[Desires that have been let go]

I'm a massage therapist working in a bathhouse. I'm 1.86 meters tall, and the long hours

spent working in a closed environment at night have slowly eroded my dark skin and the muscles I should have had. What

's left is a listless and melancholic expression. Even my smiles are mechanical, just a mechanical movement of the corners of my mouth to reveal my white

teeth . I feel like I've lost my soul. What remains is a numb, mechanical movement of certain

parts of my body. But the only thing that gives me any balance is the substantial income and the experience of dealing with one arrogant,

haughty .

Around 1 a.m., a woman who runs a private business and is a regular customer called my number. I sighed and,

with my necessary items, went to her usual large private room. I must mention this 30-year-old

woman named Xue'er, five years older than me. She runs a steel business. She's not tall, but she has a large bust and a wide bottom; her breasts look like they

're about to burst out of her bra, and her buttocks are pert and high. Plus, her husband ran away shortly after their marriage (I originally wanted to kill her off for the sake of

the plot , but then I thought better of it), and she had no children, so she didn't look like a 30-year-old

woman at all.

As soon as I entered the room, she had already taken off all her clothes, only wearing a bath towel. She glanced back at me but didn't

say anything . I first went to the bedside to put my things down and took out a bottle of oil. I removed her bath towel and poured some on her back.

She naturally relaxed her whole body. The massage from her neck to her waist consisted of several steps. First, applying

the oil; it had to be spread evenly and the time shouldn't be too long or too short, otherwise it would lose its effectiveness. The second step

was the massage; it was crucial to press the correct acupoints and control the pressure well so that the client felt comfortable

and relaxed as much as possible. I don't know why, but today I felt distracted during the massage, as if

something was happening, so I used a little too much pressure, and she even groaned a few times. After finishing her back,

I didn't follow the procedure of applying oil to the other areas. Because I was distracted, and the oil was expensive, plus we were already familiar with each other, I went straight to massaging

her legs. I gently parted her thighs to the sides, running my palm along the inside, occasionally pinching hard

, and sometimes teasing her pubic hair. Before I knew it, she was moaning intermittently.

Seeing that the time was almost up, I turned her over; Xue'er's face was already flushed. It seemed

she had been drinking that night… I took a sip of the ice water I had prepared, licking from her neck down to her abdomen, repeating this a few times,

then put an ice cube in my mouth and took her already swollen nipple into my mouth. She was already very sensitive,

and with the added stimulation, she quickly began to moan. Seeing that the time was right, I slipped my hand into her already wet

vagina . Under my double stimulation, her moans grew louder, echoing in the empty room, making

me feel uncomfortable. But driven by desire, I didn't think too much.

To maximize my earnings, I abruptly stopped as her moans grew louder. She

stared at me with eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and longing. I took out two dice from my bag—

a set of erotic dice I'd bought online. Each set had six sides, labeled: blow, hit, lick, touch,

dry, suck, hand, mouth, bb, pp, succumb, nipples. I held the dice in front of her. She looked at them and rolled them

. They showed "hit" and "butt." She cooperated by presenting her buttocks to me. I took out

a small whip I'd prepared beforehand (one side was a handle, the other a soft leather strap) and gently lashed

her buttocks. Soon, she began to moan and writhe. Seeing this, I lashed her twice more, leaving red welts on her buttocks. I stopped and made her roll the dice again. This time, she rolled "dry" and "bb." She looked at them and smiled with satisfaction. She pushed me up onto the bed and straddled me. 　　She pulled down my pants and started stroking my already hard and pliable penis with her hand. Seeing my engorged member, she slammed down on me. I could feel her vagina was already very wet. Caught off guard, I suddenly became enraged. I picked her up and slammed her against the wall. I lifted her buttocks with both hands and began thrusting. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last, making her moan . "Ah... um... hmm... faster. Fuck me harder, faster." She also started kissing my ears and neck. Stimulated by her, I worked even harder, relentlessly pounding into her vagina. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the room . After about 200 thrusts, she had an orgasm. She kept saying, "Good husband, you rascal, you're fucking me to death, I feel so good." Then I threw the bed. I picked up the dice and rolled a "no." I grinned at her, revealing the word "pp." Then I inserted my fingers into her tight anus, going from one finger to three. Stimulated during this time, she climaxed once. Seeing the time was right, I put on a condom and thrust it hard into her anus. She screamed in pain . Having done it to her anus before, I knew she would enjoy it immensely. So I thrust vigorously, varying the pace, constantly stimulating her with words: " You slut, am I fucking you good? Do you like me fucking your anus? Beg me to keep fucking you!" She responded, " Faster , good husband, fuck me to death , fuck my anus harder !" Ahhh... Hmm... Ahh ... He smiled at me: "You're really strong, you made me feel so good ." Then we fell asleep together. 　　*Boom!* Without feeling anything unusual, without any warning, I only felt things shaking . I didn't know what could make the house shake so badly. I rolled off the bed with her in my arms. Because it was on the first floor, and the bed was sturdy, it soon became quiet. We were both terrified by the sudden movement, especially her, who clung to me and cried. There was no sound around us, and my throat was parched. I reached out to see if I could find my phone or anything else, but to no avail. When I was exhausted from shouting, I realized I had to conserve my energy for the upcoming earthquake. It didn't seem so cold, because we were naked and embracing each other. The shock made us forget the pain in our bodies, not knowing where we were hurt or where we were bleeding, only panic. 　　Time passed slowly, and a sliver of light appeared, but there was still no sound. I was incredibly thirsty, so I...

I gave her my saliva, and we absorbed the last bit of salt from each other. It kept us awake for a moment. There were no

more impulses; we just quietly hugged each other tighter, using our bodies to tell her, "I'm here with you." Don't

be afraid . Slowly, pain returned. Something was pressing down on our legs. We moved a few times,

the pain excruciating, but thankfully, there were no signs of fractures. I don't know

how much time passed; it felt longer than ever before. Although we were both naked,

there was no impulse, no impure thought. We just quietly hugged each other. Perhaps we were terrified

, or perhaps reason told us we were still alive.

Until we heard someone shouting, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Help! Help! I'm down there, my legs won't move.

Save my child!" It sounded noisy outside—the sounds of machinery, crying, and shouting all mixed together. I don't

know where the courage came from, but I screamed, "There's someone here! Help me! There are two people here! Come quickly and save me!"

Time ticked by, and the light filtering down grew stronger. We knew we were saved and

hugged each other tightly.

No one seemed to care that we were naked, no one seemed to care who we were; everyone was busy searching, some

even forgetting to wipe the blood from their foreheads, ignoring the bleeding wounds on their bodies

…

When we learned from the hospital that we only had external injuries, we hugged each other tightly, devoid of

any other desires. When I joined the rescue team, she grabbed my hand and said, “We used to have so many

desires, but now I know that life is the most important thing. When you come back, we'll enjoy life to the fullest…

”

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