Me and My Little Universe (Short Story by abc545100)

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My girlfriend and I have known each other for quite a while, but we've never really taken things any further—you know what I mean. I've been wondering why, since someone as shrewd as me can easily get things done, I decided to create an opportunity. That time we went on a trip, and we had a really great time, so we went back to the hotel we'd booked in advance. There was a little hiccup when we were booking the room; I said I just wanted one room…
But my girlfriend insisted that we live separately. I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I pretended to be nonchalant: "Okay, we can live together, but when you're alone, remember to keep the doors and windows locked. It's not safe outside, and besides, I can't stand guard outside your door, nor can I eavesdrop on your every move to ensure your safety."
Besides, that would probably just make you think I'm a pervert, and I don't want to make a fool of myself. You should be more careful, okay? My girlfriend seemed a little surprised after hearing what I said. That afternoon, I saw her lost in thought, which made me both annoyed and amused. I thought to myself: It's such a small thing, do you really need to think so much about it? Besides, who am I to you? Am I going to eat you alive?
My girlfriend quietly came up next to me and watched while I was playing a game.
I glanced at her cautiously out of the corner of my eye, noticing she hesitated several times before speaking. I thought to myself, "You're not going to tell me about canceling the trip, are you? If you really do, then I'll compromise, we'll sleep together, and I'll keep watch outside. Do you think it's easy for me? Ugh." Or maybe I'll agree to share a room. Anyway, I didn't show any emotion and casually asked, "What's wrong?" She said hesitantly, "Isn't it safe for me to live alone?"
I replied, "What do you think?" She said, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to share a room?" I looked innocent, "We're already sharing a room, and that's not really appropriate either, haha." She playfully hit me and said, "Nonsense." Then she said, "How about we really live together?" I nodded, "Okay." But then she worried, "That's still a bit inappropriate..." My head drooped, and I stared at her, keeping my eyes fixed on her. She blushed slightly and tried to turn her face away, but I quickly cupped her face in my hands and said righteously, "Beautiful lady..."
"You're worried I might pose a threat to you tonight? Don't worry, you know who I am. How about we call your mother and have her come with you?" She brushed my hands away, pouting, "No, I don't want her coming." I leaned forward and hugged her, saying, "That's settled then." She replied with a soft "Mmm"... That finally settled things. Did I have it easy? Sigh...
Lying on the hotel bed, I was a little tired, but it wasn't too bad. I'm usually in good shape, so walking that little path wasn't a problem. I rested the back of my head on my arms and said, "Go take a shower, you're sweating buckets today." She glared at me.
"You didn't sweat at all. Even if I sweated, I'd still be better than you. You're such a smelly man." I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, my beautiful lady, you're such a fragrant woman." She smiled smugly. "Of course." Seeing her slightly smug expression, I couldn't help but chuckle. She looked puzzled. "What are you laughing at?" I sat up straight and said affectionately, "I'm mesmerized by your expression. Come here, I want to kiss you."
I pouted, and she probably found my expression amusing: "Come on, you flirtatious little devil, or I'll punish you in the name of the moon! Okay, I'm going to take a shower, you stay put!" I stretched and lay back down, adding as I finished, "Make sure you close the door properly, don't tempt me." "Haha," she laughed and went inside. I could picture her amused and exasperated expression.
Lying there listlessly, lost in thought, felt incredibly peaceful and comfortable despite my exhaustion. A little while later, she finished showering and came to my bedside, gently nudging me with her foot: "Get up and take a shower." I got up and pretended to yawn: "I'm so tired, I don't want to shower." She glared at me and said, "Are you really going to be a smelly man? I don't want to stay with you if you don't shower." I nonchalantly replied, "Then I'll sleep in the hallway tonight."
Then I lay down. She wouldn't have it, stamping her feet and tugging at my clothes: "Get up! You can't skip a shower!" I turned my head away and said, "Fine, how about you scrub my back, then I'll shower." Hearing this, she punched me in the back, saying irritably, "You pervert!" I shuddered from that delicate punch, as if I'd been electrocuted. I immediately jumped up and stared at her. She asked curiously what I was looking at: "What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me like that?" I teased, "I'm looking at you because you're ugly, haha." Then I got another little punch.
She huffed, "You bastard, you hooligan, you scoundrel!" I wouldn't stand for that. "Oh dear, are you trying to murder your husband? How could I stand your little arms and legs hitting and kicking me? Besides, if I were a hooligan, I'd be holding you tight right now, and then..." I deliberately dragged out the "and then." She giggled and came up, raising her fist in a gesture of anger: "And then, um?" I glanced towards the bathroom: "Then I obediently went to take a shower." She couldn't help but chuckle: "You're so sly." With that, I obediently grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. After I went in, she said, "Hey..."
I quickly peeked out and chuckled, "What's wrong? Changed your mind and want to scrub my back?" She mimicked my nonchalant tone, saying, "I was just reminding you to close the door properly, so you don't seduce me." This amused me greatly: "Haha, I'm going to seduce you!" She immediately said, "You really are a rogue, huh?" Then she turned away and ignored me. I closed the door and finished my shower. Afterwards, I lay down on the bed she was on, and she quickly pushed me away, saying, "What are you doing? Go over there." I retorted, "I was sleeping here! There's a rule of the game, first come, first served, you heroine!"
She stood up, bracing herself on her hips: "This heroine is not bound by the rules of the martial world. Only a stinking man like you would be subject to them. So you'd better get over here obediently, or don't blame this heroine for her overwhelming force." I quickly stood up, feigning fear, and bowed with my hands clasped: "Heroine, have mercy!"
"My Sunflower Acupuncture Technique isn't very good yet, so I'll take my leave." With that, I jumped onto the bed next to her, and she laughed heartily, "You're smart enough to spare my life." I said gratefully, "I won't thank you, you're like my own mother." She was overjoyed, "I wouldn't want to be your mother, I can't stand a son like you, hahaha." Afterwards, we watched TV and chatted, and my sense of humor is undeniable; I always manage to make her laugh out loud.
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Finally, after she turned off the lights and went to sleep, she fell silent. Lying in bed alone, I thought to myself that it would be too boring not to do something, so I said, "Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you." She said, "What is it? Why didn't you say so earlier? Now you're being so mysterious. Okay, hurry up." So, I quickly and quietly climbed onto her bedside, and in the dim light, I slowly crouched down, leaned close to look at her face, and said, "Okay." She opened her eyes...
Startled, she asked, "What are you doing?" I said I wanted to watch her fall asleep, and she tried to push me away. At that moment, I quickly grabbed her and said, "I've changed my mind. I want to hold you while I fall asleep." This time she struggled, saying, "Don't do this, it's uncomfortable." I could see the blush on her face, feel her rapid breathing, and her pounding heartbeat—and mine too, of course. But I relaxed her a little.
I kept staring at her. She realized I was watching her again, so she stopped struggling and said, "You're staring at me again. Now I'm going to retaliate! I'll stare at you too, and we'll see who has the last laugh, haha." I was secretly pleased. Fine, I'll just keep staring. As I looked, I realized she was truly beautiful in the night, alluring yet serene. A little stirring rose within me.
So, I thought about it and said, "My lady, I think I'm hopelessly in love with you." She chuckled smugly, "I knew it! A little brat like you, how could you not fall at my feet?" Haha. While she was still laughing, I kissed her. I saw her look completely bewildered, and she tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let her. I held her even tighter.
I cradled her head in my hands and continued kissing her passionately. She struggled, but to no avail, and finally, she relented and gave in. Haha. I told her, "Don't be afraid." She hummed in response.
I sucked on her tongue, my lips kissing her cheeks, neck, and collarbone passionately, my hands naturally kneading her breasts. She made sensitive sounds, which aroused me even more. I pushed off her shirt and kissed her breasts; the feeling was wonderful and magical.
At this point, she became even more vocal, and her little hands kept gripping me. I was so stimulated that I couldn't resist any longer, and my little brother couldn't help but get an erection. I held her hand down, kissing her lips, and quickly pulled down my pants. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I grabbed her little hand and pressed it against my hard, hot penis. Her body trembled.
She struggled desperately to pull her hand away from mine, but with my insistence, she finally yielded and grasped my penis, beginning to gently stroke it up and down. I became even more excited, alternating between my hands to knead her two fair, round mounds of flesh, her small nipples, the size of soybeans, growing harder and harder under my caresses.
Actually, I had been holding back for a long time. Seeing that the time was ripe, how could I not press my advantage? I immediately straightened up, gripped my hard penis, and rubbed it up and down a few times between her buttocks. Then, I placed the head of my penis against her moist, soft, red opening, thrust my hips forward, and my penis slowly slid into her warm, slippery, and tight flesh. I heard her let out a soft "ah," which sent another jolt through my body. Because my movements weren't quite right, it still felt a little awkward.
But the instinctive pleasure kept me excited. I grabbed her hips with both hands to steady her body, then slowly penetrated deeper, then slowly withdrew, then slowly thrust in again. She lay on the pillow, panting, accompanied by soft moans. At this point, I no longer needed to control her body, so I freed one hand to pinch her nipple, making her shiver a few more times. Meanwhile, my penis penetrated deeper and deeper with each thrust, faster and harder. Her breathing grew louder: "Be gentle, be gentle..."
I didn't care about anything else; my mind was blank. I guess I was just going by instinct, haha. Suddenly, she whimpered a few times, her body trembled violently, and she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, my penis slipping out. She lay there, muttering, "Be gentle, you're hurting me..." I didn't care what she was saying and casually replied, "Mmm."
Then I noticed that her lower body was wet. I guess she loves me very much. There's a saying that goes, "The more a woman loves you, the wetter she is." It seems I didn't misjudge my girlfriend, haha! I pressed her legs down and entered her body again, thrusting rapidly. Amid her soft moans, I quickly reached orgasm, and a thick stream of semen shot directly into the depths of her vagina.
After we finished, I leaned close to her face and asked, "How was it? Did it hurt?" She shyly replied, "Mmm." So I buried my face in hers and said, "I love you." I continued kissing her, of course, holding my breath, even though I was completely exhausted. Finally, I lay down beside her, panting, and said, "I'll treat you well." She replied, "Mmm, I know." My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at her.
Her gaze hadn't left me for a moment, and her eyes were filled with tears. I'm easily moved, and in front of this woman who loves me and trusts me so much, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat. I leaned forward and kissed her without saying a word, tears streaming down my face. Then, cupping her cheeks, I tenderly said, "I will marry you! Whether you still love me or not."
"I will always protect you." Actually, I meant it sincerely. My girlfriend has been so good to me, never complaining, and trusted me even in this situation. At that moment, I thought, if I were to betray her, I wouldn't be human. She looked at me, gently wiping away my tears, smiled through her tears, and threw herself into my arms, starting to sob again. I held her trembling body.
I brought my nose close to her hair and whispered in her ear, "I want two children, twins, a boy and a girl, hmm." Upon hearing this, she began to hug me tightly, so tightly it felt like a frantic embrace. I was astonished at the sheer force of her embrace. I held her close, kissed her head, and said, "In my arms..."
"Sleep." She still held me tightly, still sobbing. I stared at the little universe in my arms, my mind blank. I was just lost in thought, as if she were my heart, my eyes unable to leave my heart. This night was destined to be sleepless, which was ultimately due to my personality; when emotions run deep, sleeplessness sets in. I glanced at the small view outside the window. In the darkness, I felt a greater sense of responsibility. I needed to protect my little universe in this not-so-bright world, even if it meant being completely broken. As the night deepened, her sobs gradually subsided.
Her arms, which had been tightly holding me, gradually loosened. I pulled the sheet up to cover her, and looking at her face, tears still glistening in the dim light, I felt a deep longing to kiss her again. It was a beautiful and touching thought, but I didn't. I was afraid of accidentally waking her. I gazed at her, sleepless with the passing darkness of the night…
During the following days, I cherished my girlfriend even more. Of course, I didn't tell her about my sleepless night. I still joked with her, using my humor to make her laugh. I also loved gazing at her smiling face. Although the way she peacefully fell asleep after crying was also captivating, I vowed never to let her cry again. I loved her even more, but I didn't show it as explicitly afterward because I knew she was afraid of my change.
I knew she was afraid that even the slightest change in me would drive me away, but my love had indeed deepened. For the next few nights, we slept in the same bed, but I didn't ask for sex. One night, she lay in my arms and asked if I didn't want sex. I said, "No, thank you." Then it was her turn to look at me. I looked at her and said, "My love for you..."
"Not just that." Then I kissed her, and her tears started flowing again. She buried her head in my chest and whispered, "Yes, I know." I panicked a little. Why was she crying again? Last night I swore I wouldn't let her cry again. I quickly said, "Don't cry, I like your smile." Then she peeked out, her tears turning into a smile… After she did that…
I smiled too, but somehow tears welled up in my eyes. That night, I still couldn't sleep. After that, I was no longer afraid of sleepless nights, and I discovered that I loved hearing her say, "Yes, I know." Later, she found out, because sometimes when I needed her affirmation for something, I would try to get her to say that phrase. She asked me why I liked hearing her say that.
I didn't tell her explicitly, only saying, "Because I love you." She never demanded a reason from me, but she often liked to ask this question. After I answered, she would always say, "Yes, I know." Actually, I was thinking, darling, I have never lied to you, and I will never lie to you. I love you, forever, without end, even if you no longer love me.
Dude, actually, while writing this article, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat several times. The emotions are genuine and deep. I'm a romantic and idealistic person, so I emphasized the humor and warm affection in it.
I'm actually not good at writing about erotic content, and I'm somewhat resistant to it, but I forced myself to write it anyway. It might not be as exciting as some other posts, but that's all I can write and want to write—that's who I am. Sometimes, once I start writing, I just let loose. What I wanted to say is difficult to express clearly in this short piece. And while I was reviewing and writing, I realized this post wasn't what most people wanted, and I hesitated about posting it. But I held firm to my belief: we have eroticism, but there's also something fundamental that transcends eroticism.
I hope we can all learn from each other. Of course, once this post is published, it's up to everyone. I hope someone can understand me, and I also want to see if my writing will be well-received. I can say I have some writing talent, and my thoughts and style are decent enough, but if everyone prefers something more detached and emotionally nuanced, then it doesn't matter to me; I can simply stop writing. But I will still love this article, and it doesn't matter if I have to find another path. I will still have feelings, but I'll keep them to myself. Okay, I've rambled on enough. If any of you find this touching, please give it a thumbs up; that would make me, the author, happy.
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