Don't let your girlfriend go to the beach alone.

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I love women, but I despise them. Over the past ten years, their numbers in my life have increased, and many people and
events have become blurred and forgotten. Sometimes I suddenly wonder if someone or something was just a fleeting
dream one night. The faces, figures, smells, and details of so many of them, except for the first time and a few special ones, have all become hazy
. But one thing is certain: with the increase in "them" numbers, I have
lost more and more faith in this thing called "woman."

Later, I found myself no longer caring about the physical pleasure these affairs brought me; what I saw more of
was the betrayal behind each so-called affair—either to their lovers, their husbands, or their
families. Disappointed, I remain unmarried to this day, with a sex life that is sometimes plentiful and sometimes lacking.

But now is my season—summer has arrived, and I feel like a scavenging jackal on the African savanna during the dry season
, the carcasses of thirsty animals littering the ground; my season of "fullness" has arrived. Then comes
the autumn of indigestion, and then winter, a dejected hibernation.

I was fascinated by the story of the howling birds when I was a child. In summer, they played to their hearts' content, oblivious to the coming winter
, only to freeze and starve to death tragically. The tragic deaths from freezing and starvation, and the joyful, frenzied play, were equally intense and
poignant, like a drama that I loved. Also, I know what the most dangerous and foolish thing in the world is, and I'd like to offer
some wise advice to the guys here: "Never let your woman go to the beach alone."

The beginning of this story about me, summer, the sea, and women was quite accidental. At the time, I was assigned to this coastal
city to work in shipping. The work was incredibly busy and stressful, and I didn't have many friends, feeling lonely and depressed. So, after work, I became obsessed
with swimming at the beach. After work, when the sun wasn't too strong, I'd usually bring a volleyball: swim for an hour, find someone to play
beach volleyball for an hour, return to my single dorm exhausted, grab some food and a couple of beers, and then sleep like a log—
without a single dream, unlike the other single guys in the dorm who always solved their insomnia problems with youthful methods.

Once, a domestic ship we represented was preparing to load cargo for Europe at our port. Several crew members' families
came from out of town to visit. The wives of the crew always tried to find opportunities to meet their husbands,
whom they hadn't seen for a long time, during the three or four days their ships were loading cargo at domestic ports. This kind of visit was largely driven by sexual urges
; they came with bodies long deprived of sex and burning desire.

Usually, after meeting, they would find a hotel on shore, lock themselves in, and not come out for three days except to eat.
When the crew returned to the ship, they had dark circles under their eyes and walked unsteadily, while the women were radiant and full of life. We in our
line of work often joked about this.

That time, because the ship was avoiding a typhoon in the summer, it was delayed in arriving from the Korean port. Those women stayed in the hotel
, coming to our office every day to ask about the ship's schedule. One of the ship's telegraph operators had a very young and
beautiful wife. I heard that her husband had gone aboard the ship just two months after their marriage, and she hadn't seen him for six months. She was always
very shy and quiet whenever she came, so I always paid close attention to her.

Later, on Saturday, the shipping company sent us a telegram saying the ship wasn't coming to our port and would be going directly to Indonesia to load
other cargo. We didn't know the hotel phone number for the crew members' families, so we couldn't notify them; we had to wait for them
to come and ask.

The next day was Sunday, and I was on duty alone. She came early in the morning and told me that the other family members thought it was too
hot, so they only sent her to ask for news. Perhaps because there was no one in the office, she wasn't as shy as usual.
I told her the ship wasn't coming, and I could see her sharp disappointment.

She paused for a long time, sighed, and said, "It was a
wasted trip." I told her we would inform her when we had the chance. She hadn't had anyone to talk to for days and was feeling stifled, so she started chatting with me. I knew she was from the mainland and had never
seen the sea before. She had spent the whole day waiting in the hotel without going out at all. Then she said goodbye and went back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, she came again alone while I was on duty that afternoon. This time, she was dressed very brightly and revealingly;
I guessed she was wearing this outfit to meet her husband. She became excited and told me that all the other family members
had gone home, and she couldn't leave empty-handed; she wanted to go have some fun by herself and asked me how to get to the beach.

Seeing how happy she was, I told her I was about to leave work and was going swimming anyway, and I could take her
. She immediately agreed.

She sat down on the sofa in the office; her skirt was very short, immediately revealing her two white thighs. She then became shy and tried
to pull up her skirt, but it didn't cover them at all, making me very aroused.

After work, I rode my newly bought smuggled motorcycle. She hesitated again, unwilling to sit behind me, probably because
her skirt was too short and she was afraid of showing too much skin. I handed her a volleyball and told her that there were plenty of
girls here who went straight to the bathhouse in bikinis. She sat behind me, but she didn't hug my waist; she just put her hands on my shoulders.
Then I deliberately drove very fast, feeling extremely happy.

When she came out of the changing room in her swimsuit, it was my turn to feel shy. She was very fair-skinned, and her full breasts
were clearly visible in her swimsuit. I couldn't look too long; I didn't want my penis to be embarrassed in public, so I immediately went swimming. We

had a lot of fun in the sea. She kept smiling and asked me to hold her hand and teach her to swim. Then we
played volleyball on the beach. She was very good at volleyball, but unfortunately, too many people joined in later. We went back to the sea,
and she asked me to swim for her. Then she waved to me from afar.

We didn't shower at the beach until dark. This time in the car, she hugged my waist, and my breathing quickened
because every time we slowed down or braked, I could feel something soft pressing against my back.

I treated her to seafood; she didn't drink, but I had a little. I talked a lot, while she just listened and laughed.

I took her back to her hotel very late. Back then, I wasn't an experienced person, so I politely said goodbye and
regretted it as soon as I got back. Then, thinking about her body, I made a mistake that young people often make.

The next day after work, when she flagged me down near the company entrance, I only said, "I thought you'd
already gone home." Then she sat silently behind me, and I felt ecstatic, like I was flying.

On the tree-lined path by the sea, she gently pressed her face against my back, breathing in the scent of my neck; in the water, she
asked me to support her lower abdomen as she taught her to swim, but we were always distracted. Later, when it got dark and we went out, she mentioned...
She suggested we cook dinner at my dorm. Then she told me she hadn't drunk with me the day before because she was worried I'd drink and drive.

This time we both drank a lot, and surprisingly, we didn't talk much; it was awkward. After drinking for a long time, she started crying
. I didn't know why she was crying, so I shook her shoulder. Suddenly, she leaned on my arm and started sobbing. I
was very worried the guys next door would hear. She hugged my waist so tightly it hurt a little. As soon as I kissed her, she stopped
crying.

I touched her breasts, and she nervously accepted my caresses. But when I put my hand under her skirt,
she firmly stopped me. I just kept kissing her mouth and breasts for a long time. Eventually, I got tired of kissing her
, and she noticed. She whispered nervously, her voice a little hoarse, "Turn off the light."

After I turned off the light, I returned to her side, and she started kissing me first. Then, she took my hand and placed it on
her genitals. I slipped my hand inside her underwear and found it slippery, as if coated with oil. I gently stroked
her clitoris, and she spasmed, clamping my hand between her legs. Then she bit my lip,
drawing blood from the salty taste.

That night, we made love six times. The first two times, I finished quickly, each time lasting about 10 minutes. She wasn't very
proactive. Later, I whispered to her, "Will it be...?" She said she had taken medication.

I don't know what nerve her words about "medicine" touched, but she started becoming proactive and frantic. After
that, she would moan loudly every time, and she would scream before orgasm, so I could only silence her with my mouth. Once ,
I was exhausted after finishing and dozed off for a while, but her caresses woke me up, and then we started again
.

At that time, I only knew one traditional position, and she didn't know any other tricks. The next day
, when I got up, I found my knees were red and swollen from being rubbed against the bamboo mat. I left her at my dorm before going to work, and when I came back at noon,
she was gone, her swimsuit lying there. I never saw that woman again.

(II)

After she left, I was restless for a long time. I always thought that one day she would stop my
car on my way home from work, so I went swimming every day. A month passed like this, and then I was completely disappointed.

One day while playing volleyball, two girls wanted to join us. Usually on the beach,
if you want to join a game, you just stand on the sidelines, and someone will pass you the ball. If you catch it, everyone accepts you. But they
didn't know this rule. They stood in the middle of our circle, and one of them, a plain-looking
girl in a black swimsuit, asked in a Shaanxi accent, "Whose ball is this?"

Everyone stopped. I said, "It's mine, why?" She said seriously, "May we
join?" We all laughed, and then we played together.

Later, they told me they were girls from Xi'an traveling together. One was plain-looking, and the other was
very innocent-looking. Clearly, the sand, the sun, the salty air, and the many naked people had made them a little
sensual, and incidentally, opened their doors to desire.

As it was getting dark, I met them again at the entrance of the beach and greeted them. We stopped
at the entrance and chatted. The less attractive girl was very talkative. I secretly glanced at the prettier
girl. They said they didn't know what to do after dark and were very interested in my smuggled Kawasaki off-road
karaoke.

I said, "Yeah! It's a pity it can't seat three people, otherwise I'd take you for a drive in the mountains. There are many
beautiful villas and the former garden of Song Ziwen, a member of the Kuomintang."

Later, the talkative girl asked me to treat them to dinner, so I went to dinner with two unfamiliar girls with wet hair
. During dinner, they told me they both had boyfriends. The two girls were very close, joking that
some people said they were lesbians.

Afterwards, we parted ways. The less attractive girl insisted on riding in my car and even encouraged her friend to
ride with her. I said, "Sure! There are no traffic police at night anyway." So they all got in, and the less attractive
girl sat behind me, which I was a little disappointed about.

The next evening, when I went to the beach, they were already waiting there, so we all played together. Later
, they said they wanted to treat me back, so we went to the same restaurant as yesterday. The atmosphere wasn't as good as the day before; it was awkward
, and they seemed preoccupied.

Later, when we came out, the less attractive one told me she wasn't feeling well and wanted me to take the beautiful one for
a drive in the mountains I'd mentioned yesterday. The beautiful one and I both felt it was inappropriate, but she insisted and we took a taxi.

So I took the innocent-looking one for a drive in the mountains. I showed her many old
villas and sanatoriums with walls covered in green climbing plants. While walking and chatting on a dam in the mountains
, I took her hand, and she didn't refuse.

The mountains were very cool and quiet. Later, the moon rose, and I took her to the former garden of Song Ziwen,
which is now a park. We found a secluded bench and sat down. While we were chatting, I suddenly
touched her bare leg, which wasn't wearing stockings. She looked at me but didn't say anything. I explained, "It felt like a
mosquito biting your leg." She laughed, so I pulled her close and kissed her.

As I kissed her, I slipped my hand inside her clothes to caress her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but her nipples were very sensitive, and her
skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. Suddenly, she stopped. She had noticed another couple
walking towards them in the distance. We stopped and sat down. She said, "So late, and people are still here! How annoying." I said,
"Yeah! Let's find a more secluded place."

After a long time, we finally found a stone bench in the most secluded area, surrounded by lush vegetation and without a path
.

I began kissing her chest. She was very aroused and pressed my head firmly against her chest. Then I started
kissing her chest while moving my hand up her thighs. At first, it was just a casual touch, but later I slipped my hand inside.
I heard her gasp.

Her pubic hair was very sparse. I massaged her clitoris back and forth, and she swayed her hips, matching my movements.
I was incredibly excited. I unzipped my pants and pulled her hand
to stroke my penis. She took it out of my pants and rubbed it. Later, she kept twisting her body and pressing my head down from her chest, so I kissed her navel
.

Almost a year later, I realized she might have wanted me to lick her there, but I
didn't understand at the time.

We touched each other's genitals, and we both started to lose control. I laid her down on the stone bench to take off her
underwear. She sat up, and I still remember her expression in the moonlight. She said, "Is it okay, here?" I
said, "It's almost one o'clock; even a ghost couldn't find it here." She said wait, then she stood up, lifted her skirt,
twisted her body, pulled her shorts down to her knees, sat on my lap, and then covered herself with her skirt.

I understood what she meant, but my penis couldn't find its way to my paradise and was very anxious because
I had never entered a woman from behind before.

She gently lifted her buttocks (in my memory, the way she lifted her skirt, twisted her body to take off her underwear, and
moved her buttocks to find entry was the most sensual, and I will always remember it), then she slowly
sat down. I entered, and we both paused for a moment, savoring the entry and acceptance. Then I began to move
, kneading her small but firm breasts with both hands. She also began to move, but dared not make a sound because it was
very quiet around us.

After receiving my assurance of a safe environment, she could be very focused and relaxed, while I began to worry. I was afraid that
a park ranger would suddenly appear, and I had never made love in a natural outdoor environment before, nor was I
familiar with entering a woman from behind, so it was difficult for me to reach orgasm, and I lasted a very long time.

During this time, I could feel her reaching her peak several times and then relaxing several times. I didn't check the time, but I estimated it
had been almost an hour, and I still hadn't orgasmed. Later, I laid her down on the stone bench and worked from the front for a few minutes
before finally ejaculating inside her.

We found we had nothing to wipe ourselves with, so she took out her washed but not yet dried swimsuit and used it to wipe me down, then
she wiped herself. After throwing the swimsuit away, she half-reclined in my arms, and we talked. I asked her, "It'll be late when we get back, your
girlfriend will definitely know what we did." She said, "Don't worry, we're closer than sisters."

She asked me what I thought of her not-so-pretty friend, and I said, "I don't feel anything. You should know I
was thinking of you from the beginning!"

She said, "You're so heartless, what a waste of her kindness..."

I pressed her for an answer, and she told me, "Actually, she really likes you, and she's been encouraging us
to do it, creating opportunities for us."

I joked, "That's quite the matchmaker!"

She was silent for a long time, then said, "You don't understand, she's still a virgin... otherwise, it would have been her who came today
."

That summer, I kept thinking about those two girls from Xi'an. One was outwardly talkative and cheerful, but plain-looking;
she was very pure. Another woman seemed innocent, beautiful, and shy, yet she was incredibly cunning and shameless in her actions.
From that time on, I learned not to judge women by their outward appearance or behavior.

Of course, my story ended the same way as the previous one: I went to the beach again, and they never appeared again. They
went back to their homes, back to their boyfriends' arms, to continue their own stories.

In my many experiences, only a few women asked for my phone number, and of those, only a small fraction
called me. I only met three more times; the other women simply used me as
a place for their holidays, like the beach, or as a facility in a restaurant or hotel—
a way for them to relax and indulge their youth.

(III)

I can't remember if it was the second or third summer, but I was obsessed with swimming at the beach in the evenings
, to the point of being almost obsessive. I often had business dinners after work, which I declined whenever possible. Spending a day in an air-conditioned office
, if I don't go swimming at the beach after work or play beach volleyball in my swim trunks until I sweat it all out, I
feel unwell all over. I can't eat, I can't sleep well, and I feel like I'm sick. Besides romantic encounters, swimming
brings other benefits—you know, the best physique for men isn't that of bodybuilders, but that of swimmers!

The beach is crowded on weekend afternoons; at peak times, you can't even play beach volleyball because the sand is
packed with people, there's no space. Sometimes, the ball is hit by a less skilled player and flies off, hitting
people resting on the beach, causing arguments.

Once, a guy opposite me smashed the ball to me, and it flew off, hitting
a woman sitting on a beach chair under a parasol not far behind me on the head, knocking off her sunglasses. I ran over to pick up the ball and
apologized repeatedly. She mistook it for my doing and glared at me reproachfully, smoothing her
sand-covered hair. I picked up my sunglasses and handed them back to her; she put them on and remained silent, looking indifferent.

I felt like I'd seen this haughty woman with the wide-brimmed straw hat and fair skin somewhere before, but
she had already put her sunglasses back on, and I felt awkward staring at her. So I apologized again, took the ball, and went back to play. To
avoid making a mistake again, I switched places with my friend, so now I was facing the woman on the beach chair. She
had originally been sitting with her back to us, facing the sea, but perhaps worried about a ball flying across her from behind, she simply turned her chair
around to watch us play.

Seeing a beautiful woman watching me play got me really into it. Luckily, the guys I was playing with that day were all pretty bad, so I
ran around really hard and paid extra attention to my form, often pulling off some fancy diving saves. Looking back now, I realize I was
like a dog, frantically biting its tail and spinning around just to please its mistress – so stupid! I feel ashamed just thinking about it
.

While we were playing, I saw that woman watching us while taking a long phone call. Once, our ball
rolled right in front of her; she tilted her head, still on the phone, and lightly kicked it back with her red-painted toenails.

Later, we got tired, so we all went back to the sea to swim. As I passed her, I stopped and asked
, "Is your head alright? I'm so sorry, one of the guys wasn't very good at the game and hit you."
She looked up from behind her sunglasses and stared at me for a long time, then gestured with her chin to the empty beach chair next to her and said, "Sit
down!"

I was baffled: she should have said there was no problem, or scolded us a bit before I went swimming, so
what did she mean by asking me to sit? I was a little confused. Thinking about it, I obediently sat down in the chair next to her
.

She stood up, adjusted the chair back to face the sea like mine, then sat down, expressionless
, watching the people playing in the water in the distance with boredom. I looked at her, wanting to say something, like, "Have we
met somewhere before?" or something like that, but she didn't even glance at me, clearly not wanting to talk to me.

I studied her, noticing that she was actually older than I had initially thought, a middle-aged woman.
Her clothes and hair were very elegant, and she had an air of refinement, but her sunglasses were clearly men's style, very large; she
was of medium height and quite plump. As I watched, I started to feel awkward. I realized that although she was gazing idly into
the distance, she had clearly noticed me staring at her, and a mocking smile played on her lips.

I didn't want to stay there any longer, so I stood up and prepared to say, "If you're alright, I'm going swimming.
" At that moment, she turned to me and began to speak. She asked, "Are you a local?" Her tone
was very gentle, and her voice was a beautiful, smooth Beijing accent.

She said she had come here with a tour group two or three years ago, but it was a rushed trip. This summer, she finally had time for
a vacation. She complained about the various inconveniences and poor service, finally saying that the seafood here wasn't as good as in her home
province in mainland China.

I said, "That can't be! Where do you eat? I have that feeling." She named the best hotel in the area
and told me she stayed there. Actually, I often went to that hotel too, because many of our clients
stayed there.

I told her that the hotel's Chinese restaurant had a food poisoning incident last year, with many diners suffering from vomiting and diarrhea,
which had a very bad reputation for the hotel. Since then, the hotel has become conservative with its food offerings; for example, seafood
is cooked overcooked, and they rarely offer fresh, cold dishes.

She said, "Really? Where are some better options?" I gave her many restaurant recommendations, and finally I told her
that the best seafood is actually from the fishermen's village food stalls, which are truly unique. She said, "Isn't it dirty
?" "It's alright," I said, adding that it was unseemly for a woman to sit on the street eating like that, and we both
laughed.

Then her phone rang again, and she started answering it. Although she spoke softly, I could still tell she was flirting with a man. I thought this woman was strange in every way, and not exactly a sweet girl; there wouldn't be any fun
in being with her .
After she finally finished her call, I said, "I'm so sorry I bumped into you while playing ball today.
Haha, it's getting late, I should head back now, see you!" I stood up to leave.

She chided me, "You're leaving? If you really wanted to apologize, shouldn't you have treated me to a meal at that fishing village
?" I laughed, thinking she was joking, and quickly said, "Of course!" Unexpectedly, she actually
stood up to get her bag.

I came out of the men's changing room, and she was waiting for me outside. I looked at her wide-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses and felt very frustrated.
Being with this cunning woman, I always had to obey; she always liked to take the initiative. For
example, when I wanted to ride my bike, she said, "Just leave it in the bathhouse parking lot," but we still took a taxi.

As we sat down at the "Lights Up" food stall, I realized I'd forgotten my wallet and only had
a small amount of cash in my clothes. I was incredibly embarrassed and anxious, so I hastily ordered some cheap dishes. She said, "How
about some drinks?" I said, "Okay, boss, two bottles of beer, please." She said, "Beer? I don't like that. Do you have
any wine, like red wine?" I said, "We only have beer and spirits here."

The owner was very "helpful," saying that was easy and he could go to a nearby store to get it for me. She said, "Okay,
then bring me one bottle!" I thought to myself, 'Damn it! I'll have to find a chance to go back to my dorm to get my wallet later
.' I cursed this old woman; she was really too damn cunning.

But none of that mattered. When the first dish arrived, she poured her wine, took off her sunglasses, and prepared to eat
. The more I looked at her under the light, the more something seemed off. I felt my head spinning: "You...you're not
...you're not...you're XXX?"

She smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Eat up!"

This woman had starred in a rather vulgar and boring TV series a few years ago. Holy crap!

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