That unforgettable day of sex, our climax was with tears streaming down our faces.

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The unforgettable day of our sexual encounter, our climax was tears streaming down our faces.

It was a Saturday morning after the Spring Festival. I went to visit my former boss at my old company.
After a brief chat, another person came to visit, so I excused myself and left.
I happened to run into a former colleague, and we greeted each other and reminisced about the years we worked together.
From her, I learned that many colleagues had left, and Ah Jun had left
the company about a month after I resigned.
I felt very lost, thinking it must be related to me.
It's been a long time since I washed my car; the last time was before the holiday.
A car is like a person's face.
Like clothes, it doesn't have to be expensive, but it needs to be clean and tidy. Even if you go out wearing a fur coat worth tens of thousands of dollars, if you look
sloppy, people won't like you.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Two years ago, I met a girlfriend. One holiday, my family forced me to go to her house to give her a gift.
I was reluctant, not because I was afraid of meeting people, but because I simply didn't have any feelings for that girl.
I made a point of tidying myself up, and cleaned the car inside and out, thinking that no matter what, it
's always good to be presentable when meeting people; it's a sign of respect.
Her parents were very welcoming, inviting me to lunch.
Her grandmother held my hand, praising the young man, and then offered me dinner and a red envelope.
One of her aunts, however, left a deep impression on me. Her backside was hunched over, yet she insisted on wearing a fitted
leather jacket, especially with those several bright yellow rings on her fingers—so tacky!
During lunch, she kept criticizing her sister-in-law's house, complaining about the lighting, saying it was
n't grounded, even nitpicking the color of the curtains. Apparently, according to her, it should just be demolished and rebuilt
.
Everyone at the table ate with their heads down, barely paying attention to her.
Then, she brought it up to me, asking what I did for a living, how much I earned, and mentioning my old car
, how the son of a bureau chief in their community drove such a nice car… I mean, seriously! If my father were a bureau chief
, I'd only drive a Jetta or Santana in public, the oldest model, buy ten of them at once, and
drive one every day, rotating them daily—a new car every day, yet still discreet.
I held back.
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and started praising her son who had just been sent abroad to study at a
university probably outside the top 500. I echoed her praise, then humbly asked
how his GPA was calculated, which professor at which university he recommended, what his major was abroad, and what his job
prospects were… She immediately fell silent.
"Son, I'm sorry, it wasn't directed at you, it's just that you're such an insensitive mother…"
In , of course, it didn't work out.
Actually, my family has been very concerned about my marriage these past few years, and several attempts have failed.
I have to admit, the girls were all quite nice; it was my own lack of sincerity.
I always unconsciously compare people to Ah Jun. Too lively? No. Too quiet? No. Too
naive
No. Too scheming? No. Too fashion-conscious? And of course, definitely no. Anyone less attractive than Ah Jun. The result,
of course , is that if you don't want her, she naturally won't want you either.
After a while, I got tired of it. At the end of last year, exhausted from dealing with everyone, I
got married to a girl I'd only known on and off for less than six months, and we've set the wedding banquet for this October.
Let me reiterate: you can find a partner through dating, as long as you have sincerity and patience.
In the search for so-called true love, you can spark romances with many people, but ultimately, you can
only choose one person who is willing to spend their life with you.
Therefore, if you meet someone who is truly willing to be with you, you should date them honestly.
Even if she isn't your ideal type, or you later find
someone more ideal, as a man, you must take responsibility and actively create happiness. The essence of love
should be found in the everyday realities of life.
Don't believe in or worship the Western way of thinking; it's essentially selfish and hypocritical.
After paying a heavy price, they eventually have to return to the right path.
Your first love, your confidante, all the beautiful memories of your past can be kept in your heart. If they hurt
you, bury them even deeper.
Obviously, my heart isn't big enough; no matter how I try to hide them, they all surface easily.
Back to the main point.
When I used to travel for work, we often went to get our cars washed.
I still remember that place.
That day, there were still many people coming to get their cars washed, and there was a queue.
I saw a barbershop next door and thought I'd go in for a haircut. It seemed the owner was opening late that day;
several women were waiting to get their hair done, and it hadn't started yet.
There were no male customers in the shop; it seemed everyone was still sticking to tradition, waiting until the "Dragon Raises its Head"
festival on the second day of the second lunar month.
The owner gestured for me to sit wherever I wanted, but before I could respond, I felt a pair of bright eyes staring at me
—it was Ah Jun! Excitement, surprise, guilt, and regret were all mixed up. I stared at her, my lips moved, but I didn't
say a word.
"Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year!"
"Ah Jun, you're here too! I just needed to talk to you, come on in..."
After years of social experience, I'd become worldly and learned to play along.
I practically pushed and carried her into the car, grabbed the keys from the car wash, and without even washing the car, my face
flushed, and drove out of the city as fast as I could.
That day, we both turned off our phones, and the two of us drove slowly along a national highway in silence
. The highway was empty after the holiday, filled only with private cars.
We drove like this for over 50 kilometers.
When we reached the city boundary of D, I tuned into the local radio station.
At that time, programs that encouraged young people to confess their feelings were quite popular. They launched hotlines for young people to confess on the airwaves
, which were very popular with young people.
The segment was called something like "Say I Love You Out Loud," and it included clips from previous episodes
. Many voices repeated the same phrase, "I love you, I will always love you, you are my dearest, I will
always protect you."
The last line that came in was "I only care about you," followed by Teresa Teng's classic line, "Though time flies by
, I only care about you." Teresa seemed touched; her eyes reddened, and she tried to control herself
.
I pulled over and reached out my right hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes. She suddenly leaned in, buried her face in my shoulder, and bit me
hard .
This time, it was a real bite.
We specifically chose a hotel in a small town near the suburbs, a converted three-story private house
.
The truly wealthy owners here live in the countryside; those without money have to squeeze into the city. Of course, the wealthy
also own houses in the city.
This family is a wealthy, kind family.
Even the wealthy can live a simple life.
There's a yard in the front and a pond in the back.
Ah Jun said it was very quiet and had a special charm, saying she'd come here when she got old.
I understood; she meant it felt like home.
She spent this Spring Festival alone.
The landlady was kind and said it was good for the young couple to come out together on weekends, as her
son and daughter-in-law were always busy and never home, neglecting their children on weekends.
Ah Jun and I smiled and comforted her, saying that children and grandchildren have their own blessings.
She warmly invited us to lunch, but Ah-Jun and I politely declined and ate in town.
Ah-Jun bought some vegetables, saying she'd borrow the owner's stove and pots to cook for herself that evening, as eating out all the time was too much trouble.
I knew what she was thinking, but I pretended to be excited and said, "Oh, great! Let's stew a chicken too."
I told
myself
...A music channel was playing a music video. I wasn't interested in what it was about, but a cool
girl caught my attention. "Ah-Jun, come see! Do you have any relatives in Taiwan? Do you have any long-lost
sisters?" The girl in the music video looked a lot like Ah-Jun, especially her eyes.
Later, I Googled her and learned her name was Amber Kuo. She
seems to be famous now; I've seen her in chocolate commercials with Jaycee Chan lately.
"Yes, it's her. Want me to introduce you?"
She tried to joke, but the joke wasn't funny at all.
Her period started.
She had told me her periods were always very regular.
When we showered, I made sure to turn on the hot water first, letting the steam fill the bathroom before letting her in, so
it would be warmer.
I helped her scrub her back, and she said, "Mmm, it's been so long since I've felt this comfortable."
I scrubbed her back, thighs, shoulders, and arms, and she stood there obediently, arms outstretched, cooperating with me
. Her breasts were still so round and full; I glanced at them a few times but didn't touch them.
She carefully washed herself, tied her wet hair up on top of her head, and began to meticulously wash me, my hair
, ears, armpits, lower body, even each toe, gently and carefully wiping them.
It was like an elderly person caring for their spouse.
When we lay in bed, she kissed me proactively, sweeping her breasts from head to toe, front to
back.
When she gave me oral sex, she was also very careful, starting from my groin, not missing my testicles or anus, very patient
and meticulous, even gently tracing each tuft of hair with the tip of her tongue.
She pulled the towel on the bed closer to me, took off her underwear, and
continued to suck my penis until it was hard and erect. Then she took out a condom and put it on me.
She then squeezed some erythromycin eye ointment onto her own buttocks, and then aimed it at my penis and
sat down.
Once, twice, without success, she applied some more ointment, and guided the head of my penis to my anus, inserting it a
little bit .
She must have bought the condom when she went to town to buy groceries; it seems she had planned this all along.
"Ah Jun, let's talk for a while, okay?"
"No, I want you to fuck me!"
She squeezed my swollen penis and continued to try to push it in.
I held my breath, trying to make my penis go soft, and she noticed, so she started sucking on the condom until my penis
was hard.
"What, are you not a man today and don't want to make me feel good?"
Her words had a hostile tone; it seemed there was no escaping it.
I rolled over and laid her down, lifting and spreading her legs. I placed a pillow under a towel, raising her buttocks
to fully expose her anus, and then began to give her oral sex.
The nerves around her anus were extremely sensitive; each lick caused a slight tremor. Ah Jun's moans were
wanton, so I quickly covered her mouth. Soon, she was panting heavily, and even her vagina was
wet .
It was time.
I gripped my penis and began to actively probe her anus, one, two, three times, gradually increasing the pressure,
searching for the best angle of attack… Finally, the head of my penis went in, and the tight, enveloping pleasure sent a shiver through my body
.
Accompanied by her moans, I increased my speed, but didn't probe deeper, only the head of my penis entered a little
.
Ah Jun started pulling me in, holding my waist. How could I not know what she was thinking? I closed my eyes and thrust forward.
Ah, her mouth opened wide, and her lower abdomen trembled! "Fuck me, I want you to fuck me!"
I closed my eyes, my nose started to burn, and my eyes began to well up with tears.
I pushed forward, deeper and deeper with each thrust… I didn't try to feel the pleasure, I just wanted to ejaculate as quickly as possible, to finish as soon as possible.
Physiological pleasure is the excitation of the sympathetic nervous system, something that can't be controlled, especially this kind of
stimulation I'd never experienced before. Soon, my penis throbbed, and Ah Jun groaned loudly, panting heavily,
her hands gripping my waist tightly; she didn't want me to ejaculate outside.
Here it comes! Accompanied by Ah Jun's groans, I let out a low roar and thrust deeply into her anus, ejaculating…
My first experience with anal sex, between passion and desire, passion dominated.
Ah Jun and I had made love many times before, not because I hadn't considered anal sex, but because I
knew she had a small hemorrhoid.
Now that she had brought it up, I knowingly did it, and afterwards, I felt deeply guilty.
Perhaps because of the New Year, I hadn't rested well; after the passion subsided, I turned and leaned against Ah Jun's chest,
falling asleep .
According to Ah Jun, she slept very peacefully.
When I woke up, my hand was on Ah Jun's breasts. I don't know if I took them in my sleep
or if Ah Jun placed them there.
Ah Jun hadn't closed her eyes and remained in that position. When I opened my eyes, she was kissing my
forehead the only place she could reach, and her hand was gently stroking my eyebrows.
It felt so comforting, like my mother's gentle caress when I was a child. I was so captivated that I didn't want to wake up.
... Dinner was cooked by Ah Jun, and I busied myself helping out... Ah Jun
cooked everything we brought back that she could cook—nine dishes and a soup.
I don't know if it was intentional, but local wedding banquets usually start with nine dishes and a soup, and then
the other .
Of course, the dishes were different; it was just a coincidence, and I was probably overthinking it.
We invited the kind proprietress and the simple-minded proprietress to the table, and we toasted them, wishing them peace and
good health , just like children toasting their elders.
The older woman seemed touched; after only a few bites, she started wiping her eyes with a tissue. The older man tugged at her
sleeve , smiling sheepishly, "Let the children laugh at you."
The woman smiled through her tears, "I love these two kids. You must come again sometime."
She looked at us like we were her own children, "Young couple, live your lives well
. You're young, you have a long life ahead of you. I think you're doing well, very well."
"I want you to always remember me... never forget me!"
If our lovemaking had a theme, this would be it today.
Her left hand clung to my right, fingers interlaced, gripping tightly.
She began to give me oral sex frantically, her tongue licking passionately between my testicles and anus.
As her tongue pounded against my anus, I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah Jun, Ah Jun, don't do this,
it's all my fault, I'm so sorry..."
Ah Jun covered my mouth, tightly preventing me from continuing. I heard her soft sobs
and felt tears dripping onto my legs. I was deeply moved by her emotions. I pried her hands off, comforted her, and begged her
to stop crying.
She didn't stop, sucking on my glans and thrusting deeply into my throat several times... My eyes stung, and hot tears
welled up .
Her movements became increasingly wild, until I clenched my buttocks, and my penis trembled violently up and down... When
my penis stopped, she was still sucking. I touched her chin and made her look up. She was a tearful mess
! A trace of semen spilled from the corner of her mouth. She licked it into her mouth, and I clearly watched her swallow it.
My eyes were blurry with tears, and I couldn't think of anything to say. "Ah Jun, don't be like this."
I got up to hug her, but she pushed me down forcefully, wiped her tears, and forced a smile. "Again
!"
She lowered her head and sucked my penis into her mouth, stroking it with one hand and pressing the other against my nipple, flicking it rapidly.
I felt ashamed and rolled over to hug her, gently patting her back. "Ah Jun, it's my fault. I
can marry you!"
She shook her head desperately, turned her face to kiss me, and said, "You won't, and I won't marry you either."
I was speechless.
Yes, could I really make this decision...? She rested her head on my arm, having calmed
down .
She took out her phone, leaned her head against me, and took a few close-up photos. Seeing the undried tears in the corners of my eyes, she turned
and kissed them away, then took a few more.
She didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say either.
The phone played a familiar intro, Liu Xijun's version of "I Only Care About You": If I hadn't met you,
where would I be? How would my days be? Would I cherish life? Perhaps I'd know someone, living an ordinary
life. I wonder if I'd also have love as sweet as honey. Let time flow by... I only care about you, willingly letting myself be infected by your
presence. How many true friends can one find in a lifetime? Losing the strength of life wouldn't be a pity. So I beg you, don't let me
leave you. I can't feel a single trace of affection without you. If one day you say you're about to leave, I'll lose
myself, wandering into the boundless sea of people. I don't need any promises, just to be together every day. I can't live on just fragments of memories.
Let time flow by... I only care about you, willingly letting myself be infected by your presence. How many people in life can find a true friend? Even
losing the strength of life wouldn't be a pity. So I beg you, don't let me leave you. I can't feel a single trace of
affection without you. I was already overwhelmed with emotion. We no longer suppressed our feelings, holding each other tightly, letting our tears blur our vision
… That weekend, for two days, we woke up together, brushed our teeth together, tidied the room together
, went out together, bought groceries together, helped the old lady feed the chickens together, cooked together,
ate , showered together, made love together—everything was together. As the old lady said, we were living our lives together
… Afterwards, she never contacted me again.
I went to the car wash where I met her several times, but I never saw her again.
I thought that if I carefully inquired around the area, or waited on the nearby main road, I would definitely
find Ah Jun, but I didn't do that.
I told myself, let fate decide, don't be so sentimental.
Later, when I went to karaoke, besides watching other people perform, I would also take the initiative to go on stage and sing
Leslie Cheung's version of "When Love Has Become the Past" under the influence of alcohol.
After a few times, I knew the lyrics by heart, but I would always start to choke up before I was even halfway through. Although I sang off-key and out of tune
, I could always make a lot of the girls who went with me cry.
Let bygones be bygones; life has been full of storms. Though memories cannot be erased, love and hate still linger in my heart.
Truly, let go of the past and let tomorrow continue. Please stop relentlessly pursuing my news. Love is a difficult problem,
dazzling and mesmerizing. Forgetting the pain might be possible, but forgetting you is far too difficult. You have never truly left; you are always in my heart. I
still love you. I am powerless against myself because I still have dreams. I still hold you in my heart. I am always easily
moved by the past; I always feel heartache for you. Don't linger; my unintentional tenderness in the years is boundless. Don't ask if we will meet again,
don't care if my words are insincere. Why don't you understand that where there is love, there is pain? One day you will know that life without me will
not be different. Life has already passed too quickly; I am so afraid, always with teary eyes. Forget me, and there will be no pain. Leave the past in the wind
…
[The End]

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