primitive wildness

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On a foreign island, amidst the differences in customs and lifestyles, a sense of intimacy and security was essential.
He always held me tightly, just to make me feel safe, and he showed a special desire for my body.

We loved making love while traveling. When traveling, my body felt even more alluring and
mysterious we were always exceptionally passionate. From hotels and parks to beaches, these were our wild and unrestrained places.

We couldn't wait to explore every inch of soil and grass. Being together often brought new and interesting
things, like the island's cats enjoying their walks, the sheep outnumbering the residents, the sea breeze, or discovering a pristine coastline
after . Because of him, everything became fun, and every scene was
unbelievably beautiful.

The island was far south in the sea, where the nights were particularly enveloping. After nine o'clock,
it was so quiet that you could almost hear sounds from planets light-years away, or like
waves on the dimly lit harbor path.

Just a simple stroll, a breath of fresh air, that's all. But that's hard to find in Taipei. Here, the entire
coastline was lulled to sleep by the moonlight. We felt like we were standing on the very edge of the world. I really wanted to
write our love on the sea and let the waves share it with the whole world.

I truly love him, but I don't want to say it yet. I want to prove it with each passing day.

We only went to Thailand for four days, but it felt like we only stayed for four hours. Time flew by so quickly that I didn't
want to leave. I just wanted to stay on the island alone with him and continue our idyllic life. But my rational side reminded
me that his girlfriend was urging him to go back to Taiwan...

This woke me up. He will always belong to someone else. I shouldn't have such a strong possessiveness. He will leave me sooner or later.

However, in front of Xiao P's friends, I seemed like his real girlfriend because Xiao P only took me
to meet his buddies, while his real girlfriend never went out with them. I asked Xiao P
why he only took me.

"I don't know," Xiao P said. "Every time I go out, I think of you. I don't know who else to take besides you."
I think it's probably because my outgoing personality makes it easy for me to get along with everyone!

That day, when we were drinking with a group of friends and almost passed out, he helped me to the parking lot, got me into the car,
started the engine, and as he turned to back the car, he found the entire parking lot empty. Already quite drunk, he pulled
the handbrake, turned off the headlights, and looked at me, half-drunk and half-awake.

That day, I was wearing a cropped top that revealed half my waist and a mini skirt, all white. My
slender figure made him restless. He unbuttoned my bra, and looking at my pink bra, I
felt his heart race instantly. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out
and touched me through the lace trim above my bra. Although it was a little sweaty, the full curves made him unable to resist caressing me.

He moved closer, his mouth like a suction cup, pressing tightly against my breasts, while his tongue, like a hundred-pace snake, darted out from between my
teeth , reaching my nipples, licking and circling them. His bold movements
reawakened my desire, and my body writhed like a snake, moaning incessantly. He stopped,
watching me silently. My consciousness was blurred by the alcohol, but my body was clear, so I asked in a daze,
"What are you doing?"

He smiled wickedly and said, "I want to devour you!"

"Huh? Here?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Someone might see us in the car," I said.

"No, no one's here."

His hands were still restless, constantly stroking my hair, neck, and arms. It felt soft, and my heart warmed
. I nestled in his arms like a little bird, feeling his body heat, listening to his heartbeat, my desire rising
with each breath.

Slowly, he removed my miniskirt and camisole. He gently caressed my smooth body, his hand quietly sliding to
my breasts, cupping my entire breast, gently kneading and rotating it from outside the bra, then occasionally
squeezing it with just the right amount of force. A surge of desire, like an electric shock, ignited within me, and my breathing quickened.
His hands, not about to let me go, had already reached my back, quickly unhooking my bra and sliding it down.

He kissed my lips, our tongues teasing each other.

Slowly, he began to thrust forward, and from his rapid breathing, I
knew he was enjoying the pleasure of intercourse.

I felt a burning heat and excitement throughout my body and began to moan…

We were lost in the pleasure of lovemaking for over ten minutes. Finally, he held me tightly,
slowly releasing his burning love into me.

Those who have seen Titanic should remember the scene where Jack and Rose left their handprints on the train window.
That's when finally understood why the train was fogged up—it was the heat from our breathing;
the more intense our passion, the more fogged the window became.

That day, I also followed Rose's example and left a handprint on the car window, a testament to our passion...

I mentioned at the beginning that Little P was the one who completely ignited my wild sexual desires, because besides
places I'd never tried before like the courtyard, the toilet, and the car, the most outrageous thing was that we'd done it in a "dark alley."

That night, as we were walking from the pub towards the parking lot, Little P suddenly reached out and hugged me,
saying, "Want to do something exciting?"

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"Dare to say it!" Little P deliberately provoked me.

"What? How am I supposed to know if I dare if you don't tell me?" I asked.

"Come with me." Little P said, pulling me towards a very dark alley.

He pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately, from my face, ears, neck, shoulders to my chest.

"You don't mean to do it here, do you?" I asked him in surprise.

"That's why I asked you if you dare?" Little P said, his hands never stopping. His hands kept
stroking my chest, back, and buttocks, and even slipped his hand inside my skirt...

I tried to stop Little P's hands and said, "But what if the paparazzi take pictures here?"

He was like a maddened beast, completely ignoring my concerns, and panted as he said, "If you bury your head
in my chest, no one will take pictures of your face." As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked my skirt again. He
loved to stroke my round, perky buttocks, saying that when I wore a thong, it made my buttocks look perfect.

He lifted my skirt, pulled down my thong, and began to thrust into me without restraint. I was pressed against
the wall, receiving his relentless pounding. He changed to attacking from behind, wild as a thirsty
beast , tearing and devouring me mercilessly…

After the passion subsided, I discovered my knees were scraped and bleeding.

It was truly a thrilling game. But with Xiao P, I always dared to embrace all sorts of passionate
games. Some people said I was bewitched, otherwise how could I be so unrestrained! I think maybe so! I was like someone addicted to
Xiao P, taking bite after bite, even if it meant being his mistress, I was willing.

But even if I was willing to compromise, the truth couldn't stay hidden forever.

Once, I called Xiao P, but unexpectedly, his girlfriend answered.

"Hello, where are you?"

the other party coldly replied, "Who are you looking for?" It was a clear female voice. As soon as

I heard it was a girl, my first thought was, "Oh no! It's his girlfriend."

"Sorry, wrong number." I quickly hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I noticed my hands were trembling and my heart was pounding. With a woman's intuition,
I had a strong premonition that things were about to end between me and Xiao P. The thought of losing
him flashed through my mind, along with all the sweet and passionate moments we shared. That night, I cried myself to sleep, clutching my blanket.

Sure enough, I received a breakup call from Xiao P later. He simply told me that his girlfriend had found out
about me, so he had no choice but to leave me.

I should have acted like most women, yelling and screaming, "Why did you leave me?
Why can't you be with me?" Maybe if I had learned from those dramatic outbursts, Xiao P wouldn't have left me
…

But I didn't do that.

I calmly wished Xiao P happiness. I knew this would be the outcome; he was never meant to be
mine. We were so happy together, and I wanted him to go back to his girlfriend—that was our agreement
.

After hanging up, I cried my heart out.

After the tears and the pain subsided, I sent him a text message.

"...I just cried. I thought I wouldn't cry, but I didn't expect to be so sad. But I
still respect your choice, and I sincerely hope you can be happy. You must be happy! Otherwise... I will definitely
take you back without hesitation."

I know my own personality very well. Even if I had really taken Xiao P back then, I might not have been happy,
because I can't ignore other people's sadness, nor can I justify taking over. I know what is
right and what is wrong. My concession might just be to legitimize my immoral behavior and make myself feel better
, but I'm still so disappointed. However, the disappointment is temporary, because the beautiful memories are already in my heart,
and no one can take them back. As for this man who ignited my primal instincts, I've decided to spend a lifetime
remembering him. For me, that's enough.

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