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My beautiful body at thirty-seven is like an oil field burning day and night, like
a flower blooming wildly in the mountains in midsummer—unseen, wasted. Like a pot of water, you've boiled it, but forgot to turn off the heat; it
boils , frantically, desperately, scalding hot—the pot of water is about to boil dry. For my happiness,
I must do something, change the status quo. So now I sit in this restaurant, across from him. His gaze is exceptionally delicate and gentle, yet I know his mind is full of bold words. He is a strange combination
of wildness and knowledge .
Calling him an intellectual is an understatement; he lacks scholarly airs and academic flair, and isn't weak either. He's
a large, uninhibited man, and his online chats and even his stories are filled with
language and plots that even the most ruthless rogue wouldn't come up with. Calling him a rogue isn't quite right either; he's remarkably
considerate and respectful of women, and quite emotionally sensitive. After talking to him, you always gain some kind of
inspiration—it's hard to explain, but I know, I understand, I can sense that every word he utters is
carefully . Behind his simple yet bold language lies something he wants to express.
As he ate, he said, "I love abalone. I love all seafood, but I especially love oysters
. Don't be afraid to make noise when eating them. The louder you suck, the better it tastes."
I watched him intently peel open the shells, sucking out the tender, juicy clam meat. He
ate with his hands covered in juice, his eyes gleaming, his lips and tongue moving with obvious enjoyment. A sudden thought crossed my mind; for some reason,
I wondered if he would do the same when he licked my genitals.
Under the tablecloth, I quietly pulled my feet out of my shoes and placed them on his inner thighs, gently
rubbing them. He was startled, stopping his sucking on his clam, and looked up at me, his eyes filled with understanding and desire. He
glanced around the restaurant, feigning composure.
Because of the heat, I wasn't wearing socks, so my feet, freed from their only constraint,
gently caressed his penis. He, too, was only wearing loose, baggy shorts because of the heat. My bare
feet slowly slipped into the cuffs of his shorts, and I actually touched his hot testicles and his
hardened erection.
Good heavens! He came to the restaurant without underwear! This scoundrel, ha. I smiled faintly, watching him,
my feet gently caressing his sensitive spot. He froze, staring blankly at me. His erection was rock
hard, bulging high over his shorts.
After playing around like that for a while, he pushed my legs away, called the waiter, paid the bill, and pulled me out
.
I said, "Was that good? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
He blushed and whispered, "I almost came on your feet."
I laughed happily and asked, "Where are we going?"
He said, "My aunt went abroad, and her apartment is empty."
We went inside. The door closed. A passionate kiss in the dark, breathtaking.
I said, "Kissing in the dark makes my sense of touch especially sensitive."
He said, "Of course, that's why some people like to be blindfolded during sex."
I said, "Oh, why?"
He said, "First, darkness gives a sense of security, like being back in the womb. Second, being blindfolded
gives more freedom of imagination; you can imagine whatever the person you're having sex with is like, hehe." I
said, "Then let's not turn on the lights tonight."
He said, "Yeah, and I also want to..."
I said, "What?"
He said, "Let's do something naughty, don't be scared."
He grabbed my breasts, massaged my clitoris, and kissed my neck, ears, and cheeks at the same time. The teasing
made me breathless. Before long, I was wet down there; I felt my juices soaking through my
underwear , making it slippery and sticky.
I said, "Let me go."
He said, "What's wrong with you?"
I said, "I want to take a shower."
He said, "Hmm, why don't you shower after we're done?"
I said, "No."
He said, "I like your scent."
I said, "What scent?"
He said, "The scent of flesh."
I said, "How can you be so perverted? Oh, right, you often go out like this."
He said, "What's wrong with that? I haven't broken the law. Our constitution doesn't stipulate that citizens must wear underwear in public."
"It's so hot today, I can't let myself get too hot. I have to take care of myself, right?"
I said, "You're just making excuses."
He said, "Oh, it's just a little something. It's exciting. No respectable woman would understand."
He pulled me into the bedroom and said, "Let's play for a while, then take a nap, and then I'll take
you to a fun place, see some interesting things, and afterwards, I'll take you to eat something
delicious, and then we'll come back and continue playing." He gave me a wicked grin.
I nodded and said, "Five trips in one day? You're too much! You want to kill me?"
He said, "Yeah, Roman Holiday, let's make up for what we lost."
I said, "Okay, whatever you say."
"Whatever I say," he was still grinning at me. That's when I suddenly realized his evil plan.
I said, "You're not going to make me go out like that too, are you?" He said, "
How come you're cold in this weather, 36 degrees Celsius?"
I said, "I'm afraid... I can't adapt..."
He said, "Follow me, it's okay, I promise you won't be exposed."
He lowered his voice, smelling the "smell of flesh" near my ear, and said, "Let me tell you, the feeling of going out without
underwear ... special..."
I said, "What?"
He said, "Just imagine it. Only you know this secret, but no one around you
knows."
I said, "...Then... what if... what if you run into a pervert?"
He said, "You don't take the bus."
He touched my swollen clitoris: "Besides, even if you take the bus, even if..."
I said, "Shut up. Want to know how wet I am?"
He nodded: "Mmm."
I led his hand down, and his fingertips touched my wet vulva.
He said, "Oh... beautiful... what's wrong with you? I haven't even done anything yet..."
I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. He took a silk scarf and blindfolded me, then started to lie down.
He sniffed and touched me all over, making soft sucking noises. If anyone were eavesdropping, they would definitely think
he was sucking on an oyster again, just from the sounds.
I opened my legs for him, lifted my buttocks, and let him pull down my panties, shirt, bra…
He gently parted my tightly closed thighs and whispered in my ear, “Don’t be shy, you’re so beautiful and alluring.”
My heart pounded.
Hot lips kissed my mouth, warm hands caressed my breasts, kneading them lightly and firmly,
the pressure perfectly controlled, stimulating me to the point of unbearable excitement, making me writhe and twist on the bed… I
wanted to moan, but I held back, because I thought a woman who moaned was a wanton woman.
He whispered in my ear, “Make a sound, it’s okay. At times like this, you have to revert to being an animal;
only then can you be happier. Today, don’t think about anything else. Come on, follow your body.”
His fingers slid, kneaded, and teased my already wet labia, stimulating my most sensitive clitoris. I
finally released my lips, letting out an unbearable moan, and at the same time, I willingly opened my legs. "
Ah... um... oh..."
he asked me, "Shall I go in?"
I nodded.
He deliberately pressed, "Let me in what?"
"I'm embarrassed to say."
"You've been married for so many years, it's okay. Say it. Say it softly."
"No."
"I want to hear it. Say it. Say it." "
Ah... baby, come in... let your big cock go inside me..."
God! How could I even say such a thing!
"Why go in?"
He kissed my burning cheeks and ears, his big cock grinding against my slippery entrance, making me so itchy.
My voice was even lower: "Come in... fuck me..." After saying that, my face turned bright red.
He thrust into me like a lion, penetrating my body, into my burning, yearning flesh. I finally
felt that earth-shattering, intense vibration, piercing the entire world, filling my long-empty body.
On the vast wilderness, two wolves howled, panted, and writhed. He conquered me, and I conquered him.
What followed was an indescribable sensory stimulation, a raging torrent sweeping over my entire body, ravaging
everything within me. His cannon repeatedly thrust in and out of my fiery flesh, thrusting in, withdrawing, thrusting in, withdrawing, thrusting
in, withdrawing…
'Ah… um…' I kept secreting my woman's fluids.
It was a life-or-death struggle, a breathtaking lovemaking, a sexual intercourse that drove my body and mind to utter madness.
The climax, like a volcanic eruption, came suddenly; in an instant, everything shattered, everything exploded
, suppressed for so many years! My mouth was wide open, but I couldn't make a sound, nor could I hear anything. My mind
went blank, a tingling, burning sensation ran through the back of my head, and all I remembered was all my muscles contracting in unison,
my flesh tightly enveloping his massive member. I let go of everything, letting myself go, letting my body
float and sink in the scorching torrent…
I gradually awoke from the unbelievable climax, my body covered in sweat and fluids.
He untied the scarf covering my eyes and whispered, “Was it good?”
“Mmm…I’m so embarrassed…”
His penis, which I had tightly wrapped around, began to throb and pulsate again. He brought me to orgasm, and he
was still as hard as ever.
“Ah…ah…ya…ah…this…I want…you…no…ah…want…
want…come together…I…I…want…I’m coming too…ahhhhhh…huff…
huff…ha…ha…”
“You…you’re so horny…I like it…” he whispered.
"Oh...you...uh...um...ah...oh...good...oh...oh...
oh...good...ah...so good...comfortable...umm...oh...ah...you..."
He lay on his back on the bed, his erect penis standing straight up. He said, "Get on."
My face flushed, my heart pounded, but I wanted it so badly. I spread my legs, straddled his hard, thick penis,
lowered my head , aimed at my wet, fleshy hole, grasped his huge penis, and rubbed
and teased the large glans between my wet, slippery, tender lips.
"Oh, you look so beautiful right now!" My
buttocks sank down, and my entire wet vagina was instantly filled by him. He arched his body upwards, and his enormous penis plunged deep into my vagina. I was filled, incredibly full. "Um...oh...good...oh...oh...oh..." "You're so alluring..." He grabbed my breasts with both hands, opened his mouth, and started eating one and then another, looking greedy. "Oh...ooh...oh my god...it feels so good...so good!" He held my waist and began to thrust his body rhythmically, pumping up and down into my vagina. His "cannon" repeatedly pounded deep inside, my stomach felt increasingly sore and bloated, my muscles relaxed, and I let him thrust violently upwards. I started to feel a little out of it. One of his hands went to my buttocks, his fingers touching my anus. Oh! So good! That feeling was indescribably good. Sweat and mucus had already soaked my anus, and his fingers rotated and kneaded it, gradually increasing the pressure, before sliding in! In and out, in and out. " Ouch! Oh...oh...oh...ooh...oh oh ...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh ...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh ..." My moans seemed to turn into sobs, as if I were being tortured. But my whole body felt so comfortable. I was intoxicated. He looked at me intently, admiringly, while his fingers began to tease my erect nipples, making me dizzy and confused. 'Ah...so good...mmm...ah...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...you... mmm...mmm...ha...mmm...mmm...ah...oh...mmm...mmm...ha...oh... take your big hard cock...fuck me...fuck me hard...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm...' As soon as these 'dirty words' came out, I felt relaxed, as if a long-held burden had been lifted , and at the same time, my body produced a more special and stronger sexual desire, wanting more and greater satisfaction. 'Oh...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...I love...I love your...big cock so much.'

"...Oh...oh...uh...um...um...mmm..."
"I love you too...I love you to death...my good woman..."
He held my buttocks tightly and thrust into me again, making me feel utterly ecstatic and
disoriented , only able to shout and scream. My throat was hoarse, but I still couldn't help but feel
the torrent of orgasm surging through my body again.
"Ah! Um...oh...um...oh...um...come on...faster, I'm going to die! Ah...
ah ah...I'm dying, you've killed me...ah...it's coming...again!" '

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A bottle of mellow, intoxicating aged wine, once opened, makes people unable to stop. Two greedy children,
stealing and eating a jar of honey, couldn't stop.
We made love again and again, rolling and entwining on the bed, our lust raging. In my entire life, I had
never been so intoxicated, so pleasurable, by a man. He ignited my passion, drove me wild. His
seductive tongue licked my wet, tender petals until they were thick and swollen, unbearably itchy and thirsty, needing something
inserted inside to relieve the itch.
I lay on my back on the bed, his nimble fingers pressing against my labia, his tongue teasing and licking my hard
clitoris , and I couldn't help but moan. He was like a highly skilled musician, and I was his instrument; with each
pluck, I produced beautiful sounds. Two fingers inserted into my vagina and anus, probing and thrusting,
my entire genitals were soaked in fluid, and I felt like I had become a huge clam, its tender flesh plump and
delicious , overflowing with juice, my clitoris becoming a pearl within the clam's flesh.
I let out intermittent whimpers in my throat.
'Oh...oh...uh...ah...ouch...ah...hum...ya...huff...uh...fuck
me...uh...'
I writhed, leaking fluid and semen. Under his deadly, frenzied kisses, I reached another climax,
dying a beautiful, trembling orgasm. Awakening from the waves of my second orgasm, I told him about the sensations.
He was overjoyed, gently caressing my slippery anus as he softly asked, 'Was it good?'
I nodded.
He said, 'Many people don't know that the anus is an extremely sensitive area, densely packed with nerve endings.'
I said, 'But...'
He said, 'But, from childhood we've heard adults say that place is bad, unclean, and so on, so we
think that place shouldn't be touched. Actually, why shouldn't we touch the parts of our body that
bring us pleasure? Why shouldn't we touch them? If they're clean, they're just as clean as our mouths and vaginas.' I
said, "But..."
He said, "Even if I go in and touch something, it's all inside you. I love you,
I accept everything about you."
I said, "For example,"
he said, "your hair, the shape of your hair, your eyebrows, the shape of your fingers, your
eyes , your lips, your teeth, the way you walk, sit, and lie down. Everything, everything, I
love to look at it, I can't get enough of it."
I said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
He said, "Don't go. Hold it in a bit, then I'll let you go." I said, "
Why are you doing this?"
He said, "You'll find out in a little while. You have to dare to try things you've never tried before."
I said, "No, I'll come out in a bit."
He said, "Come out then. It's okay. Let me tell you a little secret: if you have something inside you,
the orgasm will feel different."
I said, "Oh, you still want to do it?"
He said, "What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"
I said, "Oh dear, I'm doomed! You've already killed me so many times today." He said, "
Come on, lie down, let me lick you properly."
I couldn't resist him. I lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks high and sticking them out, showing him my
anus. He put two pillows under my stomach, saying it wouldn't be tiring that way, and that I could sleep
on my stomach if I got sleepy.
I said, "Ah, how long are you going to do this?"
He said, "It might take a while."
I said, "You bad boy."
He came behind me, carefully examining my buttocks, and said, "Look, your two eyes down there are staring at
me."
I said, "Which two eyes?"
He said, "Your vagina and your anus. Actually, there's another little hole, the
one ."
I said, "Oh my god! How are you going to play with me?"
He said, "Hmm, it's hard to explain, just enjoy it."
And so, in the dazzling midday sun, on the big bed by the window, I felt his hands begin to
caress my buttocks. He touched me, praising how beautiful and sexy my buttocks were. I felt him part my
buttocks , his fingers gently scraping my entire genitals, from the pubic hair to the clitoris to the flesh and my anus. Those
areas weren't dry; they were full of my bodily fluids.
Suddenly, I felt his hot tongue press against my anus. Oh! The feeling was indescribable. A feeling I
'd never experienced before. I involuntarily parted my lips, but it seemed I couldn't make a sound, only able to groan softly,
as if he were licking my throat. Oh, my anus was open. I felt my most shameful, most unspeakable
place had been opened…
'Oh…oh…mmm…uh…oh…ah…oh…hum…mmm…ah…ah…ah
…woo…ah…mmm…'
The sensation was so intense, so incredibly strange, as his hard penis pushed into my vagina. I completely
enveloped him, using a vaginal canal that had never been penetrated before, gripping him as tightly as it could possibly be.
'Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! ...Oh my god...Oh my god...Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!' I
relaxed the muscles around my anus with
all my might. I felt his penis slowly and steadily expanding into my rectum, a little dull and slippery, slowly and continuously pushing inward... 'Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh ...Oh...Oh ah ...Ah ... "Your buttocks are so beautiful... what a pity." I asked, "What's a pity?" He said, "It's a pity you can't see it yourself." I thought for a moment and said, "Use a big mirror!" He said, "The old folks say, 'A mirror shouldn't be placed in front of the bed.' There must be some truth to old sayings, let's not offend the gods." I said, "Old-fashioned. I don't care . I want to see." He said, "That's not a good idea." I said, "I want to see. Why should only you see?" He said, "Okay, okay." My excretory organs were filled with love, and I was extremely excited. My heart was beating unusually strongly. I felt like I was doing something. My heart suddenly warmed up. I rarely hear genuine praise. My husband... sigh, let's not talk about him. His cannon started thrusting. His cannon was thick and long, and in my narrow passage, it actually slid in and out like during intercourse, as if it were lubricated by some kind of fluid. His thrusting movements went from slow to fast, from gentle to gradually powerful. He thrust so deep, so very deep, and when he pulled out from inside my intestines, it felt like he was pulling my very soul out! 'Mmm...uh...mmm...ooh...ah...' I was intoxicated. His fingers circled around to the front, rubbing my vulva from the front. His other hand caressed and kneaded my breasts and nipples. Simultaneous stimulation from multiple points fully aroused my lust, burning like a raging fire. 'Ah! Thrust into me, thrust into my ass...ah...uh...ah...mmm...oh...' I moaned wildly. The molten fluid secreted from my body flowed down my inner thighs. A forbidden pleasure overwhelmed me. He thrust in and out, kneading my breasts and occasionally squeezing my buttocks. 'Oh! You're so cute, so sexy!' I said, 'Mmm...do it...do it on me...' I arched my back to meet his thrusts, receiving his increasingly vigorous penetration. 'Ah! Ah! Oh!' "Oh!" he roared, like a wild beast. I braced my elbows on the bed, arching my backside higher and twisting more fiercely like a female dog, moaning loudly in response to his roar : "Ugh... um... oh... ah..." "Oh! You're so beautiful!" "Go ahead and play with me." I replied, "Play me to death!" I didn't care about anything anymore. We made love until we were completely lost, from my anus to my intestines, from my intestines to my bladder, to my uterus, to my stomach, and from my stomach to my heart, liver, lungs, gallbladder... my entire internal organs were being pressed against by that big, long, hard, and hot cock. It was an unprecedented sensory stimulation. I felt like my whole body had become a fleshy tube enveloping his cock, willingly . The sensory stimulation ignited a shock, arousing endless lust. Body, spirit, desire, yours, mine , all intertwined and vibrated together. We became one, indistinguishable from one another, the only existence being endless greed, boundless thirst… rushing towards liberation, freedom… Our climaxes finally collapsed simultaneously, erupting together! Hot semen shot into my rectum, we were both drenched in sweat, roaring wildly, celebrating our respective release, while also stimulating each other. After showering, I returned naked to the bedroom and found him fast asleep. Sitting on the recliner by the window screen, I quietly watched his naked body. He wasn't exactly handsome. But he had led me through several forbidden zones, bringing me such intense pleasure and satisfaction. And me, for so many years, busy with home, busy with work, taking care of children, handling housework, caring for the elderly… I found myself reduced to a machine, a good nanny, an anxious mother at parent-teacher conferences, a desireless wife sleeping separately. I played multiple roles as mediator, washing machine, rice cooker, but: what about 'me'? In my life, where have I been placed? For so many years, how much happiness that should have been ! I felt a little wronged, but I didn't let the tears fall. I don't like self-pity or being melancholic. I have many important things to think about. I said, "You woke up and said you'd take me out to play. Well, when I came out of the shower, I was shocked . I thought thunder had struck the house." He laughed and said, "Slander. My snoring isn't that eerie." I said, "I never make things up." He said, "At least it's an exaggeration. Come on, let's go out." I said, "Where are we going? Look at the time." He looked at his watch and said, "It's only nine o'clock." I said, "Anyone going out at nine at night is a decent person?" He said, "Hmm, not many, but we've been decent people for half our lives, we can't just sneak in a little indulgence." I said, "You have to tell me where you're taking me and what we're doing." He said, "Let's go to audit two films." I said, " Oh, you're a writer, aren't you in charge of reviewing films?" He said, "Yeah, they insisted on having my opinion. I had no choice." I said, "What kind of films are they reviewing?" He said, "I don't know what they're showing today. We'll find out after we watch it." I said, "Then what's the point of me going? They didn't say they wanted my opinion." He said, "I want your opinion. I'm serious. Let's go." We arrived at the outside of a quiet, two-story building inside the Second Ring Road. There were armed police officers on guard at the entrance, but no nameplate or unit sign. The officer on guard saw him and immediately stood at attention and saluted. He waved and led me into the building. In the hallway, I whispered, "So you're a soldier?"

He whispered, "Oh, don't ask. I'll tell you when we get back."
I said, "Hey, I broke up a military marriage!"
He looked at me, smiling but saying nothing.
He led me through a maze of buildings, finally arriving at a room. He skillfully took out his key, opened the door,
led me inside, and locked the door behind him. The room wasn't big, only about eight or nine square meters. Strangely, the wall opposite the door was
a whole pane of glass, offering a view of what seemed to be a large hall outside, not very bright.
He poured me some tea, and we sat down on the large sofa. He dimmed the lights, just enough to barely see
the teacups.
He pointed to the glass wall and said, "We'll be reviewing the footage through here in a bit. This is one-way mirror commonly used in the police pre-trial department
and psychology labs. But usually, you can only see in from the outside;
this one is specially made, reversed, so you can only see out from the inside, and no one outside can see into our room.
There are eight or nine of these rooms; they're soundproof
." I said, "What's all this mystery about?"
He whispered, "It's for high-level review; the film won't be publicly released. We expert judges come from different backgrounds
, don't know each other, and don't exchange opinions. After watching each film, we independently write our
reviews , using special symbols and codes that are very difficult for outsiders to decipher. Where the film is ultimately sent is strictly
confidential."
I said, "I always get sleepy watching military or spy films."
He said, "No, none of those."
I said, "Then what is it?"
A pleasant ringtone sounded. It wasn't loud. He pointed outside the one-way mirror.
Outside, all the lights were off. He gestured for me to put on headphones like he did. Then, the film's title
appeared : *Unabashed Whispers*, followed by the Chinese translation: *Bedtime
Erotic Sounds*, produced by the Danish company *Colorful Climax* in 2002.
I couldn't help but whisper, "Ah."
He held a pencil, making small marks on a form while watching the screen; the symbols
looked like primitive writing or alien script.
On the screen, in broad daylight, outside a luxurious castle, there was a green lawn, a white dining table, champagne, fruit
… and several beautiful maids stood around. Over here, five elegantly dressed, dignified ladies and eight strong, imposing
men were engaged in lewd acts, moaning incessantly and exchanging obscene and daring 'vulgarities.'
The languages coming through the headphones were actually dubbed in Chinese. There were no subtitles on the screen, probably
to keep the older generation focused on the visuals.
"Oh… ah… do you want to fuck my wet, horny cunt?"
"Mmm… ah… fuck me, fuck me until I'm dying, ravage me properly…"
My face flushed red, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest! I took off the headphones; the room was completely
silent. He glanced back at me, winked, and considerately dimmed the light from the small lamp.
Only then did I put my headphones back on and watch the film with him. I bit my lip tightly, silently exclaiming "Oh
my god! , my whole body tingling.
On the screen, they struck all sorts of poses I'd never imagined, performing actions that made my heart race.
I felt myself getting wet, my lower abdomen throbbing. The different
moans from the Danish men and women were arousing me to the point of near collapse.
When the big "finish" finally appeared on the screen, and the Chinese subtitles read "Thank you for watching,"
I let out a long sigh of relief.
He said, "How was it?"
I said, "Pretty...pretty...pretty clear."
He smiled and said, "None of the films we submit for review are unclear. I was asking
what "
I said, "People these days really know how to have fun."
He said, "I've never seen anything like this before."
I said, "No." "You touch my face, it's burning hot."
He put down his pencil and gently touched my face, tenderly and meticulously, like an art apprentice touching Venus
's face. I rested my face against his hand and closed my eyes. My enjoyment might remind him of
the intoxicated look on Fu Biao's face when he said "Thirteen, Louis's" in "Never Ending".
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He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Is your lower part hot too?"
I said, "You pervert, I want to go home."
He said, "No, no, there's another film to be reviewed. Let me touch it, just for a moment."
I said, "Then you might as well not touch it at all."
He said, "Hmm."
I said, "I don't want to make my lower part even more uncomfortable."
He smiled and whispered, "I'd like to know the female commissioner's opinion. You know, the higher-ups will be watching films,
not just men."
I said, "You want to know if the film can move the female audience?"
He said, "Hmm."
I said, "I won't tell you."
He said, "Okay. Then promise me one more thing." I
said, "Say it."
He said, "Take off your underwear and give it to me. I'll keep it for you."
I said, "No."
He said, "Please."
I said, "No way."
He said, "Please. Nobody can see us."
I said, "That's not a good idea..."
My heart started racing again. I was seriously considering the feasibility of his suggestion.
He said, "Okay, whatever you want."
He turned to look at the screen. The music started, and another new movie began.
I pinched him and whispered, "You rascal, why didn't you insist? I was already wavering. If you... I
might..."
He said, "I don't want to force you. Do as you please."
I hesitated for a moment, turned back to make sure the door was locked, gently lifted my buttocks, and pulled down my underwear, which was already
soaked with my own vaginal fluid.
He went over, put it under his nose, and smelled it affectionately, groaning, "Oh, it smells so good..."
I whispered, "Pervert."
He said, "It smells so good, I'm not lying to you, it smells like cream, lemon, wine, cheese, apple, and clam
."
I said, "Stop it."
He didn't say anything. We started watching the movie. The feeling of taking off my underwear was indeed strange, as if I suddenly felt
much lighter, both physically and mentally. Underwear is like the golden headband of Sun Wukong, tightly binding not only
the body but also the mind. Now, in the dark room, I feel a completely new heartbeat, a
wanton excitement. An experience, a completely new thrill. For myself, for the good times I've lost.
The film is called "Perverted Case 101." It begins with a voluptuous woman,
topless touching her large, white breasts while saying to the camera: "Many people don't know, but having breast milk for stimulation
is really possible. I was still breastfeeding when I got divorced. I met a new boyfriend. I didn't have much milk, and he told me that
uterine contractions could accelerate milk production. He didn't want me to wean, so for the past two years I've had plenty of milk. His suckling
and helping me express milk are very stimulating; I feel incredibly comfortable. Because I didn't wean, my breasts have gotten bigger and bigger. It's best to wean
later, and besides, you don't need contraception during breastfeeding, so it's very enjoyable." Especially when her breasts were most engorged, watching
him suckle one breast while the other was stimulated and flowed out on its own, sometimes even ejaculating milk, was quite
stimulating …”
Then the scene faded out, and flashbacks began showing her breastfeeding… She was lying on her stomach, breastfeeding her son, while her boyfriend
penetrated her from behind. She moaned. When she reached orgasm, there was a close-up of her breasts, and the milk really gushed out, the snow-white
milk spraying out like a fountain of pearls, looking slightly thinner than the Mengniu milk we drink.
The next scene was a gynecological clinic. A woman in her thirties walked in and said to the male doctor, “I
saw your advertisement. I’d like to try it.”
The doctor told her, “The purpose of our trial is to study
the sexual arousal response that gynecological examination procedures may cause in female patients, so as to avoid doctor-patient harassment in future clinical work. The methods will be
varied . Please take off your clothes and lie on the examination table.”
The woman complied. The male doctor sat on the examination stool between her legs and began to gently separate her labia,
slowly rubbing her clitoris. Close-up shot: A large, voluptuous flower, blooming freely, gradually glistening
with dewdrops. The doctor slowly inserts a tubular, penis-sized collection device for vaginal fluid into the woman's vagina. She
writhes and moans. A nurse reaches over from behind to touch her breasts. The
male doctor says to the woman, "Next, I'm going to say some so-called vulgar words to you, combined with tactile stimulation, to
record your reactions. Forget your identity and status, completely let loose, and indulge yourself to the fullest. We will
record the intensity of each of your orgasms."
The clinic door opens, and four or five more male and female doctors enter. They surround the
woman sweating, breathing, blood pressure, secretions, and contraction strength, slowly joining the "consultation"...
The woman moans, "Insert it into me... insert it until I'm dizzy with pleasure, until I'm in ecstasy."
The clinic is filled with moans... Finally, they remove the collection device; it's full,
overflowing with the woman's vaginal fluid.
As I watched, a slow, intense urge arose within me. My nipples hardened, and I imagined myself as the woman on the test,
lying on the gynecological examination bed, undergoing all sorts of examinations by a room full of doctors and nurses, being gently and
professionally manipulated, teased, and tormented. I imagined them inserting a speculum into my vagina, playing with my nipples, clitoris, and
anus, carefully observing the trembling and throbbing of my cervix during orgasm…
I thought that if they inserted a glass tube to collect my vaginal fluid, my secretions might exceed
those of . In the darkness, I stretched out my legs, and my hands slowly began to move… My hands searched and pushed
until my middle finger touched the moist, soft entrance at the center of my body. I transformed myself into water, and my hands into fish. The fish
glided silently in the water. As long as I didn't make any noise, everything would be fine. This was an extremely pleasurable thing…
In fact, even if I made any sound, he wouldn't hear it. He could only hear the sound from the headphones. My
cool hand touched the burning entrance. Smelling my own faint body odor, I felt utterly wet
, inside and out, as if the spring deep within me was seeping out endlessly. I was engulfing myself.
The third scene of the film: at sea. An endless expanse of sea. A lifebuoy. A desperate young woman,
her lips cracked, suddenly sees a ship approaching in the distance. She cries out desperately, waving a red cloth in her hand.
She is saved and boards the ship, only to find it is a pirate ship. While she focuses on drinking water and eating,
she is repeatedly gang-raped by eighteen pirates in various positions. Her nipples swell and turn red from the rough friction and squeezing
, and her vagina and anus constantly leak the pirates' sticky semen.
I secretly fantasized that I was the female protagonist, stripped naked and tied to a stake, utterly
played with by a group of lustful sailors. I fantasized about them penetrating my vagina, fucking my mouth, fucking every orifice on my body, my whole body covered in their
semen that they had held back for half a year, smearing it all over my body, saying it would beautify my skin…
I closed my eyes, sinking into the darkness, letting the fire of lust burn within my mature body. I wondered if
other women had such lewd thoughts… I felt my vagina was already wet with fluid. I
squeezed my thighs together, rubbing them together.
The screening ended. I felt my nipples throbbing, erect and hard, rubbing
uncomfortably ; my vagina was also incredibly sore and swollen…
He took off my headphones and whispered, “Did you like it?”
I whispered, “I’m…so…wet…inside.”
It was already midnight when we came out. He took me to a restaurant near Huguosi in Xinjiekou for dinner, and then we went back to
his aunt’s house.
On the way, I said, “Do you have a copy?”
He said, “Yes, it’s been six years.”
I said, "Then why not buy a car?"
He said, "Buying a car is such a hassle. You pay so much tax to the government, you have to get it inspected, repaired, and so on
. You also have to take responsibility, and you can't drink and drive. It's like, 'Don't drink, don't drive, don't drive.' The key is you're
always on edge, watching the road, the cars, pedestrians, vehicles, road signs, and so on. You have to keep an eye on the police,
one-way streets, no left turns, the dashboard, the rearview mirror, the side mirror. If something happens, you have to beg those
bastards cigarettes and meals to smooth things over. Why bother? I don't want to be so tired. Taking a taxi is fine."
I said, "Lazy person."
He said, "That's right. But let me put it this way, if I had a car, I could take you back to my aunt's. You
could take a nap in the car if you're free, but I can't. By the time we get home, you'll be wide awake, but I'll be exhausted. How can we exercise then?"
I said, "You rascal, who wants to exercise with you, you pervert?" He said, "
A rogue is someone who does what everyone wants to do but doesn't dare to, or doesn't have the opportunity to do
."
I said, "Ha, look at you, you think it's something to be proud of."
He said, "Of course, I let you experience the happiness of being a woman, I made you truly a woman. I'm
proud of you."
I said, "Why do I always feel like what we're doing isn't quite right..."
He said, "That's from brainwashing education. Actually, the most unspeakable things are often the most beautiful."
I said, "I feel... I'm... falling into depravity with you..."
He said, "By falling into depravity, you can experience a kind of 'prostitute's pleasure.' Respectable women also have the right to be happy
."
I said, "I once read a book that mentioned the
contradiction but I didn't understand it at the time."
He said, "Many things don't need to be understood too clearly. What's the use of understanding? Sometimes understanding makes things more
painful . Besides, what does understanding even mean? For example, someone said that the black hole in the universe leads to infinity, and the black hole in a woman's body
is her vagina."
I said, "That must have been written by a man."
He said, "What do you think he was trying to say? That women are beautiful, charming, seductive, attractive, and men
fear them? "
I said, "I can't quite put my finger on it."
He said, "I used to love debating, I loved data and tables, but now I'm really annoyed by those old academics. They
argue for ages, but it's all useless, just empty talk."
I said, "Well, what experts say usually has a lot of substance, right?"
He said, "Not necessarily. For example, a while ago some guy published a paper saying that women who have just finished their periods
have an uncontrollable desire to be close to men, and their moral defenses are most easily broken. That bastard even claimed to be
a clinician . Clinic it is, but who can really define morality?
" I said, "Yeah, that's true. But when I just finished... it seems... really..."
He said, "I know, that's perfectly normal. The problem is, this kind of emotional thing is hard to
express with quantitative data from a lab." Even if that person announces that in my survey of 300,000 healthy women aged 25 to 35
, 81.7% of the participants reported a stronger libido within three days after their period ended, what information would the reader
get Nothing. What does "stronger libido" mean? How is it quantitatively represented by
the number of sexual encounters, masturbation sessions, orgasms, or lubrication levels? How could you possibly conduct such a survey? You
can course. But what if some women don't have these conditions? No opportunity for sex, no opportunity for masturbation,
no orgasm. They just silently endure their urges. Their desires don't manifest in any external behavior, they don't even have sexual dreams.
How do you explain this situation? Leaving aside how you measure the amount of vaginal discharge, even if you collect it with a "vaginal fluid collector
," some people just have low discharge. What do you do then? The most important issue is methodology: how did you
get these answers? How can you be sure their answers are true?
I said, "So, so-called scientific surveys, research, and data are unreliable."
He said, "I wouldn't say all of them are unreliable, but I hope to offer these ways of thinking
to help everyone think. Maybe one day we can find truly objective research methods."
I said, "Hmm, what if we combine it with a census?"
He said, "You mean, asking people about their orgasmic experiences during a census?"
I said, "Heh."
He said, "That's why I say, knowing the truth of life, the truth of facts, is almost always impossible
."
I said, "So you're disgusted by research."
He said, "Or rather, you're repulsed by it."
I said, "Heh."
He said, "Laughing again." I
said, "I think if you had enough funding, you'd still do research."
He said, "How much funding is enough for a bottomless pit?"
I said, "Laboratory work is still rigorous."
He said, "No, no... what's the use of rigor?"
I said, "Rigorousness can make you immortal."
He said, "Wrong. Nothing can be immortal. Immortality is just a naive fantasy."
I said, "There are some, like books, sculptures, architecture, pyramids, and so on."
He said, "A nuclear war, and it's all gone, all turned to ashes."
I said, "How can you be so pessimistic? You're only 33."
He said, "Do you think disaster is far away from us? Think about 9/11. Those white-collar elites, in suits
and ties, entered their offices, and in the blink of an eye, unable to withstand the torment of the flames, they jumped off the roof."
I said, "Yeah, I remember those scenes too. It was tragic."
He said, "And the shadow of the crisis hasn't been lifted." Even if Bin Laden really dies, there will be Zhang Deng, Cai Deng,
Kai Deng, and Guan Deng. '
I said: 'Hehe. Right.'
He said: 'That's why I say, nothing lasts forever. Nothing is immortal.'
I said: 'Yeah, everything is fleeting.'
He said: 'All we can get is happiness.'
I said: 'Happiness is rare, and fleeting.'
He said: 'True. But it's real.'
I said: 'Hehe.'
He said: 'As for other things, what's reliable? Money is something you can't take with you when you die. You can't afford to spend it in the bank, it's gone in a flash
, and it depreciates so much. As for other things, family isn't absolutely reliable. The elderly might be conservative and limited,
with strange tempers; your spouse might be cold and heartless, hurting you the most.'
I said: 'What about children?'
He said: 'Who can guarantee that children will always be on your side? If you're not prepared for disappointment and anxiety...'
"It's best not to have children."
I said, "What about pets?"
He said, "Well, pets come in several categories: some are loyal, some are lazy and greedy, some are wise but foolish
, and some are weak and frail. But generally speaking, as a rule, pets don't live as long as we do. Their
lifespans are usually shorter than humans. Pets can get lost or die, so pets aren't reliable either. You'll be heartbroken sooner or later. I've
experienced it firsthand."
I said, "What about friends?"
He said, "Reliable, close, and truly worthy of being friends are extremely rare."
I said, "Hmm... then you're left with yourself."
He said, "Right. You are relatively the most reliable, but sometimes you make mistakes.
When , there's nothing you can do. You can only wait for your confusion to pass."
I said, "What if you can't get over it?"
He said, "Then the person will break up with you."
I said, "Hehe."
He said, "Tell me how you touch yourself." I said, "
Hey, we were just getting serious, why are you acting up again?"
He said, "Haha. How is talking about the body considered acting up? Don't you like your own body?"
I said, "Of course I do. I'm always tempted by my own body... I repeatedly admire my body,
and when I touch and rub it, my gaze is always filled with narcissism and self-torture. During the long summers,
I calmly look at my entire body while showering and touch it. I often close the doors and windows, stand in front of the mirror, and take off my clothes one
by one . I love to hide in my room, walking around naked, letting the curtains block the glaring
sunlight outside, stretching my body, and enjoying a surge of pleasure. My body is my last home—that deep, warm
, bright red, pulsating, fiery, throbbing, and wonderfully wondrous home. My deepest, pinkest,
trembling , and most beautiful petals bloom shamelessly. My sexual needs are like eating when I'm hungry—
natural, regular, and intense."
He said, "Oh." He
slowly touched my breasts, gently massaging them. I felt so good.
I continued, "Dangerous things always attract me, there's a kind of temptation that makes me tense and
excited . In the long, dark night, I'm always flushed and dreaming, my palms sweating, fantasizing about being
chased by bad guys, being caught, my clothes being torn off, being raped and gang-raped, being subjected to violence. And I always
fall into the abyss in the strange combination of pain and pleasure, flying and sinking in the black hole, unable to distinguish between happiness and despair,
unable to distinguish between the ugliness and beauty of this action. My body is emptied and then filled with fingers, water splashing, I finally
lose control and let out a muffled groan, finally enjoying the satisfying fatigue and sweet softness after the exercise..."
Do these messy thoughts and bad habits suggest that I am a potential masochist? I
slightly squeezed my legs together, my body rising and falling slightly. I felt a wetness in my lower body; the fluids inside me
seeped out through the sweat glands in my skin and the secretory glands in my genitals, making my whole body glisten and drip with moisture when I was aroused. Men's
movements never quite suited my desires, not as nimble and soft as my own hands, not as precise, controlled
, nuanced, and effortlessly varied, allowing me to feel my own
body's temperature
. The already wet fingers lingered on my most sensitive spots, and the surge within me was uncontrollable. I immediately felt my wetness turn into a leak, and I felt as if I were sinking to the bottom of the sea. I
groaned , but I couldn't hear my own voice. I felt a blissful exhaustion. Sometimes I longed to be
savagely ravaged, played with, and tortured by a man. I fantasized about a rapist brutally stripping off my outer clothes, tearing my underwear, grabbing
my breasts, pinching, pressing, and sucking, while constantly uttering vulgarities at me. I needed to be raped.
I was very wanton when I fantasized. I crave the unfamiliar, the thrill of novelty, the presence of men watching
me, covering me, oppressing me, crushing me, the extreme pleasure brought by all kinds of extreme torture. Dozens of
men 's hands hungrily grasped my body, making me feel so comfortable that I lost control of my bladder and bowels. Once, I saw
many sausages in the deli section of the supermarket, of various lengths and thicknesses. I suddenly wondered, how come I never thought of this
possibility ?
He kissed my neck and said, "You picked a medium-thick one and bought it home."
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "And then?"
I said, "I was afraid it would be too cold, so I boiled it in hot water for a while, and when I took it out, the temperature was slightly higher than my
body temperature."
He said, "That's right, the internal temperature will be higher than the surface temperature. And then?"
I said, "And then I..."
He kissed my ear and said, "Tell me."
I said, "Oh, you can guess even if I don't tell you."
He said, "No, there are many possibilities for the sausage game, how would I know how you played it?"
I said, "You're so naughty. I just...stuffed the sausage...inside."
He said, "Slow down, slow down, which opening should I put it in?" I
said, "Oh, you pervert! Before, I'd never even tried the back."
He said, "What a pity. Please continue."
I said, "I...I...I'm trembling as I rape myself, finding release in the cruelty."
He said, "What does it feel like?"
I said, "Mmm...tingling...excitement...extreme madness...frenzy...surging..."
I said this while touching his big cock. That big piece of meat had become even bigger and harder.
I said, "Look at yourself now."
He said, "I don't even need to look at him to know what he wants to do. It's like you're wet, you don't need to take off
your pants to see."
I said, "Yeah, no need to look, I know. Hey, comrade, how can you be so promiscuous? Look at
yourself . You've spilled your dirty water on someone else's hands." He said, "
Are you wet?"
I said, "Hehe, you'll know if you touch yourself."
His hand reached over and gently caressed my clitoris and the opening of my vagina. I was already slippery and wet down there
.
He said, "Oh, I like you when you're wet."
I said, "I'm not a shameless woman."
He said, "I know. I understand. Please don't use such harsh moralistic language. You are a very,
very good woman. I care about you. You know that?"
I said, "Yes."
He gently stroked my slippery labia and said, "You're so beautiful! Your body is so beautiful."
I said, "Thank you."
He said, "Why thank me? I'm not being glib or flattering; I'm stating the facts. You
truly shocked me."
I said, "Oh."
Under his teasing touch, I felt a thick fluid secreting from my lower body. He must have felt it.
He said, "The body's natural functions are beautiful. Happiness is beautiful. Nudity, the body, flesh, the body's
form, movement, and function can all be beautiful and moving."
I said, "Hmm..."
He said, "Face yourself with a healthy attitude, freeing yourself from anxiety, stress, hesitation, and inner struggle."
I said, "Oh..."
He said, "The ethical and moral principles we've been taught since childhood are always stronger than our ego. Their constraints on us
are invisible yet powerful; everyone carries some kind of tight band around their head.
People suffering from the anxiety caused by moral pressure find it difficult to relax. Now is the time for a change." I
said, "Hmm...shut up...you always talk so much after we get into bed."
He smiled and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
I said, "It's okay. Finish what you're doing, okay?"
He said, "I'd be happy to."
In the darkness of the room, he used his nimble fingers to "play" my body again. His hands
roamed all over my body, not missing an inch of my skin. I was extremely aroused and reached out to touch his big gun.
Two naked, hot bodies intertwined. His thick, long gun stood there, its big head throbbing and bulging
in a show of force...
I said, "I said, why are you always standing? Aren't you tired?"
He said, "Hehe, of course, that's why I'm so tired."
I said, "..."
He said, "Body functions, use it or lose it. If you don't use it, it will atrophy."
I said, "Nonsense."
He said, "Really, orgasm promotes secretion, maintains the elasticity of the vagina and surrounding muscles, and prevents atrophy."
We indulged in our passion. He held me close, his hands roaming over my body, making me incredibly excited.
I moaned, "Mmm...mmm...ah...so good! So good! Mmm...uh...mmm
...ah...it's so wonderful, so comfortable!"
My body felt incredibly excited, a kind of willing surrender to pleasure. I became extremely aroused. All I
could think was sensory stimulation, the ultimate pleasure, the most intoxicating unrestrained passion, and physical release.
I didn't want anything else. I became flirtatious, alluring, even a little lewd. But I knew that with him, I
was safe. I wouldn't be hurt. Enjoying fine wine and food, going home to make love leisurely, flirting casually. This
was my life. I had long ago had the right to choose this, but I hadn't made it.
He said, "Is it comfortable?"
I said, "Mmm."
He said, "Don't just keep saying 'mmm.' Tell me more about how you feel."
I said, "No. I'm embarrassed."
He said, "I love to hear it. The more explicit you are, the more excited I feel."
I whispered, "Pinch my clitoris... a little harder... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh... mmm ...
mmm... mmm..." The unprecedented excitement in my brain led to a large secretion of vaginal fluid.
He said, "You're so horny, I like you like this. Look how much juice is flowing down there."
I said, "It's all for you."
He said, "I like it. Baby, I like it. I'm happy for you when you're happy."
I said, "Thank you."
He said, "Here we go again. What are you thanking
me for?" I said, "You care so much about me. You care so much about a woman's feelings."
He said, "Nothing is more important than making a life happy. Baby, make yourself happy."
As he spoke, he slowly inserted the vibrator into my wet vagina and turned it on. The vibrator
began to vibrate inside my vagina, which was already highly engorged. His fingers twisted and turned, and every
point he touched made me unable to bear it... An orgasm overwhelmed me, and I was submerged without realizing it.
He said, "Tell me how you feel right now."
I said, "Itchy."
He said, "Where does it itch?"
I said, "The entrance."
He said, "Tell me what entrance. I want to hear you say."
I said, "My vulva.
" He said, "Is it wet?"
I said, "Mmm...wet..."
He said, "Your vulva is wet
." I said, "Yes, from the inside out, it's wet."
I groaned violently in his arms. I twisted my body, my clitoris slippery. He thrust in, making continuous
thrusts , wild lust, igniting a raging fire. I was delirious, floating on air. I was numb to the bone.
I gradually felt the magma surging, seeing the inevitable, irreversible eruption of the volcano. His
face against mine gradually became hot like boiling water. He breathed heavily, continuing to thrust wildly and powerfully, finally convulsing and bursting
inside my tight, fleshy hole .
Hot semen gushed into my vagina, only a thin sheath separating it from my cervix.
The intense lovemaking brought me immense satisfaction. We actually fell asleep holding each other tightly.
When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was. The bedroom was a little dim.
You couldn't tell if it was morning, dawn, or dusk. The surrounding buildings were very quiet. Then it was time to use the restroom.
I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, he was awake, looking at me tenderly.

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