【A Woman's Mole】(71) Author: Bo Bo Xiong Yong

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Xie Shutong, a native of northern Jiangsu, grew up on the shore of Hongze Lake. She is 26 years old this year, one year older than me. She has been married for three years and
has not yet had children. It is said that she will wait two more years before having children. After graduating from university, she worked in this state-owned enterprise. After I switched jobs,
my desk was in front of hers. She usually took good care of me. Moreover, she is beautiful, so she is very much to my
liking as a visual animal.

Before switching jobs, I stayed in the market research department, responsible for the demand forecast and market segmentation of related products.
Now I am in the product design department. Xie Shutong is mainly responsible for product design, while I am mainly responsible for
communication and coordination between market demand and product design. So I have many opportunities to deal with her at work. Actually, we are not
very busy. I am not responsible for fieldwork. I only need to receive data from colleagues and complete reports in front of the computer. She
is even more idle. Most of the designs are outsourced to small companies. She only needs to be responsible for acceptance and quality control.

When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust. So when people are idle, they tend to think of all sorts of random things. Xie Shutong appears outgoing and generous on the surface
, but deep down she's a rather traditional woman. Not long after she joined the company, at a dinner party, after
everyone had a few drinks, she complained to me that her fate seemed to have always followed a path planned by others,
smoothly leading her to where she is now. From elementary school to university, there were no dramatic, particularly exciting, or
memorable events, except for a relationship in university—her first love. It was uneventful, without any romantic moments, just a quiet,
uneventful that lasted until graduation. With her family's help, she got a job at this state-owned enterprise, and a year later, they got married
, thus beginning a "wonderful" life that her relatives and friends envied—a life of mutual respect and harmony.

I still clearly remember that when she said these things, her expression was so calm, as if
there wasn't a single emotional fluctuation in her heart. Only at the end did she let out a long sigh, followed by a heavy sigh.

At the time, I didn't understand why, if her life was so fulfilling, she would pretend to sigh so deeply. From childhood
, I longed for and dreamed of a life like hers: a warm family, a beautiful wife,
one or more children, and a comfortable environment for them to grow up in, unlike their father who
grew up without love… It wasn't

until Song Jianan reappeared that this beautiful vision in my heart was shattered. When the hurt
crossed my bottom line, the pain gnawed at my soul like a venomous snake, leaving only endless emptiness and unease
afterward .

What can dispel sorrow? Only wine. So I would go to a bar and indulge in a drunken stupor; but
I didn't know how to relieve the emptiness and unease in my heart, so I resorted to self-destruction, even fighting poison with poison. Therefore, I
told myself, I will no longer be a hypocrite.

Wearing the mask for so long, I even started to believe I was a good person; acting so much, it became
real. Wearing the mask, I played different roles every day, enacting scene after scene of tragedy and comedy. But only I
knew beneath the mask, my face was pale, my eyes helpless, and my heart empty.

I felt pathetic, so when I met the self-pitying Xie Shutong, it was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, or
cold water dripping into boiling oil—a blazing fire erupted, bursting forth with carnal passion.

One afternoon, in the bed of our secret love nest, she asked me, "By the way, you still haven't
told me where you're going after you quit your job?"

I touched her sweaty breasts and laughed, "Why are you only asking now? Were you too busy having sex with me to
ask before?"

"Pah!" She grabbed my hand and spat, scolding, "That's because I believed you were telling
the truth , so I didn't ask; I'm only asking now out of curiosity."

"I'm going to NJ for graduate school."

"Huh? Graduate school? I thought you were going to change jobs again?"

"Don't you feel stifled at work? I'll go crazy if I stay any longer!"

"No, I think it's great. The work isn't tiring, and I have a lot of free time. I quite like it!"

"Because you're a woman," I patted her face and laughed.

"You just wanted to say women have no ambition, didn't you?" she said coquettishly.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself!"

"Then will we rarely see each other in the future? Or maybe never see each other again?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Hmm?" I looked at her suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little reluctant to let go..." she said.

"Come on!" I said hastily, then smiled narcissistically, "You better not fall in love with me!"

"Pah!" she said, blushing, "I just don't know what I'll do without you?"

"Oh?" I said lewdly, "Did you really fall in love with my dick?"

"Get lost!" she said angrily, "You're shameless! If you only think about your dick, I can find
a suitable one anytime, anywhere, and it'll be even better than yours!"

She sat up angrily, glaring at me, her full breasts rising and
falling rapidly with her breath.

We stared at each other for a long time before she lowered her head and whispered, "I'm afraid of going back to the old life. In your
words, it's boring. Today and tomorrow are no different. You can guess what will happen next.
There's no passion or excitement. I'm scared, terrified..."

Her voice trembled slightly. Finally, she curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, her face buried in them. She looked
so helpless and pitiful, like a lost little girl sitting under a streetlamp...

I lifted her head, cupped her face, and said, "That's life. Either accept it,
or ... do you have the courage to get a divorce?"

She bit her lip and shook her head vigorously.

"You see, you lack courage yourself, so I can't help you at all!" I
explained . "All I can do is what I have now..."

"I understand what you're saying, but there's always a little regret in my heart... Is this
the seven-year itch ?"

I laughed, a very happy laugh, and said, "You've only been married for three years, where's the seven-year itch!"

"It has indeed been seven years since we started dating..." she explained.

Her words struck a chord deep within me. Seven years! That's a long time, yet in the
grand scheme of life, it seems insignificant.

But how many seven-year periods like that do I have? My relationship with Gu Xuan, from the time we met until it ended, with its on-and-off nature, was it really two or
three years ? Guo Ying and I were childhood sweethearts, but it only took me about two years to truly realize I loved her.
Time. I didn't even have seven years like that...

Time is truly an interesting thing. Some things become more precious the longer they are kept, like fine wine, or perhaps
the me in Guo Ying's heart? Some things, however, cannot be kept for too long, or they will mold, like Xie Shutong
's love; while some loves are like fine wine, becoming more fragrant and fulfilling with age.

"Why should we worry about the future?" I pressed my hand to her red lips, comforting her, "Since
we can't , let's just continue making love... Maybe after today, you'll get tired of me..."

She was amused by me, laughing happily. Her eyes were red as she scolded, "You're such a scoundrel!"

"Scoundrel, fuck me!" she said, biting her lip.

She was very wet today, her love juice gushing down like a clear spring, squeezing out
some , sticking to her black pubic hair.

"I haven't made love for half a month!" she whispered while changing positions.

"Oh? Why?" I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, gently rubbing it.

"I...he rarely excites me, he's so boring..." she said shyly

, biting her lip. Afraid of saying anything like "I can't bear to part with him," I lowered my head and kissed her lips, thrusting
my penis all the way in.

"We'll just make love, no romance!"

She rolled her eyes at me, then closed her eyes, moaning softly. This time, she didn't
moan as wildly as before; she seemed to be suppressing her voice, perhaps my words had angered her.

I found this kind of sex boring, so I stopped, kneading her breasts, and said, "Let's do something exciting
!"

"Hmm?" She still had her eyes closed, giving a soft "hmm.

" "You wait!"

"What are you going to do?!" she cried out, struggling.

"Damn it! You didn't moan when I was fucking you, why are you moaning now!" I pressed down on her,
grabbing and pinning them to the bed, while my right hand took her black stockings and wrapped them around her white wrists
several times, tightening them tightly.

"You pervert!" she cursed angrily, kicking her legs wildly on the bed, trying to kick me off.
Her feet kicked me repeatedly with surprising force, leaving a throbbing pain where she was kicked.

Remembering the hotel stockings in the bathroom, I jumped off the bed to get them. When I returned, she was already
sitting up, using her teeth to untie the stockings from her wrists. I yanked her over, ripped open the packaging,
grabbed her calves, and easily tied her ankles together.

One knot in the stockings on her wrists had come undone, but thankfully I had tied an extra knot. She struggled to get up, waving
the half-untied stockings, but her legs were quickly bound, rendering her powerless. Afraid she would kick
me again, I tied the untied half of the stockings to her ankles, stretching her body
into a shrimp-like shape, leaving her helplessly lying on her side on the bed.

The struggle just now seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She could only shout, "You
pervert ! You filthy pervert! Let me go!"

A sharp "smack" rang out, followed by a cry of pain, "Ah!" she cried out, "Don't hit me!
It hurts !"

"Weren't you quiet just now?" I slapped her plump buttocks hard again.

"You filthy pervert! Let me go! I'll scream, okay?!" she pleaded pitifully.

"Too late!"

I said, thrusting my penis hard into her vagina. Her vagina was a little dry, and my glans even hurt a little.

"Ah! Slow down! It's too dry!" she cried out

, wincing in pain. I ignored her and continued thrusting vigorously. After a few cries, she bit her lip and fell silent, but I
could feel her contracting her vaginal muscles, trying to torment me again.

"Relax!" I slapped her buttocks again.

"Ah! Stop hitting me!" she cried out, trembling. Her vagina suddenly opened, and I thrust
my penis , grabbing her buttocks and pumping vigorously.

The intense pleasure and novel stimulation made her groan. This position allowed for
deep ; each time I reached the bottom, she winced and cried out in pain.

"Is it good?"

"No!" she gritted her teeth. Enraged,

I flipped her ninety degrees, laying her flat on the bed.
Her weight pulled apart the stockings connecting her ankles and wrists, widening the gaps between the fabrics and making the black stockings appear
somewhat transparent.

I held her thighs, slowly inserting my penis into her vagina. Perhaps because her thighs were tightly closed, her vagina
was tight, and the pleasure from my glans was intense. I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, plunging my penis all the way in.

"Ah! It's too deep!"

"Bear with it!"

Due to the pulling of the stockings, her buttocks were lifted off the sheets, and my penis could only enter
her vagina , making it difficult to exert force. However, this angle of insertion seemed to suit her perfectly. When I thrust again, she suddenly
opened her eyes and excitedly shouted, "So good! Fuck me like this! Fuck me harder!"

I only lasted two or three minutes before I was exhausted and covered in sweat, and the muscles in my thighs were even trembling a little. She, on the other hand,
was so excited that her eyes rolled back and she was moaning loudly. I half-squatted up, putting most of my weight on her, and began to thrust
vigorously , my penis moving in and out of her foamy vagina like a pile driver.

...

"How come you're so good at this?" she asked, wiping the love juice off her genitals with the stockings.

I leaned against the headboard, smoking, and squinted at her messy genitals, laughing, "This is my first time too
..."

"Oh? You've never done this at home?" she looked up at me, asking in surprise.

"No!" I said with a wry smile, "I wouldn't play this kind of game on her..."

"Oh? But you'd be willing to play it on me?" She seemed to know what I was thinking and
said it directly.

I awkwardly touched my nose and said sheepishly, "Didn't you want some excitement? You didn't
scream when I was fucking you just now, so I thought of this..."

"Hmph! I hate you, you scoundrel!" she said, feigning anger, then chuckled, "
But was really fun, it was tense and exciting just now..."

"I seem to have forgotten something?" I frowned.

"What is it?"

"A belt! It would be even better if there was a whip!" I said with a lewd grin.

"You lecher! You rogue! You scoundrel!" she roared. "You're not allowed to use that on me! I'm afraid of pain! And you'll
find out..."

She then lowered her eyes and fell silent, her expression utterly dejected.

I, too, lowered my head in thought, pondering how to persuade Guo Ying to try bondage when we got home. I wondered
how she would scream when the whip lashed her fair buttocks after she was tied up.

...

"Do you really like it?" Guo Ying asked with a smile, blinking her beautiful eyes.

"Yes, I like it..." I replied cautiously.

"Okay, I'll tie you up first and whip you with a belt. If you still like it, I'll let you tie me up..." she said coquettishly,
biting her .

"Then forget it..." I shrank back, quickly refusing.

"So good!" she chuckled like a little fox. "How about I sing you a little tune during sex?"

"Ah! No, no!" I shook my head vigorously.

"Really?" She lay on top of me, her pert breasts gently rubbing against my chest, and grinned wickedly.

"It can't be any more fake!" I nodded.

"Hehe..." She smiled smugly, then said, "If you behave well later, I'll let you tie me up again
..."

She was dangling a carrot in front of me, so I asked, "What kind of behavior?"

"Having a baby!" she blinked.

"..." I rolled my eyes at her and said, "That's a long time from now!"

"Then you can do it sooner! After you give birth, you can tie me up however you want, and I'll be... be your
little slave girl, hehe..."

I looked at her laughing so hard, my teeth itching with hatred, and I rolled over and pinned her down, saying, "
You little vixen! See how I deal with you!"

...

When did my love for Guo Ying change? This was a question I was thinking about before going to sleep.

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