Sleepless Night

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In a corner of the small town under the night sky, on an old clock tower, two rusty hands met at midnight. With a deep, resonant chime, a new day began.

In a secluded alleyway corner of the city, I got out of a taxi without even looking, tossing a bill into the driver's hand. Ignoring his words, I hurriedly ran into the dark alleyway beside the road. As

soon as I disappeared into the darkness, almost instantly, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. A torrent of urine gushed out—the pent-up urge that had lasted all night finally released. The exhilarating relief almost made me groan aloud.

Just as I was halfway through urinating, amidst the soft patter, I suddenly heard the rapid sound of high heels hitting the concrete. I hesitated for a moment, then realized the sound seemed to be coming from the alleyway!

Someone was coming! And it was a woman! This discovery forced me to stop urinating halfway through. Before I could even pull up my pants and fasten my belt, the owner of those high heels appeared in the alley.

What to do? My pants were already loose after I'd urinated halfway out, and they kept slipping down without me holding them up. But the situation didn't allow me to do that. Imagine: in the dead of night, in a dark alley, a man reeking of alcohol had his hands on his waistband, and his pants looked like they were about to fall off at any moment. The belt swaying in the shadows looked like a monster's tentacles. A woman in that situation would probably scream for help, right?!

The woman in the high heels walked quickly with her head down, as if she had something important to do. Luckily, she did, and my embarrassing situation went unnoticed.

But if things continued like this, I'd be arrested as a pervert sooner or later. What should I do?

In a moment of inspiration, I quickly put my hands in my pockets and grabbed my slipping pants, then turned around and walked ahead of the woman as if nothing had happened.

That way, she'd only see my back and wouldn't notice my pants were almost down, right?

All this talk, but it all happened in an instant. The woman practically stumbled into the alley, and as I slowly walked out, hands in my pockets and pants up, she seemed to only then realize there was someone there.

Although her "Ah" was very soft, it was enough to make my tense nerves tremble. To my surprise, the woman behind me seemed to be a very young girl.

I instinctively wanted to turn around, but embarrassingly, with my hands in my pockets and barely holding up my pants, my gait was very awkward. The moment I turned my head, a strange atmosphere filled the dark alley.

I needed to avoid being mistaken for a midnight pervert, so I decided to let it go. Maybe the woman behind me was a resident of one of these buildings; she'd go up to her apartment when she got there. After she left, I could finish urinating later.

So, I deliberately acted nonchalant and slowly strolled forward—only by walking slowly could I ensure my pants wouldn't fall down.

Strangely, the sound of high heels behind me slowed down, as if they weren't planning to pass me. After a moment's thought, I realized: psychologically speaking, people are always more afraid of things behind them. Perhaps my walking style had frightened them, causing their pace to now be almost identical to mine. Judging from the sound, they were about three to five meters away.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head. Then, remembering that someone was still watching me, I continued to pretend to be nonchalant and move forward.

The "clack, clack" of footsteps was slowed down to maintain distance, allowing me to imagine how long and slender the legs in those shoes must be. In that slow, rhythmic pace, I vaguely felt something was off.

While pondering this thought, I walked straight ahead for a while. When I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the stairwell at the end of the alley, an urge to slap my forehead suddenly arose, accompanied by an idea.

I didn't know when the woman behind me would get home. Similarly, if I pretended to be a resident and went into any stairwell, letting her go first, I wouldn't be in this mess!

Thinking this, I immediately turned and went into a stairwell, then deliberately made my footsteps heavy, slowly making my way upstairs at my previous unhurried pace.

Sure enough, the sound of high heels hesitated slightly, then picked up speed, almost running past the stairwell where I was hiding, heading forward.

I breathed a sigh of relief; once the woman was gone, I could go out and take care of the rest of my piss.

But just then, the sound of high heels abruptly stopped. I listened intently for a moment, as if everything before had just been a hallucination.

Holy crap, what's going on? Did I run into a real bad guy?

With the spirit of saving a life being more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, I hastily buckled my belt, not even bothering to straighten it, and rushed downstairs back into the alley.

The woman hadn't gone far before falling silent. What had happened? Holding my breath,

I cautiously made my way into the darkness ahead, still wondering. After about five or six meters, the sounds that kept pounding in my chest returned: the rustling of fabric, the clinking of zippers and buttons, faintly came from a stairwell ahead. I continued forward, and a moment later, I heard the sound of liquid hitting the cold concrete floor.

Could she also be…?

The thought seemed absurd, but the closer I got, the clearer the truth became.

Reaching the stairwell entrance, I cautiously peeked inside. Sure enough, just as I'd suspected, this woman was here to take care of her business, just like me.

The woman seemed to be holding her pee with great difficulty, so much so that she couldn't help but groan. Amidst the soft, gurgling sound of urination, the groan was incredibly alluring, and I shamefully got an erection… Thinking back on our ridiculous behavior earlier, I realized I had just been overthinking things. If I had known, I would have just continued urinating, and she could have simply found a place to relieve herself. There was no need for us to walk such a long way and almost wet our pants in the end.

I chuckled softly, preparing to back away to find a place to finish my pee, but as I stepped back, I bumped into a nearby can with a loud thud. The noise was deafening in the quiet environment!

"Who is it!" A panicked woman's voice immediately echoed in the hallway.

"Don't be afraid, sister, I'm a good person. I didn't mean to peep at you peeing, uh, I really didn't mean to…" I forced myself to jump out, but my mind couldn't find the right words to defend myself.

"Don't come any closer! I'm going to scream!" She was clearly terrified, and the gurgling sounds of her urination became intermittent.

"Don't scream, don't scream, I won't come over, just take your time... take your time..." I spread my hands in front of me, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Ah!~~~ Help..." Unfortunately, nothing could stop the situation from escalating. Before she could utter her first complete sentence, I lunged forward and covered her mouth with my hand.

I thought that gently covering her mouth would calm her down, but when I touched her cheeks, her resistance was far more intense than I had anticipated.

Faced with this out-of-control situation, I could only hold her tightly with both arms to reduce her struggle, and while covering her mouth, I whispered soothingly in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay, I didn't mean any harm, I didn't mean any harm..."

The woman in my arms struggled, so I used various positions to restrict her movement. I don't know how long we struggled like this, but after I finally subdued her in a strange position, we were both sweating profusely.

The woman's damp hair clung to my face, and the smooth touch of her skin made my heart flutter. Coming back to my senses, I looked at the woman in my arms. I was holding her in a position like holding a child to urinate, my arms wrapped between her long, beautiful legs, pressing her tightly against my chest. Even through several layers of clothing, I could still vaguely feel the warm, smooth touch.

Just as I was secretly enjoying these erotic sensations, a soft, drizzling sound rang out again amidst our heavy breathing.

I knew that sound all too well. After that physical contact with the opposite sex, my penis was already as hard as an iron rod, and it was really difficult to urinate now. Since it wasn't me urinating, it must be the woman in my arms.

In the chilly early autumn night, I stood in the dark stairwell, tightly embracing a young, unfamiliar woman as if holding a baby to urinate. She, in the arms of this strange man, urinated in an extremely shameful position. Just thinking about it made my breath catch in my throat.

Perhaps she was truly terrified; tears streamed down her face as she lost control of her bladder. Two warm, slightly cool streams of liquid flowed over my hand that was covering her mouth. When I realized this, a wave of guilt washed over me, my heart softened, and my grip loosened.

The sound of the dripping finally softened from a surging to a gentle murmur, followed by an uncontrollable shudder from the woman in my arms—enough to show how... Suddenly, the woman in my arms strained, and my relaxed hands slipped from her grasp. Before I could regain control, everything went black, my nose stung, and a headbutt struck me squarely in the face!

I couldn't help but release my grip on my nose, and she was thrown to the ground by my sudden movement. The attack caused us both intense pain, but due to my physical advantage, I pounced on her again before she could recover. This

time we rolled around together, and the burning pain from the blow to my nose ignited a surge of anger within me.

I pinned her down from behind, then pulled out my belt and tied her hands behind her back. After making sure she was under control again, I slightly loosened my grip on her mouth.

"You bitch! I told you I meant no harm, and you still attacked me! Ouch, if you had broken my nose, I'd have dealt with you!"

"Let go... um, I... I'll..." I could vaguely hear her words through my fingers. Her beautiful body writhed beneath me, clearly showing she wasn't going to let it go.

"If you keep arguing, I'll really get angry!" The stinging pain from my nose almost brought tears to my eyes.

"You...uh...uh..." The other person continued to struggle.

I kept sniffling to relieve the pain while considering how to handle the situation. By

some twist of fate, what started as just going into this alley to urinate had turned into this mess. Even if it was just a misunderstanding before, the current situation made it hard to believe it was a misunderstanding: in the struggle, my pants had fallen down to my ankles, and the other person hadn't had time to put on underwear, leaving her lower body completely exposed. Anyone with a normal body would immediately assume I was a criminal if they saw me, naked and pinned behind a woman with her hands tied behind her back, looking like a vicious criminal. It seemed my identity as the bad guy was confirmed.

What was worse was that she kept struggling. I was on top of her with my naked lower body, our bodies barely separated by a thin skirt, constantly rubbing against each other. This constant rubbing made my penis painfully hard, and my chest felt like it was about to explode.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." The woman continued her futile struggles, and my pent-up anger seemed to find an outlet, surging forth. A thought quickly took hold of my mind.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't stop struggling, I'll pee on you!"

I thought this would have a special effect, but all I got in return was her shaking her head and even more violent struggles.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

After counting to three in her ear, she remained unmoved. Okay, negotiations had broken down.

There's a saying, "If civilization isn't civilized enough, then let barbarity become even more barbaric." Since negotiation was useless, I might as well resort to punishment.

Since I had already forced myself to hold back a large amount of pee halfway through, now, fueled by my anger, this remaining liquid would be the first step in my punishment!

My throbbing erection made urination difficult, but after a few moments of buildup, the urge to urinate returned, bringing a sense of pleasure. The surging urine gushed from my urethra, hitting her genitals hard.

In this state, I felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure, as if through this fluid, I had penetrated the body of the woman beneath me.

This surging fantasy made my erection even harder, and the muscles around my perineum involuntarily twitched. Under this influence, the urine, like ejaculated semen, gushed into her body in even more forceful waves.

When the urine had dissipated, I observed the woman beneath me with satisfaction, only to find that she was no longer struggling?

Had she fainted? A chill ran down my spine, and I instinctively released my hand and checked her nose.

Thankfully, she was still breathing, and quite heavily at that.

She stopped struggling, and I didn't pull my hand back up. Silently, I untied the leather straps binding her hands, and we lay there, ignoring the filthy liquid and dust on the floor. My satin undergarments were soaked, my sheer long dress clung to my skin, and my shirt, damp with sweat, stirred a strange emotion within me in the empty hallway.

"Um, I really didn't mean to… well, now even I don't believe what I'm saying." I tried to explain, but words failed me, and reality proved too harsh.

The woman beneath me didn't speak, but her tense body told me it wasn't over.

A gust of wind blew, and we both shivered from the sweat, but the cool air only intensified the heat of our bodies touching, drawing my attention to her form. I'd

been so focused on the struggle that I hadn't noticed how shapely the body beneath me was!

Two soft, fleshy breasts, though pressed against the cold ground through their clothing, heaved violently as if in defiance. Her sheer dress, though disheveled, revealed smooth skin and a wasp waist—a beauty that nothing could obstruct. Her round, full buttocks, damp with previous fluids, were warm, slippery, and full, bringing an intoxicating pleasure whenever my penis accidentally brushed against them.

My God, she was such a beauty! I must have been blind.

As my thoughts wandered, my hands, gradually losing control, climbed over her proud breasts through her smooth satin bra, one hand on each. Large as fruits, their texture delicate and soft, I spread my fingers wide and kneaded them wantonly, my palms glistening with snowy smoothness. Within this moist, plump expanse, two small, firm nipples rolled like cherry pits between the waves of her breasts.

Her breasts seemed incredibly sensitive, suddenly falling into my clutches. The beauty beneath me let out a soft "woof," her body twisting slightly, as if struggling, or perhaps enjoying it. After a while, we were both tingling with pleasure, our clothes glistening with sweat, making soft, lewd sounds.

She trembled and whimpered for a moment, then turned her head to gasp for breath, her forehead and neck glistening with sweat. She seemed about to unleash a torrent of curses.

"You... ah... ah... shameless... ah... you dare to..."

Before she could finish a sentence, I guided my long-awaited erection into her thighs. My fingertips touched the glistening, slippery flesh; it was already soaked with white fluid.

I roughly parted her long, slender legs, my erection pressing against her tender vulva, the warm, moist jade pot right before my eyes.

"Who...are...you...and what are you doing here..."

The beauty beneath me gasped, her breasts heaving, her eyes misty with a hint of anger, her expression utterly captivating. I stopped what I was doing, propped myself up on my arms, and stared intently at her, saying each word clearly:

"I!have!you!"

With a "squeak," my raging dragon plunged deep into her muddy jade pot, the beauty beneath me arching her head back, letting out an "ah" that quickly turned into a soft, seductive moan, not loud but incredibly alluring.

I tightened my grip on her slender waist, slowly and carefully scraping her, each thrust retreating to the entrance, letting her sticky jade pot naturally close, her wet flesh half-clamping, half-dangling the tip of my penis, then, with the slick fluid of her vagina, I thrust all the way in, the tip of my penis seemingly hitting something layered like a flower crown, making a sticky "smack" sound.

At the moment of impact, the flesh gripping the base of my penis tightened suddenly, creating an indescribable suction within my vagina. Just a few deep thrusts, and I felt myself about to ejaculate with pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the beautiful woman's legs high. Each thrust made her tremble and let out a soft moan, the sound progressing from rapid, muffled, and heavy to a soul-stirring, plaintive ending, as if barely a whisper, yet relentless.

She finally gave up resisting, abandoned any thought of escape, and collapsed limply into my arms, disheveled and soft, completely relaxing and surrendering to my thrusts.

I turned her over, making her face me, and then our lips met, my chest pressing against her full breasts as I forcefully penetrated her.

"Mmm...so...so deep...so...inside...ahhh..."

We embraced, licking each other, our tongues sweeping across our lips, gliding over our noses, kissing our eyes, biting our earlobes, and finally sucking on the back of our ears and necks. Meanwhile, our lower bodies remained joined, her snow-white, exquisite body seemingly hanging on my erect penis, her delicate vulva pushed to its limit, all the folds and curves stretched open by our flesh, pressed tightly against my raging dragon, swollen without a single gap.

"Up...up...no...ah, ah, ah, ah..."

I felt as if I were about to explode, a feeling within me that needed to be released. So I thrust my hard member even deeper into her body, each thrust feeling like a fusion with her, reaching a depth beyond our wildest imaginations.

The penetration of my penis, the collision of our bodies, the caress of our ears—I felt the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, almost to the point of pain. With the final thrust, I felt as if my soul were leaving, flowing into her body with the sticky heat.

Holding her body, I ejaculated freely until all the heat was released. A moment later, I realized how tightly we had embraced, as if trying to meld each other into one another.

Gently stroking her body with tenderness, I wondered if the force had hurt her. Our sweat, like we'd just stepped out of a sauna, streamed down our bare skin. Our heavy breathing calmed our emotions, and the moonlight, appearing out of nowhere, illuminated her eyes.

"You…feel…okay…?" At that moment, reason returned to my body, and the first words I uttered felt inappropriate.

Unexpectedly, these words spoken after the passion between lovers elicited a shy expression from her. The beautiful woman bit her lip, then replied with a mixture of reproach and anger, "You bad man!" "Did I hurt you just now?" I asked, overjoyed, my concern immediately evident.

"Yes... um... no..." she said, biting her lip in a barely audible voice, her voice a mixture of shyness and anger.

"I mean, when I ejaculated, I wasn't aware that I was holding you so tightly, I was afraid I'd hurt you..." Thinking I hadn't explained clearly, I awkwardly began to explain again.

"You're so annoying! I said no... um..." Seemingly remembering something embarrassing, she suddenly gave me a light but firm punch to the chest.

Realizing my mistake, I quickly pressed my lips against hers, and another round of sweet, slick tongue battle ensued, my penis, still inside her, came alive again.

Feeling the changes within me, the beauty in my arms blushed, her alluring yet coy demeanor only fueling my burning desire.

"That was a pleasure I've never experienced before. You didn't hurt me; in fact, I couldn't help myself while holding you, and now my arms are so sore..." "I've never felt so good either. Since we both enjoyed it, let's go for another three hundred rounds!" I mischievously thrust my erection, feeling the tight, all-encompassing embrace around me.

"I just needed to pee in this dark alley, and you ended up getting me all wet! I hate it! I'm going home to shower and change!" The beauty's face shone brightly in the moonlight, her damp hair swaying in the breeze against the night sky.

"So... should we go to your place or mine?"

"You bad guy!"

"Hahaha..."

Tonight will definitely be a sleepless night.

[The End]

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