The passion ignited by boiling fish

The Passion for Boiled Fish

[Foreword]

This weekend felt like the coldest day since the beginning of winter. I originally wanted to play basketball, but after looking at the weather outside

and touching my injured ankle, I gave up. So after lunch, I lay in bed drinking tea, watching TV, and typing on the keyboard

to pass the time, which was quite pleasant. It's been two weeks since the passion sparked by a bowl of egg drop soup. She visited

once during that time to bring me a doll made by her company for a competition. Of course, passion was still there, and she

seemed even more uninhibited than the first time. But new faces are always better, so let's leave that aside. Today, I want to tell the story of

a …

| [Character Introduction]

Me: 30, 175cm, 70kg, former PR professional. Her: 24, 172cm,

around 45kg, a junior at a university in Beijing, also a sales representative at an exhibition company.

[Met on Yahoo! Space]

Getting to know this girl was purely accidental. Since Yahoo! Space redesigned its friend section, it's become more like a

blog. Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll go there to write a little and post some photos, just for my own

amusement. That's how I got to know this girl. The opportunity arose because she saw some of my collected Toy

2R Violent Bears in my photos and really liked them. So I left her a message saying I'd send her a pair for Valentine's Day. After adding each other on QQ

, we chatted casually for a while, and I learned a basic about her situation—[born in 1984,

from Shandong, a junior studying international trade at a university in Beijing, with few classes, so she

worked as a salesperson at an exhibition company near Sanyuanqiao, and occasionally did part-time work as an exhibition model; she had a boyfriend, but it seems they broke up]. So we chatted casually that

afternoon , mainly about how much she wanted to eat boiled fish.

She described in detail how obsessed she was with boiled fish on weekends and her strong desire to find someone to eat it with her.

However, I really can't stand spicy food, so I declined in every way. Later, she said, "Useless, I'm

going to ask my female classmate to come with me, I'm going to take a shower!" and then she left. At the time, I thought she was such a cheerful and innocent

girl, so I continued to glance at the TV and computer. Around 5 p.m., she suddenly came online again

and said, "Damn it, my classmate stood me up. She went with her husband. She values her boyfriend more than her friends." After a few complaints, she asked me

to have dinner with her. I felt like anyone who ate boiled fish with her would be willing to give themselves to her. After thinking for a while, I

decided to take the plunge and said, "Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. You've been crying and saying you're hungry. I'll check your

stomach to see if it's flat." I got dressed, grabbed some money, got off the bus, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Southeast Third Ring Road...

[Eating at a boiled fish restaurant] "

The traffic in Beijing on weekends is really sprinting. A journey that usually takes 40 minutes now takes less than 20. I got

off the bus, crossed the overpass, and bought a few lottery tickets. I called and it was time to go. The girl told me to wait at the entrance

of her apartment complex. The draft between the high-rise buildings was really strong. I lit a cigarette and waited,

chatting with the unlicensed taxi drivers waiting for fares. Five minutes later, I saw her walking towards me from afar. I had seen her photo before, so even though

it was late, I recognized her. I quietly crept up to her and saw her taking out her phone. I called out

, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Who told you to make a phone call here?" "MM was clearly startled, but quickly recognized

me and smiled, asking where we were going to eat. I said, 'You're the local, you decide.' As we got into the black cab, I sized her

up : she looked much more natural than in the photos, wearing a black coat and yellow boots. As for what was underneath, I couldn't see.

While the car was turning around, I teased her, 'Come here, let me feel your belly, is it flat?' She jumped away.

The boiled fish restaurant wasn't far from her home; it was quite elegant. We ordered a few dishes, and the whole meal proceeded in a harmonious, friendly, and warm atmosphere

. We exchanged views on issues we cared about, mainly about our campus life,

interesting anecdotes, our bosses' stupidity and stinginess, and relationships. I listened to her criticize

her boyfriend for cheating on her and refusing to admit it, and I offered appropriate comfort and agreement.

Overall, given her greater life experience, I still managed to win her over. At the time, I thought, 'This...'" On a cold

weekend, chatting and having dinner with such a nice girl was quite fulfilling. After paying the bill and leaving, I found it very cold,

the wind still blowing. I waited for ages but no one was available, so I stood slightly behind her and gently hugged

her. She leaned in obediently. Just as I was feeling a little dazed, a taxi with its "for hire" light on stopped

in front of us. I greeted the driver's mother as I got in, telling him, "Sir, turn around under the bridge ahead, take her

to Baihuan Jiayuan first, then take me back to Chaonei." A minute later, she said from the back seat, "Aren't you going to come to my place and help me

clean my apartment?" I suddenly remembered joking on QQ about helping her clean her apartment, so I asked her

, "How much do you charge me per hour?" She said, "My wages are low, maybe 10 cents." I said, "Okay then, since

you're still a student, I'll give you a discount." As I said this, my inner turmoil was about to explode

. I was convinced that God was also eating boiled fish on the weekend…

[k[Rolling around in her little house]]

Her place was actually very close to the restaurant, only a 5-minute walk away. It was a three-bedroom

apartment , and she lived in one of the smaller rooms. The room was messier than I had imagined. The 12-square-meter room had the bed taking up

most of the space, clothes hanging all over the walls, plush toys piled on the bed, and a table that looked like an Apple store with a notebook

on was covered with puzzle foam. It seems that this post-80s girl's life skills are still not very good.

After entering the room, she took off her coat, and I noticed that she was wearing a khaki-colored cotton skirt underneath, with a pair of

slightly thick black stockings. Although they were thick, I could still vaguely see the flesh color. Her breasts under the thin sweater were not large,

but they were quite perky. She plopped down on the floor and started turning on the computer, saying to me, "Let's get to work,

haha." I said, "Really? Can I break the contract?" "No way," she said, "100 times the penalty for breach of contract."

I pulled out 10 yuan from my pocket, swung it on her bed like a

taunt, and said, "I'm not doing this anymore!" and we all burst out laughing. Hearing her laptop running loudly, I went over to take a look. It turned out to be her old IBM T21 laptop, clearly

having had its hard drive uncleaned in a long time. It was making a lot of noise. Looking at the system configuration, it only had 256MB

of RAM—no wonder it was slow. I said, "I'll download Super Rabbit to clean up your junk files first, then I'll give you..."

"Adding a strip of paper will speed things up a lot," she said, starting the tasks she could do with her eyes closed.

While she was organizing the computer, she showed me her new photo album. She was clearly a girl who loved beauty, so I teased her, saying, "I'll get a set

taken , and the computer was almost done organizing. She opened a folder to

show me other photos of her. I felt awkward sitting on the bed, so I knelt behind her, reaching my hands

forward to operate the computer. My face unconsciously brushed against hers, and I felt her tremble slightly. I didn't change my posture.

As I continued looking at and commenting on her photos, I could clearly feel her breathing quicken. When she

saw one set of photos featuring a zebra-print dress, I said, "Your legs are still very attractive." She turned her head

and said, "Really?" I unexpectedly kissed her and said, "Yes, I've thought

so since I saw your photos on social media." She was probably a little startled by my kiss, but immediately said, "You pervert!" However, in my

mind, that phrase was interpreted as "come!" I then leaned in and kissed her lips and ear.

M reacted strongly, and her tongue was very soft, but my kneeling position was really uncomfortable, so I picked her up and leaned

against the bed. I reached inside her shirt and felt the lace bra. Her breasts, though not very full, were

unusually sensitive. After removing her shirt, I pulled her onto the bed and unbuttoned her skirt [a row of large buttons in the front].

Underneath her black stockings was a small blue triangle, almost a thong. As I undressed her, I noticed she

didn't have much pubic hair, but after spreading her legs, I found it was quite abundant. After tasting it, her voice was

somewhat dazed, but her finger pointed to the drawer opposite the bed. I reached over and opened it, finding two small condoms [

I was really thinking I hadn't brought any condoms, and I wasn't even planning to take advantage of her!]. Having obtained the tools, I

was even more encouraged and quickly disarmed myself... [Several words omitted here], sigh, as one gets older,

the first time is always a failure, I was done in less than 10 minutes, while the girl

bit . Afterwards, she said, "You pervert, when did I say that eating fish meant repaying with my body??" I

said no, I couldn't help myself. After we covered ourselves with the blanket, we talked about our time with her boyfriend, complaining about

all his shortcomings. She said she hadn't had sex for a month and a half, etc. At that moment, I wondered

how a girl who didn't even go to places like massage parlors could indulge her passion with me? Was it just a feeling?

While I was pondering this, MM suddenly said she was hungry. I said, "Are you a straight eater? You ate a whole bowl of fish!"

She looked angry and said, "You're the one with a straight eater! I want to see if you're straight!" Then she jumped under the covers and took my penis

in , very slowly but gently. Although I occasionally got scratched by her teeth,

I could feel her concentration. A few minutes later, I flipped her over and started 69. Because it was on the edge of the bed, I accidentally

rolled off and landed on a plush bear. She laughed at me from the bed. I pulled her

legs and pulled her down a bit, then started to "tame" her. It was then that I realized how harmonious it was for her

height —me standing on the edge of the bed, her lying on the edge, her long legs wrapped around my waist. The second time

felt even more open than the first. She pulled on the pillow while making me turn on the music on my laptop. It

was so awkward using the mouse with my left hand. It turned out to be a song by the Flower Band [I hate that stupid band the most]. With the music

playing , she stopped biting the pillowcase. Although she was still suppressing her moans, I could tell she had released a lot

. After several rounds, we finally finished in a doggy-style position. We lay exhausted on the bed, and she buried her head in my chest, continuing to call

me a "pervert." Half an hour later, she said, "I'm sleepy. I have to go to work tomorrow. You should get some rest too."

I knew she felt it wasn't convenient for me to stay overnight, so I got up, dressed, poured her a

glass , turned off the computer, straightened her clothes and laid them out by the bed, kissed her, and told her to get some rest. I went downstairs,

and it was still very cold outside, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. Just as I logged onto Taxi, I received

a message from her: "Thanks for treating me to fish, you pervert! Message me when you get home!" When I got home, I texted her: "Thanks for treating

me to fish, get some sleep." She replied: "Hmph, I'm going to sleep now."

I ran into her on QQ today, and she said, "I slept really well last night. Remember to clean my room next time,

no cheating!"

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