me a disdainful look,
rolled her eyes, and turned to open the door.
We entered the room, dropped our things, and immediately began kissing passionately. It was a blur; my mind was blank,
like a scene from a Christopher Doyle film, though I was mostly directing everything.
We kissed deeply, and somehow we ended up shirtless, my chest pressed tightly against her breasts
. I touched her genitals; they were wet. We kissed for over ten minutes.
Suddenly, I lowered my head, parted her legs, and began licking her labia with my tongue, from her vulva to her clitoris.
A shiver ran through me as I greedily sucked on her clitoris. Her slender legs gripped my head tightly. I forcefully
spread her legs and thrust in. It was wet, tight, incredibly tight, as if I wanted to fill every inch of her
space. My thrusts were like a piston, squeezing out the air from her vagina, making it feel like a sealed
space, holding me captive. I couldn't pull out. There was only one word: amazing. One phrase: utterly exhilarating.
When I was fully inserted, I looked up at the ceiling for about ten seconds, feeling amazing. She let out a long
sigh, I don't know if it was because the air from below had come up. It felt wonderful. In my twenty-odd years of being a respectable woman or
a bathhouse girl, I've never felt this good. She was so tight, and the size was just right, not quite reaching the very end. I also
inserted myself to the very end, a centimeter or two longer. My penis isn't big, so it seems this 1.5-meter-long thing is perfect for me,
a perfect fit.
After she let out that sigh, I began my relentless assault, and her emotions were immediately aroused. Her body began to writhe and squirm, and she moaned softly. But as the saying goes ,
a storm eventually ends, and a strong
wind eventually subsides; the intensity couldn't last. I didn't try to control myself, and I ejaculated in just four or five minutes. It felt like I shot a lot,
wave after wave, and I'd never felt so good before. Clearly, she wanted to continue. Her eyes were closed, but she clung to my
neck, not letting me leave. I pulled out, ignoring her plaintive moans, and pressed my
semen-covered penis against her small, pert buttocks, one hand cupping her breast, letting her nipple slip between my fingers.
A hand reached down, gently rubbing her clitoris, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. The thought alone felt
incredibly .
I knew she hadn't orgasmed yet, and fearing she might suddenly regain her senses, I didn't speak. Instead, I stimulated her in various ways, using my
fingers, mixed with semen and vaginal fluid, to probe her vagina and draw circles around her anus. As her breathing became more and more
rapid , my penis quickly responded. She sensed it too, turned around, and kissed me. I cooperated by
thrusting in again. Our legs were covered in vaginal fluid, intertwined and mixed. I thrust rhythmically. After about ten minutes, her
orgasm was approaching. She moaned and grabbed me. I quickly began thrusting more forcefully, almost pulling out completely each time
before Soon, her vagina began to convulse, and at that moment, I suddenly increased the frequency, going crazy. I thrust wildly,
my waist was really strong that day, and my penis was really strong too. The frenzied frequency was maintained, and as her
moans became more and more unrestrained, I sent her to the peak of pleasure time and time again. After about five or six times, she
couldn't help but cry out, "Ah, ah, ah!" I also ejaculated, rolled over with her in my arms, and lay down. I was in a
daze, but she seemed to want to embed herself into my body.
I said: "There are some things in the world that can never be explained." She said: "Just now on the boat, I really felt like I was going to die,
it scared me to death." I said: "I'm sorry." She said: "Thank you."
I still don't understand what we said, but there is a faint tacit understanding that I savor.
We went to the bathroom, hugged each other, and took a shower. As we caressed each other's bodies, I realized
how . Her legs were still trembling slightly. It was hard for her to endure my intense passion
. We lay down on another bed, like a pair of lovers who had been together for years, exploring each other's bodies.
I said, "It feels like I've known you for many years." She said, "When I see you, I feel a sense of familiarity as soon as I turn my head." I said, "You
're going home.
" She said, "Going back to my hometown to get married."
Then there was silence... It
was truly tacit understanding. We started our third round.
An hour later, one was nearly exhausted, the other screamed and fainted.
I got up, dressed, and left the room like a thief, completely confused about my own mindset. The tall,
burly waiter at the stairwell gave me a piercing look that made me flee.
In the cold wind, I wandered aimlessly, my thoughts a jumble. One moment I wanted to go home, the next I wanted to keep her
and marry her, then I wanted to find her a place to be my lover. Suddenly, I thought
of running away , indulging in a moment of self-congratulation
. After walking for a while, I went to KFC, ate a hamburger, bought two more hamburgers and two hot drinks, and headed back
to the hotel entrance. Afraid that the waitress's gaze would sweep over me again, I rushed back to the room,
leaned against the door, and took deep breaths, hoping she was still
there, but tears streamed down my face. Seeing me return, she said, "I thought you didn't want me anymore," and burst into tears
…
I didn't understand…
We did it again, she cried and screamed… then fell into a deep sleep.
But I really had to leave. I walked out of the room. That "Tsukamoto Yuki" was still there in the hallway, still giving me that strange
look. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked straight towards her menacing gaze, startling her so much that she suddenly stood up, one hand
on her chest. I braced myself on the table.
I said, "What are you looking at? Do it!"
The most bizarre thing that ever happened to me was
that she took out her key, her hand trembling slightly, and opened the door to the room next to her table, saying, "Here…"
My head was spinning, and I followed her in. Seeing her flushed face and heavy breathing, my little brother,
despite the burning pain, was erect!
The woman actually said, "I knew it a long time ago!"
Before she could finish, I pushed her back, took off my clothes, and pounced on her, fucking her uniform!
I unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her long underwear. Her underwear was soaked with moisture.
I tore off the underwear, revealing a sparse but messy patch of pubic hair. I grabbed her long legs and stood under the bed like an old man pushing a cart—
slippery and easy to maneuver. She was still unbuttoning her shirt. I had already thrust in and out a dozen times. She gripped
her shirt tightly, trying not to make a sound. After only two minutes, her vagina started to spasm. It was fucking fast, but
I didn't feel anything. It was too spacious. I lay down. She was having an orgasm. I was unbuttoning her shirt to see how big her
breasts were. After her orgasm, she cooperated and took off her shirt. She was a little paralyzed. I couldn't
unhook her bra. Looking at the two big mounds of white flesh that were about to bulge out, I roughly turned her over and unhooked her bra.
Suddenly I noticed how plump her buttocks were, while her waist was incredibly thin. I struggled to penetrate her from behind, grabbing
her two enormous breasts that I couldn't quite grasp, and began to roughly fuck her. A few minutes later, she lived up to expectations and climaxed again,
moaning lasciviously. She
twisted and tried to turn around, so I turned her back and penetrated her again. She actually started rubbing her clitoris. That's when I
realized why she had turned around. What a slut! Then I felt her climax after climax. I don't
know how she could take it. I grabbed her two big breasts and pinched her two big black nipples. I don't know how long I fucked her,
but I eventually ejaculated, though I guess only a few drops came out. Her juices were everywhere, her legs, my pubic hair—
all wet. There were even water droplets on her pubic hair. I was impressed.
I went to the restroom to wash myself. When I came out, I saw the waitress with her legs wrapped around a blanket and her head
buried in it. I ignored her, got dressed, and left. I took the ferry home.
Life is truly the most wondrous director; everything seems like a dream.
Looking back, I was pretty shameless, leaving without a word. Maybe if she were a virgin, I would have married her.
But why? Just for that perfectly sized vagina.

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