The place where dreams begin

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Thinking back, a slight pain still lingers in my heart .
That was my first love, a girl who made me lose my virginity.
Like a baby suckling at its own breast, my penis gradually became erect and virile.
Going back five years, to the summer of 2003, I had just graduated from university, carrying my diploma and endless ambitions, rushing into this materialistic
world , running around every day to realize my so-called life's value. The only result of all that running around was—bumping into things. Fortunately, I was still young,
getting up wherever I fell, still cheerful every day, going out for drinks and chatting online. Online, I met a girl I clicked with, the protagonist of
this story—Bo.
I remember back then, QQ was already all the rage in the country, but I always used NetEase's Bubble Chat. One day, I met a
netizen named "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams." During our chat, we were like two souls, sharing similar fantasies, hobbies, goals, and even our life interests. I even joked that our
areolas must be like two sparkling agates. Putting aside the erotic aspects, I bet if she were a breast model, she could definitely be in the top three in China. Looking at these two little things
, like long-lost siblings, the feeling was even happier than meeting a long-lost relative. Of course, you can all guess the outcome: we met
. The meeting was held at a KFC in Harbin. She looked a lot like Maggie Cheung, especially her eyes. She was 1.7 meters tall, with a model's figure.
I felt a flutter in my heart the moment I saw her, but I didn't show it. Through chatting, I learned she was a music teacher at a school, also a part-time dance
instructor in folk dance. She could imitate Yang Liping's dance perfectly. We had a very enjoyable meal and agreed to go to the riverbank together on Sunday
. Sunday arrived in the blink of an eye, and we really did go to the Songhua River to fly kites. When we came back, I said to her, "Can I hold your hand?"
Suddenly, I said, "I also want to make love to you, otherwise I'll be even more miserable." Her reply was very direct: "Okay, as long as my friend doesn't come." (My friend
didn't say anything, but when we held hands, I saw happiness on her face. Half a month later, we became inseparable
best friends. I said, "Be my wife, for life." She said, "Okay, but you have to pluck the stars from the sky for me." I said, "Okay.
" Carefree days passed quickly, and before we knew each other for months. Whenever we had time, we played together, and gradually, we established a romantic relationship.
She went from being my best friend to my girlfriend. We held hands, kissed…) However, I never crossed any lines; I didn't even touch her breasts.
One day, I went home early from work and saw she was online. I suddenly wanted to play a trick on her, so I chatted with her using a pseudonym. As we chatted, the topic
suddenly turned to sex, and I casually asked, "Are you a virgin?" The reply came quickly: "No!!" Those two short words
shocked me, because at the time I had a virginity complex. I quickly called her and confessed that I was the one she had just been chatting with.
I asked her if she loved me after hearing this. I love you now, I will love you in the future, and I will always love you, but my heart still aches. At the time, I don't know where I got the courage
(or perhaps she thought I was having trouble accepting the truth so quickly, and wanted to comfort me, to make me feel that she valued me highly and that
I had given everything. Later, it turned out we reconciled).
The next day she called me and said she wanted to come to my place. I had a premonition that something was going to happen between us that day. Soon she arrived at
my house, and we read books together and browsed the internet on the way. We played cards the whole way, but to be honest, I was already distracted, my mind completely focused
on the question she had promised me—that is, sex. While playing cards, I said, "Let's make a bet. Whoever loses has to take off their clothes." She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You little pervert."
We played, and she lost, but she didn't take off her clothes. She said, "I'll dance for you…!" Then she danced Yang Liping's "Moonlight." At that moment,
I felt like I was in the Moon Palace; she was truly perfect. After the dance, I wiped her sweat and said, "You don't have to take off your clothes, but let me touch you." "Just a
little while, okay?" the guy said, "You can sleep here, we can each have a room." She didn't really refuse at the time, firstly because they were in a relationship, and secondly because if
she didn't agree, I would keep pestering her. Eventually, she had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll let you touch it once."
I felt that this was the only time I'd ever experience that way in my life. I knew I'd never feel that way again when touching my wife's or my lover's breasts.
My hand slipped under her collar and onto the fabric of her clothes, finding her soft, tender breasts on her slightly warm skin. They were so soft, so incredibly comfortable to touch. I
gently caressed them... Following the soft curves of her breasts, I quickly found her small back, which I gently pinched, stroked, and kneaded. Soon, her adorable little
nipple tingled with pleasure as I caressed it. I heard her let out a soft "Ah!" I still remember the psychological reaction I had; my penis swelled as if it were about to
explode , I said, "Take off your coat
, it's too inconvenient for me to touch." She smiled and said, "Didn't you say you'd only touch it once?" She retorted, "It wasn't me who said it, it was you." She said, "
I said it, okay then, stop touching me." I was already burning with lust, so I didn't care who said it. I forcefully took off her top
, then slowly removed her blouse. Soon, her upper body was bare except for her bra. I never imagined there were such round breasts in the world,
not too big , not too small, firm like Venus's breasts. I can't say whether she's prettier than Maggie Cheung, but I'm sure Maggie Cheung's breasts are definitely not as
beautiful as hers, even though I never touched them. Her clothes were... Once it's off, the bra can't be far behind, right? Soon, I saw the true face of her breasts. They were absolutely perfect—
firm , slightly upturned, and especially the areolas and nipples were simply perfect. Everyone says a young girl's areolas are pink, which I've never seen before, but hers
were definitely more beautiful than a young girl's, a pink with a hint of red, tender like a blooming pink tulip. The two nipples, neither too big nor too small, complemented the
increasingly large pink nipples. I licked them more and more rapidly, and her breathing became equally rapid, soon turning into moans. After about 5 minutes... Minutes later, I gently
said to her, "Darling, I want to make love," and casually lifted her skirt. Soon, she was only wearing her underwear, a pale blue pair. I was incredibly aroused
at that moment , because just one day ago, I didn't even know what a girl's breasts looked like, and the next day I was with such a perfect woman, wearing only
underwear, yet I could vaguely see the shape of her vulva. Her underwear held her vulva exceptionally tight, revealing its entire shape. Her full mons pubis...
Because of the pubic hair, a patch of night-like color appeared through her panties. Her labia majora were full, somewhat like steamed buns. (That's how I felt at the time.) Through
her panties I could vaguely see a narrow groove, and I knew that was the source of life. I impulsively tried to take off her panties, but she refused. After all,
girls are usually quite shy. I tried desperately to take them off, and she pulled desperately. The poor little panties were about to tear, but she still wouldn't let go. So I simply reached down to
my softer one. Further down, I touched a long groove, wet and hot. I gently stroked it, following the groove down to her vulva, and then touched something
very arousing. She scolded me for chatting with her on other accounts. After chatting for a while, her anger subsided a bit, and our conversation became calmer. She suddenly asked me, "
My ex-boyfriend was about to tear my clothes. In a fit of anger, I slapped him. He stopped moving, then started crying, saying he wasn't being
nice." She was very wet down there, the slippery fluid constantly gushing from her vagina. But at that time, I was so inexperienced I couldn't even pinpoint the exact location of her vaginal opening. She
looked incredibly alluring. I kissed her and said, "Darling, take it off." She blushed and said, "No need for you to take it off, I'll do it myself." Saying this, she sat up and slowly
removed the last barrier blocking our entrance. Her blooming vulva was now completely exposed before me.
Fine pubic hair, below which was a monstrous clitoris, two symmetrical labia minora shyly closed, the vulva covered in clear love fluid. I carefully
admired it, looking closely, gently sniffing the scent. She knew this was the first time I'd seen a woman's vagina so closely, and quietly let me look, obediently
following me without hesitation. When we got to the station, she was nowhere to be seen. Do you know how I felt then? I wanted to crawl under a car wheel. I
let her smell, her legs spread wide, silently cooperating with me. After watching for a while, I rubbed her clitoris with my hand, and soon I heard
her moan. I knelt down in front of her vagina, using both hands to separate her labia minora. The vulva was exceptionally tender, a pinkish color, not like the
red of those in AV films. Perhaps it varies from person to person. I smelled it, and there was no odor at all. I've never encountered such a clean vagina since. It made me want to lick
it, so I said, "Let me lick it." She said, "No, it's too dirty. Come here and let me hug you." I obediently lay on top of her, and she said, "Little glutton, are you
satisfied ?" Satisfied? How could I be? The most important thing is that I haven't done it yet. I said, "Let's make love." She said, "Let's rest for a while. Are you feeling unlucky?" Don't say I'm tired
. Even if I'm exhausted to death, I won't stop here. Going with the flow, I pressed down on her, my penis hovering near her vagina, but unable to find the entrance. After searching for a
while, it went soft. At that moment, I was really sweating profusely, and I felt like dying.
I was desperate but couldn't get an erection, so I said, "Sit up and close your eyes." I obeyed. A few seconds later, I felt a warm object envelop
my penis. I looked down and saw her cherry-like mouth. She gently licked my glans with her tongue, rolling up the foreskin to lick the lower half of the glans, and then... I was
already burning with desire, and her oral sex made me feel like I was going to explode. So I pressed her down on my lower body, but unfortunately, I still couldn't find
the vaginal opening. However, this time I changed my strategy. Rather than waiting... My penis softened, so I looked at the vaginal opening and inserted it. I probed the vaginal opening with my finger, gently
pressing in, searching high and low, finally finding the treasure hole near the anus. I inserted my finger; it was hot and slippery. I made
piston-like movements, and soon she couldn't take it anymore, whispering to me, "Darling, I want it.
" Before my penis softened, I stood up and laid her horizontally on the edge of the bed. This way, I could easily find the opening. It was easy to insert it. As I
... Years ago, the tide of time has washed everything away. What I gained has been lost, and what I lost has been forgotten. Only one thing remains etched in my memory: the
moment I penetrated her, I felt my penis being tightly held by her vagina. It felt so good. (The following is a separate, unrelated sentence:) I felt like I couldn't hold back anymore, like I was about to ejaculate
. Because I hadn't put my penis in her underwear, she was caught off guard and didn't resist. My first impression was how soft her pubic hair was. Maybe it's because of the difference between men and women, but at least it was softer than a
condom. So I tried to take it out, but I really couldn't. The feeling of my glans rubbing against her vaginal walls was so wonderful. The perfect fusion of the two of us felt so mysterious,
especially the feeling of my penis—warm and full. Her vagina tightly wrapped around my penis; it was perfect! (The following is a separate, unrelated sentence:) Then I felt my body suddenly feel
like One, two, three times—I ejaculated a full ten times. (Before, now, and possibly in the future, I've never ejaculated so much semen. She gently cooperated,
holding me and stroking my back. I never knew such a wonderful thing existed in the world; I was completely melting. Our first time was
completed in this half-hearted, half-willing manner. Afterwards, she said, "You've ejaculated all over me, aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" I said, "No, if I get pregnant, we'll have the baby. We'll have a
son as handsome as me, and a daughter as beautiful as you." At that moment, I truly felt like the happiest person in the world. I wiped away the semen, then parted her
labia to look inside. I discovered her vagina was open like a small hole, with a lot of semen still inside. I remember saying, "Darling,
will the little life we create also come out through this little hole?" She smiled and said...) How could it possibly grow bigger? Looking back, things have truly changed. I wonder if she still remembers what I said
back then . It's just that there will never be another child of ours between us.
Once a man and woman have a sexual relationship, everything becomes less mysterious. It was the same for us. We could be naked at home online without any inhibitions, and
we could discuss and debate issues between men and women. She told me that although she wasn't a virgin, she had only had one sexual experience with her high school classmate. She
was too young and didn't know how to protect herself, so the outcome was irreversible. She told me her story, and although I felt uncomfortable listening to it, it was all in the past,
and I couldn't pry or regret anything. It turns out that her parents and her ex-boyfriend's parents were old friends, practically family. After graduating from high school, she went to
Beijing to study dance. Her ex-boyfriend was studying at a university in Beijing. They were both from Harbin, their parents were old friends, and they were classmates, so they had a
lot of contact. The boy had a large house in Beijing, which was usually unoccupied, so they often went there to hang out. At the time, they were just kids and didn't think much about it. Neither she nor he
thought about it. Things started to change the following year. One time, the boy's aunt went to Beijing and visited her. After all, she and the boy
were . The aunt, seeing how pretty she was, teased them, saying, "You two are such a good match, why don't you just become a couple?" The three of them laughed,
and no one continued the conversation. The matter was left unresolved. However, in their subsequent interactions, they both felt a certain inexplicable feeling, until one day...
That day, they went for a walk in a park below his big house. On the way back, he kissed her and said he loved her. She felt strange at the time. She said
she had feelings for him, but definitely not love. However, she didn't refuse him in the moment, and just like that, they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Although they became boyfriend and
girlfriend , she was initially averse to sex. The reason was simple: she was afraid. But the boy was different. He kept pestering her, wanting to have sex, but
he never succeeded. One day, she, him, and a friend were having a gathering at the boy's big house. It was raining heavily outside. After dinner, Huang Lingqiao left
, and she wanted to leave too. The boy said, "Let's wait for the rain to stop." She thought so too; going out in such heavy rain would be unbearable. But it was already past 10 pm, and the rain had stopped; she was alone
in a room, and nothing would happen, so she agreed. They all drank that day. After locking the door, she fell asleep soon after. Half asleep, she
felt someone touching her breast. At first, she didn't react, but when she woke up, she discovered that her ex-boyfriend had somehow gotten into her bed. She screamed in fright.
The boy, seeing she was awake, said, "Anyway, we're practically partners now, we'll have sex sooner or later, might as well just have sex now." She refused, saying
he was just too in love with her. When she saw him cry, she panicked and didn't know how to comfort him. She tried to soothe him for a long time but couldn't. So she said,
" It's fine if it happens on our wedding night, I'm yours every day, why rush things?" They lay down and soon fell asleep. Later that
night, her ex-boyfriend's hands started to wander again. She slapped him, thinking it was a bit hard, but didn't resist too much, letting him touch her breasts. But her ex-boyfriend
... Her boyfriend, seemingly out of nowhere, asked her to have sex. She said she was probably just too lonely in Beijing.
So, on that stormy night, they had sex. She was still a virgin. Her boyfriend couldn't penetrate her properly, saying it hurt a lot,
like her vagina was being slashed by glass. She started bleeding soon after. Her ex-boyfriend, seeing her pain, pulled out. Although they hadn't succeeded, she had
completely virginity. As she said this, I saw tears welling in her eyes. I knew she might regret it, but she still doesn't know that it was precisely her
gentleness... Her kindness ruined her. Whether with her ex-boyfriend or with me, she didn't have sex out of lust, but to heal the wounds in their hearts!
Silly girl, why were you so foolish? Didn't you know that some things can't be done simply out of pity? Later, she finished her studies and returned to Harbin,
while the boy stayed in Beijing. She thought they would be together, but six months later, he called, saying he had a new love. She asked her
why, and she said it was because of school, and that he had found someone else. She was heartbroken and desperate. I don't hate him. I can't explain why she's so kind despite her domineering nature. Maybe it's related to her Buddhist beliefs. She said the noblest thing in the world is not how to repay kindness,
but how to forget hatred and forgive, and how to face the world with an open mind. Silly girl, but when you face the
world with an open mind, will the world embrace you with an open mind? Although she wasn't a virgin anymore, I loved her terribly. I loved her dancing for me,
loved her writing poems for me, loved her watercolor paintings for me, and of course, what I loved most was making love with her. Every time she came to my house,
the feeling when my penis, after we'd finished eating and playing, touched her vaginal opening was truly wonderful, so intoxicating, it felt like my penis was melting and falling off. Then, slowly moving inside
, we would end our day with a most exquisite act of lovemaking.
A month later, our sex life reached a state of perfect harmony, with orgasms all the way, a blissful feeling. The longest time we did it was an hour and a half and I
still hadn't ejaculated. Finally, she begged for mercy and said I surrendered. For a while, she practiced yoga. Because of her dance background, she could
perform . I remember one pose called "cat" yoga, where the woman kneels down and stretches her body forward as much as possible. She was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt when she did it. She was wearing a t-shirt, and when she did
this movement, her buttocks were very tense, and her bra could be seen through the opening under her t-shirt. I was really aroused at that moment, and I said, "Honey, can you practice
naked ?" Of course, she still refused, but I knew that her kindness and tolerance would allow me to make any request. At this time, I hugged her and said, "Honey, I
want to make love." She looked at my pitiful look and agreed. After I took off all her clothes, I started to flirt. I started by gently kissing her ears, then her eyebrows,
then her eyes, and finally her cherry lips. Then I continued to caress her breasts. Her breasts have always been my favorite, so I usually caress them a lot. Maybe
it's become a habit, but caressing her breasts is more effective than caressing her clitoris. I gently sucked on them, like a baby, and soon her nipples hardened again.
Okay, a soft moan started to sound. "Baby, come on, I want it." Hearing her voice, I said, "Baby, if you do 'cat' yoga naked, I
'll do it with you." She pretended to be cheerful, but because she was burning with desire, she still sat up and faced me in a "cat" yoga pose.
Although we had made love many times, this was the first time I had seen her face me in this position. Thinking back now, that pose was so beautiful—her white buttocks, with her
round , the folds around her anus looked like a chrysanthemum about to bloom, paired with (a few fine pubic hairs, looking like
they came from a mysterious country). It was still so pink, still so fragrant, without a trace of odor. I couldn't help but lick it with my tongue. Although we'd made love many times, I
'd never given her oral sex before. She said it was dirty down there and bad to swallow it, but this time I couldn't resist. I gently licked
the tender flesh , and soon I slipped it into her vagina. The salty, wet fluid covered my tongue, but I didn't stop, continuing to lick and peck.
A moment later, I suddenly heard her scream loudly, and it seemed like a flood was coming out; a lot of white, sticky, salty fluid gushed out. I
couldn't resist either, and I thrust my penis inside her. She screamed desperately, something I'd never experienced before. The fluid kept gushing out, quickly
flowing down her urethra, clitoris, and onto her pubic hair. Drops of urine dripped from her pubic hair onto the sheets. "Darling, don't stop, don't stop!" Hearing her hysterical cries,
my penis thrust even harder. Soon she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed. I flipped her over and we started doing it face-to-face again. The stream
of fluid, along with bits of urine, flowed down her labia—it looked so beautiful…! I picked her up, laid a towel on the floor, and had her put one leg against the wall
. Suddenly, I felt her vagina begin to spasm continuously. She seemed to choke, completely still for a full 30 seconds before finally letting out a long, drawn-out breath. She
didn't want anyone else, and in the end, my mother and I parted on bad terms. But no matter what, even if I lost everything, I would still choose to be with her.
She opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Darling, I'm going to die of pleasure! It's a feeling I've never experienced before, like flying!" I'm not a girl, so I don't know
what feels like, but seeing her so content made me incredibly happy.
And just like that, she experienced her first real orgasm, though what she called an orgasm wasn't actually a real one. Afterwards, she said she felt very
lewd , like a prostitute. But darling, orgasm is an enjoyment God gave to humankind at creation! Why suppress your instincts? Every time we make love, I
want you to feel like you're "flying," because you're an angel with beautiful wings.
I can't remember how many times we've made love, but the most unforgettable and exciting time is still deeply etched in my memory. That was October 1, 2004. On my day off,
I noticed the ditch was getting wetter and wetter. Soon, my hands were completely soaked. I looked at her face; her eyes were slightly closed, and she was gently biting her lip.
We went to Mao'er Mountain in Shangzhi County, near Harbin. She used to wake up very early because she ran every day, and the change in circumstances made it hard for her to fall back asleep.
That day we woke up early, washed our faces, and started hiking. She ran ahead, and I chased after her. We had so much fun. When I finally caught her,
we were both exhausted, so we sat down under a tree to rest. Seeing that no one was around, I said, "
Honey, let's have some 'wild sex'!" To this day, I still... I was especially grateful to her because she rarely refused me whenever I wanted. We chose a large rock
to sit on. I took off my coat and spread it on her stomach, and she took off her pants. I remember it was cold at the time, and it took several layers to get down. Soon, her vagina was
completely exposed in front of me. I remember I even had a slicked-back penis inserted into her vagina. She said, "What's wrong, craving a cigarette?" Anyway, I
gently gave her oral sex, and soon her juices started flowing. I quickly pulled my pants down to her knees and inserted my penis. The rock was low, so it
wasn't very comfortable, but it was really cold at the time. Because we were all sweaty from running, we didn't feel cold at first. Later, we were so cold that we were shivering while making love, but it was
absolutely thrilling. We could vaguely see villages in the distance. As we were making love, we suddenly heard what sounded like people coming up the mountain, but we hadn't finished yet. I didn't want to pull out,
and she kept urging me, "Hurry up, hurry up!" But the more anxious I was, the harder it was to ejaculate. I
finally ejaculated with great difficulty. I felt that the people coming up the mountain were only about ten meters away from us. She was so anxious that she didn't even put on her pants, just a pair of jeans. We had just gotten up when the group of people coming up the mountain were already about ten meters ahead
of us on the mountain path. One of them even said, "There are people more than us..." We were still early when a little girl with glasses innocently asked us, "Did you just go there or
come back from the mountain?" Hehe, I wanted to say, "I just came." Hehe… I thought it was so funny at the time. But
every cloud has a silver lining. Just when I thought we were happily celebrating, I suddenly received a call from home saying that my family had
found me a very good job. I couldn't disobey my father's wishes. I couldn't say whether I was happy or sad, because going home would mean being far from her, and I didn't know if I could continue.
But she comforted me, saying, "It's okay, once you're settled, I'll come to your place as a teacher." With her support, in March 2005… On the 15th of the month, a day for fighting counterfeits, I leisurely
resigned from my job and returned home to become a small manager in a frugal business with a clear conscience.
Time flies so fast; half a year has passed since I returned home. Only now have I truly understood the pain of separation. I realized that my love for her has transcended my
life. During this time, we can only communicate by phone. I always go to Harbin to see her on weekends, and each time feels like a holiday. We go shopping, watch movies,
play games, and of course, the most important thing is to book a hotel room and make love! I remember once we made love in the bathtub of a hotel. The tub was filled with water, and while we were doing it,
I saw the toilet next to us. Maybe I've watched too many Japanese AVs, but I said, "Honey, can you squat on the toilet and pee for me?" She probably thought it was funny,
so she squatted on the toilet. She peed in front of me, and it was the first time I'd seen her pee so closely. Her labia minora shyly parted, and a long stream shot out.
She felt the same way I did—uncomfortable, without even an orgasm. But she still obediently raised her legs, letting me plow her and sweep her. She smiled and cooperated with me.
Like a ballet dancer practicing, she obediently put her legs up. I inserted my penis, but it was difficult and not very comfortable.
Darling, why do you do anything for me? How can I not love you? Holding your hand, growing old together, what regrets in this life?!
And the girl, wearing only a pair of underwear, lay on the bed, and those underwear would soon disappear. While touching her breasts, I looked at her genitals, even though it was
October 1, 2005. During the long holiday, after we'd known each other for almost two years, I went to Harbin to see her. She told me she'd lost her job. I was very anxious and asked
if I could visit my parents while I was there. She happily agreed. We walked arm in arm sweetly, as if the whole world belonged to us. That night, we made love many times.
That hotel felt like our bridal chamber, only missing two candles. During doggy style, I suddenly wanted to have anal sex with her. She said no, so I told her to go wash up.
She washed for a long time, and I was almost sleepy waiting. She said she was done, so I had her stick her butt out and carefully smelled it. It was still so clean, so I licked it with my tongue. She
said it was a public phone, and her cell phone was disconnected, always disconnected. After that, I never received a call from her again. I knew she wasn't a heartless person.
After a while, I thought it was enough, and my tongue was tired. I tried to insert it, but it wouldn't go in no matter how I tried. She said it hurt. Then I suddenly remembered there was lubricant in the bathroom
. Although it was chargeable, it was better than trying to insert it all the time. So I poured in a lot of lubricant, and it went in smoothly. It was just very tight, so
I could only go in slowly. But the feeling was completely different from vaginal penetration; it was very stimulating. Afterwards, I asked her how it felt, and she said, very cutely, that she wanted to go to a brothel
…!
When I got home, I told my mother about what she wanted to do. I didn't expect my mother, who always dotes on me, to say that she wasn't satisfied. I got angry and said, "I'm definitely
going to go to the city. A day apart feels like three autumns." I knew we couldn't live without each other.
To this day, I still can't forget the feeling of touching her breasts for the first time. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl's breasts (of course, when I was little, I touched his…). (This feeling can't be counted)
After the National Day holiday, she came to our house by car. I was so happy and took her around to play. She was also very happy. However, when it was time to go home, I could still feel her mother
's displeasure. She seemed to have noticed it too and said that she wanted to go back that day. I said, "Since you've come all this way, isn't it crazy to go back after such a long bus ride?"
Actually I was saying this to my mother, but she probably misunderstood. I could clearly feel that she was about to cry, but in the end, she stayed. She listens to me very much
. She was temporarily unemployed and had free time every day, but I had to go to work during the day. I didn't think too much about it at the time and left her alone at my house until I got off work.
When I got home, she was gone. I asked my mom where she was, and she said she had an emergency and went back to Harbin. I immediately guessed that my mom had said something to her, so I
called her frantically, but she wouldn't answer. It wasn't until the third day that she finally answered my call. She said, "You'll never find me again." I asked
why, and she said there was no reason, then hung up. Every subsequent call was a long wait; she just wouldn't answer. So I kept calling, every spare
moment . On the weekend, I went to Harbin myself, but she still wouldn't answer. I even tried calling from a public phone, but she still wouldn't
answer. Finally, I found a hotel and stayed there, regretting that I hadn't visited her home before. Her house was in a low-rise area, too far from the city center, and I'd never had time to go before. Now I truly regretted it.
After a nap, I called the hotel, and this time she answered. I asked her where she was, saying I wanted to go find her. She cried and said she was in Beijing. Hearing "Beijing," I
suddenly thought of her ex-boyfriend and had a bad feeling. I immediately asked, "What are you going there for?" She said she was looking for a job, but when I said I was looking for a job, she wouldn't answer my calls.
I think you're still hung up on her. Actually, I was just saying that in anger. Unexpectedly, she seemed to get angry too, saying, "Why I came? Go ask
someone else." [The following is a separate, unrelated paragraph:] Her labia majora were bulging and upturned, and her labia minora were obediently close together. After parting the labia minora, her beautiful vagina and urethra were revealed. [The
following is a separate, unrelated paragraph:] She hung up the phone and wouldn't answer no matter how many times I called. With Monday approaching, I had no choice but to go home. When I got home, I asked my mom why she left, but
she wouldn't say. In a fit of anger, I moved in with my friend. My friend advised me not to take it too hard, but people aren't plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? [The following is a separate, unrelated paragraph:] This episode
is about flying kites.
I couldn't help but suck on her nipples, licking and caressing them, gently licking them with my tongue and lightly biting them with my teeth. Her nipples seemed to be filled with magic.
I called her, but she still wouldn't answer. Then one day, she called me from an unfamiliar number, saying she had found a job in Beijing and was temporarily staying at her ex-boyfriend
's house. I suddenly remembered her first time with her ex-boyfriend; she had lost her virginity in that house. I felt a mix of emotions.
She noticed my penis was soft and comforted me, saying, "It's okay, my darling, all men are like this the first time." But despite her words, I was almost frantic with worry. She saw our
intimate moment and became jealous. When I asked her when she would be back, she wouldn't say. I was also very angry and hung up the phone. Later, when I called that unfamiliar number again,
I couldn't reach her. Her cruel decision was definitely related to my mother. Unable to contact her, I was in immense pain. I drank and smoked every day. When my mother called,
I either argued loudly or ignored her. To this day, I still can't contact her, by phone, online, or anywhere else. I've left her
countless messages online, but I've never replied. Do you know, my beloved blog—your departure took my soul with you. I feel like a lost ghost,
filled with unbearable anguish.
It's been three years since my last meeting with her. I've seen my girlfriend since then, but I can never find the feeling I had with her. I've also
moved back home. After all, I lost my girlfriend; I can't lose the warmth of home too. I got married in early 2008! In this life, I don't know if we will
ever meet again. If there really is an afterlife, I would rather be two trees with you, rooted on the edge of a cliff, loving each other and never being apart...
If time could turn back and everything could start over, I would rather return to the place where the dream began.

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