I actually don't like one-night stands.

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As usual, I finished work around six or seven, bought a casual dinner, and watched the boring news. Alone

in a high-rise building in a remote corner of Taipei, I could see the brightly lit Shin Kong Mitsukoshi department store across the window.

Beautiful high-rise, beautiful apartment, housing a city woman who is nominally married but practically single!

I stripped naked and leaned against the glass, looking down. On the tenth floor, no one should see my exposed body. Even if they did, so what? Come on, come see me naked! I shouted inwardly, while below, amidst the bright lights and bustling city, no one's heart would flutter a beat because of my rising desire and loneliness!

Dear Taipei, are you, like me, naked and lonely tonight?

A tiny bit of expectation flickered within me—that someone would ring the doorbell, and I could tease them through the door… But fantasies are just fantasies; life isn't an R-rated movie!

Watching TV was boring, and I had already rejected work. Around eight o'clock, outside of my work hours, the cells of my nightlife were awakened again.

Like a full moon bringing a transformation, tonight is Sandra's time to transform!

Originally planning to go dancing at a pub, I had a sudden inspiration—I decided to find a seemingly respectable boy, tease him, and ultimately end the night with passion.

With this thought, my spirits lifted, and I began dressing: I found a black halter-neck V-neck camisole, revealing a black bra, added a black leather jacket and a shiny silver tight leather skirt, and my ever-present black stilettos…

All in black, I blended into the blackness of Taipei…

I arrived at a pub, small and not well-known, with no dancing area, but the men there were quite bold and charming.

I sat at the bar, legs crossed, sipping my wine glass…

"Looking for prey again?" the bartender, my good friend Annee, asked with a smile.

I gave a noncommittal hum.

"You shouldn't shorten the lifespan of innocent people if you have nothing better to do..." she said with a smile as she washed the cups.

"I'll do it anyway!" I pouted and replied half-jokingly.

Annee is my best friend, and also my protector in that pub. She would coldly observe my "progress," and if anything went wrong, she would immediately chase away any inconsiderate perverts. Because of her, I could dress boldly without worry.

Of course, after work, her life was just as exciting as mine!

"You can take your clothes off now!" she deliberately whispered, trying to provoke me.

I smiled, unbuttoned my coat confidently, rested my chin on my hand, lightly sucked on a straw, and rested my chest on the table, revealing part of my breasts and cleavage... I could feel the gazes from around us!

Annee and I chatted and laughed, and several men dared to approach us, but I gave them all a cold shoulder and worked with Annee to chase them away.

I noticed a young man sitting alone at the next table, drinking. He had three bottles of beer in front of him, and at first glance, he looked alright. I winked at Anne, grabbed my coat and drinks, stood up, and walked over to him…

“Hi!” I greeted him.

He looked up, seemingly a little surprised.

“Hi!” he said.

“May I sit down?” I said with a smile.

“Of course, please sit down, please sit down.” He quickly half-stood up and pulled me to sit down.

He was a young man, around twenty-five years old, with delicate features, wearing a thick Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt, casually dressed, and seemed like a nice person. He tried to be polite, but his eyes kept glancing at my low-cut top. I didn't mind and chatted casually with him.

His name was Allen, and he had just entered the design industry.

We chatted about pubs, music, and a little bit of art… (I'm pretty bad at art.)

I sensed he was starting to want to talk about something more exciting, so I played along and started talking about boyfriends, girlfriends, sex, and one-night stands…

“I think one-night stands are awful,” I said.

“What?” He suddenly looked up, having been glancing at me furtively.

“Really! Don’t you think it’s dangerous, unclean, and promiscuous?” I said seriously.

He seemed a little disappointed and like he’d discovered the truth, but not wanting me to notice, he changed the subject. I played along and talked about walking the dog, though we were both clearly distracted.

“So, you really don’t do one-night stands, right, Sandra?” he said, almost as if trying to deliver a final blow.

“Yeah, I’m a staunch opponent,” I said with a smile.

I could clearly see his eyes darken.

I suppressed the urge to laugh and spit out my food, and slowly said, "I really, really... hate one-night stands."

As I said this, I kicked off my right high heel, straddled his thighs, and lightly touched his crotch with my toes...

The expression on his face was classic, a scene I want to relive every time I think about it: first, his eyes widened, he glanced at me, quickly looked down, and then began to take deep breaths as my foot moved...

I was already about to burst out laughing, but I still spoke to him gently, "Allen, you don't seem like the kind of guy who likes one-night stands, do you?"

"What?...Um...yes..." He blushed, unable to concentrate on answering.

"I like men like that the most, men who don't just sleep with any random girl they meet at a hotel, really." "Um...I...I really'm not like that." He managed to utter this with difficulty.

I smiled seductively and pulled my foot back, "Allen, you're such a good man," I said.

He let out a deep breath: "Hmm, you flatter me, Sandrea..." "I want to see where this rare, one-of-a-kind man in Taipei who doesn't want a one-night stand lives!" I said, leaning forward half-coquettishly.

His face went blank again. I bet he was thinking about my cleavage right now!

"Hmm, you...would you like to come to my place?" he said, feigning expertise.

I smiled and nodded.

He paid and led me out, and Anne and I exchanged a funny face.

When we got to his place, before going in, I said again: "Allen, you definitely don't want a one-night stand, right?"

He looked confused but still replied: "Yeah, I'm not that kind of person!" Once inside, I deliberately asked him to pour me some hot water. While he went to pour it, I took off my camisole and leather skirt, leaving me only in a black bra, thong, and high heels, casually pretending to look at the paintings in his living room. He took the water and walked behind me. I heard him gasp softly.

I turned around, smiled ingratiatingly, took the water, took a sip, and smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you, you're so kind." His eyes darted back and forth between my face and body; I could tell he was torn!

I picked up the glass properly again, took another sip, and then, with an incredibly fake gesture, let out a soft gasp:

"Ah!" He spilled water, it landed on my chest. The water ran down my bra and down my lower body... "Allen, I'm sorry, I spilled the water..." I deliberately moved closer to him.

"Come on, let me help you wipe it..." He frantically grabbed a bunch of tissues and started wiping my stomach and thighs, his eyes never daring to look up.

"My chest is wet too, oh my god!" I bent over and leaned closer to his hand.

He started wiping my chest, so engrossed that he kept wiping even though there was no water left... We were very close, I could feel his heavy breathing and the dramatic rise and fall of my chest. I could almost feel him struggling with his inner demons, waiting for the moment he would unleash the beast within him!

Sure enough, it didn't take long before he suddenly threw away the tissues and grabbed my hand... "Sandrea, I'm sorry, I really can't take it anymore..." Then, he took off his shirt and started unzipping his pants.

I deliberately refused, saying in a coquettish voice, "No...don't you hate one-night stands the most?" He quickly stripped naked, his penis throbbing. He roughly pushed down my bra strap, and my bra slipped down slightly, revealing my breasts almost completely. My hand boldly touched the base of his penis, gently kneading it...

"Allen...I hate one-night stands the most...this is wrong...right?" I continued.

"Yes, yes, yes..." he responded, his hands busy pulling at my bra strap.

I pulled my hand away, and my bra fell to the ground, my breasts completely exposed.

"You're so naughty...you didn't want a one-night stand, why are you taking my clothes off?" I smiled seductively, my hand still kneading his penis.

He reached out to touch my breasts...he had only touched them a little when he suddenly screamed, "Ah! Ah...ah..." He pushed my hand away, cupped his penis in his own hand, and ejaculated!

I watched him finish his orgasm!

He blushed, kept his head down, and kept apologizing, asking me to wait for him before running into the bathroom. I heard him turn on the water, and I felt a surge of laughter and accomplishment.

About fifteen minutes passed, and I started to feel a bit cold, so I put on my leather jacket. Wondering why he hadn't finished yet, I quietly slipped into his bathroom, which was slightly ajar… He was showering, rubbing his penis as he did so, clearly trying to get it hard. I coughed at the doorway, and he turned to look at me. Suddenly, I pulled off my jacket, leaving me only in a thong and high heels. I slowly unfastened the thong, took small steps towards him, put the thong around his neck, and pulled him slowly forward while I backed away…

I watched his penis rapidly swell and harden. I don't know if it's considered fast for a guy to get an erection within fifteen minutes, but I actually saw it that day!

I hooked my underwear around his neck, and we walked to the living room like that!

He suddenly pushed me down onto the sofa and began kissing me passionately… a kiss after a long period of teasing, filled with a pent-up pleasure! We kissed wildly, clinging tightly to each other, kissing until we were a little dizzy, still greedily sticking out our tongues, wanting more, more…

He stopped kissing, lifted my legs, placed my feet on his shoulders, and raised my hips slightly. I could clearly see my high heels in the air… that lewd scene made my desire burn even faster!

He adjusted the angle, rubbing the head of his penis against my labia… In the midst of the excitement and pleasure, I deliberately said, “No… you can’t… we agreed not to have one-night stands… right?” I kept saying that, while handing him a pre-opened condom.

“Right… I hate one-night stands the most…” he said, aiming and inserting it!

“Ah… you’re still inserting… ah… ah… ah…” I exclaimed.

“Sandrea… this isn’t a one-night stand… I hate one-night stands the most…” he muttered as he thrust in and out.

"You...you're still...ah...ah...it's so annoying..." I moaned with my eyes closed.

"How could that be...I didn't..." he said incoherently.

His hands gripped my thighs, thrusting rhythmically, and I watched my high-heeled legs sway in the air...perhaps because my buttocks were slightly raised, each thrust felt like it went all the way in, making me involuntarily cry out.

One hand would sometimes play with my breasts, sometimes caress my thighs and waist, and then return to both hands gripping my buttocks tightly and thrusting forcefully...

"Ah...ah...so deep...ah..." My excitement surged, and I couldn't help but start moaning lewdly.

"Sandrea...you're so tight...oh...so good..." "No...you can't do this...ah...let me go..." "Okay...let you go, just a little more...oh...God! I'm going to die...oh...oh..." He thrust harder and harder, each thrust making me feel like I was being pushed even deeper. I tried to remain rational and say something deliberate, but each thrust made me moan even more uncontrollably.

"You...you're so bad...ah...I can't...I can't...ah..." "It's okay...sandrea...just a moment...oh...God!" "No...no...I don't want a one-night stand...ah..." "It's okay...it's okay...oh...you're so tight..." His hands were already grabbing at my breasts, his waist seemed to be using all his strength to thrust, his whole body thrusting forcefully, faster and faster...I was being penetrated and panting, my hair was flapping wildly.

"I'm almost there...okay...sandrea..." he said breathlessly.

"No...no..." Waves of excitement surged!

"I want...I want...ah...okay...I'm almost there..." "No...no...no no no no no...ah...ahhhhhh..." With his regular and rapid thrusting, each "no" of mine became more and more urgent and sharp, until finally it was a complete panting moan.

He accelerated his thrusts, gripping my breasts tightly with both hands. Suddenly, he tightened his grip and ejaculated inside the condom! The warmth and the throbbing... I gasped in surprise, my fingers digging deep into his back before slowly relaxing... He lay down, half-pressing on top of me, and we both breathed heavily.

"Sandrea, you're so good, so good..." he said, close to my face.

"You're so bad, I told you I didn't want a one-night stand..." I said, feigning anger, "How are you going to make it up to me?"

He smiled, a smile like that of a tyrant satisfied with his lust: "Tell me, whatever you want!" I smiled, remained silent, and after lying down for a while, I did the same aftermath: shower, get dressed... I asked him to take me home in a taxi; after all, there should be some price to pay after having fun, and I didn't want to be raped by a taxi driver dressed like this!

That night, I fell asleep with a full heart.

The Taipei night scene still evokes desire, teasing, and satisfaction. Do the people of this city use this as their language to interpret Taipei?

【over】

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