Adding fragrance to the red sleeves

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Long have I not drunk a thousand cups alone, wandering the streets in solitude.

I wonder when my soulmate will arrive; the internet holds beauty for many.

After graduation, I returned to Wuhan. After staying home for half a year, I grew increasingly bored, so I took a job as a salesman at a health product company. Early mornings and late nights, barely making ends meet. After two years, I finally managed to become a department manager. Internet cafes were booming then, giving me a place to kill time in the evenings.

I adopted the online name "Bored Crazy," indulging in unrestrained behavior, speaking my mind freely, and even chatting with a few respectable young women. Today was another group gathering; I couldn't refuse. With four gatherings a month and a hundred yuan contribution each time, it was really getting to me.

After the party, I left, not joining the group of men and women in the car, but suddenly wanting to walk alone. It's been a long time since I strolled the streets of Hankou, a long time since I closely observed the men and women

in their finery under the streetlights. I lit a Marlboro with a white filter, took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke cleared my head slightly after drinking Zhijiang mixed with Red Bull. I don't know when I started to like this way of drinking; it's sweet and refreshing on the palate, but the aftertaste is intoxicating. It adds a touch of bravado to drinking, but lacks some of the warmth and emotion. It's perfect for negotiating partners of equal standing to finalize agreements that are not for outsiders to know. Or perhaps it's a convenient tool for men to flirt with women.

Wufu Road, a very interesting station name. Wuhan's station names are quite interesting. From Yiyuan Road to Wansongyuan Road, from one to two, three, four, to hundreds and thousands, they all have names. Sometimes, when I'm bored while waiting for the bus, looking at the station names can help pass the time.

"You really don't want me to go?" a woman asked in a deliberately lowered voice. "It's not that I don't want you to go, but..." a man hesitated. I turned to look at the couple. The woman had clearly dressed up, and to my professional eye, she was somewhat shrewish. Although she was carefully dressed, it wasn't exactly flattering. A black cardigan, gray tights, and a floral skirt—I wondered if it was cold in Wuhan in March. Her face, which was fairly regular in appearance, was either too red or too dark; even a panda would feel ashamed of not having enough sleep or dark circles under its eyes. The man wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle and a suit with the label still on the cuffs, making him look somewhat hunched.

"I've been talking to him for almost a year, and today is the first time we've met!" the woman said, her pace quickening slightly. "There's nothing between us, we just met, and I'll be right back." The woman straightened the hem of her skirt, which barely covered her knees.

"Then I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you here," the man said hesitantly, his trouser pockets bulging. The poor man, probably powerless at home, had no outlet for his anger, only able to clench and unclench his fists.

"Don't wait for me, I'll be back soon," the woman said, preparing to board the stopped 707. The man reached out to grab her, but then pulled back.

I took out my phone; it was 10:25. The 588 I needed to take had its last bus. I peered in the direction the 588 had come from, but there was no sign of it.

I lit another cigarette, watching the woman. Before boarding, she glanced back at the man, met my gaze, then turned back to him. I stared intently at her. She seemed flustered, turned back to the man, and straightened his suit collar.

"Aren't you going?" The man's throat was phlegmy, his voice trembling.

"I can't explain it to you. I'm just going to see you. I don't want to talk to you," the woman forcefully shook off his hand that had been gently touching his collar, turned, and walked towards Liji Road, this time without looking back.

The man slowly stomped twice in place, glanced up at me, gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and slowly walked away in the direction the woman had gone. I watched his slightly thin figure disappear into the distance under the streetlights.

The bus arrived; it was nearly empty. A two-yuan coin bounced out. The driver called me back, and I awkwardly exchanged it for another and put it back into the automatic coin box. I'd read in the newspaper that Wuhan had set up counterfeit coin recycling bins on the streets. When would I have time to put this brand-new coin there? I sat by the window, thinking, and looked out. The woman stood in the dark corner of the roadside, looking back in the direction she had come from.

Sigh, men without patience or courage!

For some reason, the word "lover" suddenly came to mind.

In human thought, a lover is a member of the opposite sex with whom one can have sexual relations, other than one's legal spouse—a term often carrying a negative connotation.

In my mind, "lover" is a beautiful word. The word "love" encompasses so many definitions. True love arises when confidants, lovers, teachers, and partners intertwine. Lovers are free from the trivialities of family, the constraints of children, and the disputes of finances; they are only bound by mutual affection and cherishing. When love is strong enough, things fall into place naturally. Lovers can pour out their hearts, watch over each other, support each other wholeheartedly, laugh together, and endure separation.

Of course, men and women who are together for power, money, coercion, or inducement do not deserve to be called lovers. At most, they are mistresses or adulterers; to put it more politely, they are just mistresses, not lovers.

Once upon a time, I began to worry about marriage, about finding a woman I loved. Many times, I thought I had found the woman who loved me and whom I loved, but time and again, fate played tricks on me. Rather than this, I thought I might as well find a lover to spend the rest of my life with.

My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the name "Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance," it was a friend from the group.

"Hello!" I answered the phone, shifting my position on the hard chair.

"Crazy, are you home yet?" Hongxiu Tianxiang's sweet voice rang out.

"Not yet, just got off the Second Bridge." A sudden fire ignited within me.

"Then come over here, I want to drink more, will you keep me company?" She stretched on the other end of the line, speaking coyly.

"Drink more? My head's still spinning."

"Just one beer, I can't sleep."

"Okay, I'll change buses after I cross the bridge." I hung up, my genitals stirring. I knew today was going to be interesting.

Hongxiu Tianxiang, 28, wasn't a very active woman in the group. She always sat quietly in the corner at gatherings, singing beautifully. She owned a two-bedroom apartment, a car, and a house. Her husband was a manager at an overseas company in Italy, currently in the Philippines.

We said we'd drink one beer, but we ended up drinking a case of Jinlongquan beer. Hongxiu was clearly drunk, and suddenly she slumped onto the table, sobbing softly.

It turned out that today was the anniversary of Hongxiu's death. Hongxiu's grandfather was a veteran of the Red Army and had considerable influence in the city. Her twin sister married a soldier and had a son. During a visit to her husband's hometown, the couple were in a car accident, and all three died.

Hongxiu was drunk and unsteady on her feet. I carried her home. She vaguely pointed out directions; thankfully, she still remembered where her house was.

I laid her down on the bed, took off her coat, covered her with a blanket, and then went to the bathroom to get a basin, placing it beside her bed. I sighed. I had thought I could finally have some fun, but she was completely drunk.

I reluctantly closed her bedroom door. I opened the front door, and a gust of cold wind blew in. I checked my watch; it was already past 2 a.m. I thought I shouldn't go home. If necessary, I'd just spend the night on the sofa.

I closed the door again, leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned on the TV. The little swallow was chirping incessantly. Frustrated, I browsed all the channels, but a restless feeling still lingered. My mouth was dry, and the beer I'd gulped down, mixed with the Red Bull cocktail I'd had that afternoon, rushed straight to my head.

It was almost 4 o'clock. Lying on the sofa, I felt a bit cold. I sat up and quietly walked to Hongxiu's bedroom door. I opened it; Hongxiu was fast asleep. I tiptoed to the bedside, slowly sat down, and gently stroked her forehead. It felt smooth and her skin was incredibly delicate. I lay down on the bed fully clothed and gently pulled the blanket over myself.

The even breathing of Hongxiu beside me, the faint fragrance emanating from the blankets—a woman's bed is indeed different. I drifted off to sleep, feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, Hongxiu turned over, draping her arm over me, muttering "Brother-in-law!"

I was startled awake. I slowly reached out my right hand, putting my arm around her shoulder, and pulled the blanket up to cover her, then began to stroke her back.

Hongxiu snuggled closer to me, burying her head in my chest, her legs draped over mine. My hand slowly slid down, slipping inside her panties, caressing her round buttocks, and giving them a few firm squeezes. Hongxiu let out a soft moan, wrapping her arms around my neck: "Brother-in-law, I missed you so much!" I lowered my head and kissed Hongxiu's lips, tentatively asking, "What did you miss about your brother-in-law?" "I missed your big cock, I missed your big cock fucking me," Hongxiu murmured in her sleep.

Hearing this, my penis instantly hardened. My hand slipped inside her panties from the front, caressing her vulva. Hongxiu's vulva was full, with sparse, soft pubic hair. I gently massaged her vulva with my thumb, and soon Hongxiu's cunt was already soaking wet.

I thought Hongxiu and her brother-in-law must have a story, and my curiosity made me want to delve deeper.

"Do you remember how many times your brother-in-law fucked you?" I asked softly.

"Many, many times. Whenever no one was around, my brother-in-law would fuck my cunt. You're so naughty." Hongxiu's buttocks were thrusting hard, making her labia press even closer to my fingers.

"Brother-in-law will fuck you with his big cock again, okay?" I said, starting to take off my clothes.

"Okay, come and fuck me, come and fuck my little cunt." Hongxiu twisted her body.

I kissed Hongxiu's lips, and she returned the kiss passionately. Our tongues intertwined. I freed my hands to help her take off her bra, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts. I lowered my head and bit her nipple, arching my body to pull down her panties. Hongxiu lifted her buttocks, cooperating as I pulled them down. Then, I took off my own pants. Suddenly, Hongxiu grabbed my penis and began to masturbate rapidly.

I felt waves of tingling sensations on my penis, leaned down to kiss her nipples, and moved one hand down, probing between her labia. I inserted two knuckles of my index finger, then gently teased her G-spot inside her vagina. Soon, Hongxiu's buttocks began to sway, and she let out moaning sounds. I increased the frequency of my finger vibrations. Hongxiu couldn't take it anymore and tried to push my arm away, but I remained unmoved, increasing the frequency and force even more. Soon, Hongxiu's waist tensed, her buttocks thrust upwards forcefully, and her hands gripped her breasts, kneading them vigorously.

I knelt, my other hand reaching under her buttocks, supporting them. I inserted another finger into her vagina, vibrating it even faster. Suddenly, Hongxiu arched her back, letting out a long cry as she climaxed.

Hongxiu opened her eyes, saw me, and exclaimed in surprise, "How come it's you?" I quickly bent down and hugged her, kissing her lips. "It's me. I didn't leave. I was worried about you." "We can't do this. I'm married." Hongxiu symbolically pushed me away, but I kissed her even more passionately.

"I love you!" These words, which no one would normally believe, seemed to please Hongxiu. A moment later, she began to return my kisses.

I parted her legs with my own, then knelt between them, my lips slowly sliding down, kissing her neck, chest, and breasts. Then I gently brushed her nipples with my lips, causing Hongxiu to tremble. She tightly embraced my head with both hands.

I slowly lowered my buttocks, my penis gradually approaching her cunt. Then, I gently swayed my hips, my penis lightly touching Hongxiu's cunt. With each touch, Hongxiu's buttocks lifted up. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my penis, then lifted her buttocks, her vagina rubbing forcefully against my penis. Then, she aimed my penis at her vagina, thrusting her buttocks upwards, and reached out to hug my buttocks. I had nowhere to hide, so I could only gently thrust my penis in and out of her cunt a few times, then suddenly thrust hard, my entire penis deeply penetrating her cunt.

Hongxiu screamed, her legs wrapping around my buttocks, her hands unconsciously stroking my back. I began to increase the intensity of my thrusting. At this moment, Hongxiu was like an octopus, clinging to me tightly. I rolled over onto the bed, assuming a woman-on-top position with Hongxiu. Hongxiu sat up straight, rubbing her smooth, white breasts with both hands, pressing her cunt down forcefully, allowing my penis to penetrate deeply. Then, she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth. Hongxiu's waist was very slender, without any excess fat, and the frequency of her hip movements was very rhythmic. I held her waist and hips, feeling the tingling sensation from my penis rubbing against her cervix, and I began to moan softly, "So good." Hongxiu's experience with sex was definitely exceptionally rich. She lay on top of me, her hands around my neck, her hips rising and falling rapidly, each time lifting her cunt to the head of my penis before accurately and deeply penetrating it.

My glans began to feel increasingly numb and itchy, and I couldn't help but grab her buttocks, then forcefully thrust my hips upwards, my penis penetrating even deeper into her cunt. Hongxiu's moans grew louder, her head swaying from side to side, her long hair brushing against my face. She pressed her buttocks down forcefully, her cunt tightly gripping my penis. Then, she swayed her hips violently from side to side; I knew she was about to climax again. So, I lifted my head and took her nipple into my mouth, gripping her buttocks tightly with both hands, pressing down hard. My waist was straight, my buttocks lifted, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper into her cunt.

The tender flesh inside Hongxiu's cunt began to rhythmically suck on my penis and writhe violently. My glans felt a surge of heat flowing down from the depths of Hongxiu's cunt; my glans went numb, and my semen gushed out.

At that moment, dawn broke outside the window. Birds chirped merrily from the houses downstairs. Hongxiu lay on my chest, I held her buttocks, my penis throbbing inside her cunt, the afterglow of her climax still lingering. We fell asleep like that, embracing each other.

After that, I stayed at Hongxiu's house almost every day. She was like a dutiful wife, asking me what I wanted to eat and drink every day, and then she would go and buy it for me. We would eat dinner together when I came back.

During this time, I honestly lost count of how many times we had sex. We tried every spot in her house, and Hongxiu taught me many positions step by step.

Moreover, I finally learned about Hongxiu's relationship with her brother-in-law.

It turned out that once during a family gathering, her brother-in-law got drunk, and Hongxiu's sister had to go out for something. While Hongxiu was taking care of her brother-in-law, he mistook her for his wife and had sex with her. At that time, Hongxiu was still a virgin, so it didn't matter. Her brother-in-law was tall and handsome, and Hongxiu liked him. But who would have thought that she would get pregnant on the first try? Her sister eventually found out about this, so the sister pretended to be Hongxiu, and Hongxiu pretended to be the sister. Hongxiu and her brother-in-law were together for a year until the child was born, and then the two sisters switched back. Perhaps due to good physical training from a young age, Hongxiu recovered remarkably well after childbirth. She didn't even have a single stretch mark on her stomach, looking just like a young woman.

When her child was three, Hongxiu finally married, arranged by her family. Her husband was abroad most of the year, only returning occasionally. Either Hongxiu was menstruating or sick, so they rarely had sex.

When Hongxiu wanted sex, she would pretend to be her sister to seduce her brother-in-law. According to Hongxiu, her brother-in-law liked to fantasize about his wife being his sister-in-law when he was having sex with her. Ironically, not only did he actually have sex with his sister-in-law, but his son was also born to his sister-in-law. I find this hard to believe.

It would be truly bizarre if someone couldn't tell the difference between their wife and sister-in-law. I guess her brother-in-law was happy because his wife and sister-in-law didn't openly admit it. Putting myself in her shoes, I probably would have done the same.

Finally, four years later, we got married. When Hongxiu filed for divorce from her ex-husband, he signed the papers without hesitation. Our married life was very happy. Hongxiu's sexual skills improved rapidly, and every time we had sex, she wanted me to pretend to be her brother-in-law. We did it in the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, parking lot, park, movie theater—anywhere we could think of.

Two years later, perhaps due to Hongxiu's genes, we had twin sons. We were so busy taking care of them that we had much less time for sex.

Now, our sons are older and have been cared for by their grandparents, and our blissful sexual days have returned.

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