After I heard the recording of my girlfriend cheating

When I first heard my girlfriend's soft, panting breaths coming from my phone's player, those two
scoundrels , uttering lewd and wanton words of adultery, I admit, my penis was hard the entire time
.
I didn't have time to feel heartache, or even to think about how to cope with this
sudden predicament. I just suddenly felt time stretch out—so long, so far beyond the reach
of my memories…
I love my girlfriend, I love her deeply.
Our connection began at a bus stop on Baihui Street.
It was a blazing summer day, the scorching sun baking the gray, oily ground. Waves of heat roared
at the end of the road, churning up thick puddles. Cars roared past, leaving behind the dull whistles of their engines,
a lingering, irritating sound.
Judging from the weather, it probably wouldn't be a happy day, but thankfully, I met her.
I remember she was wearing a beige shirt that day, her beautiful long hair cascading down like a waterfall, flowing and fragrant,
a fresh scent carrying a youthful charm that sent a shiver down my spine as I stood behind her. I
couldn't help but greedily search for the beautiful scenery below her.
It was a pink, tight-fitting short skirt. I held my breath, suppressing the pounding of my heart, and
looked down , down, my gaze tracing the curve of her hips, gently caressing
every inch of her long, bare legs, until it settled on her raised, white ankles. I couldn't control myself;
the hormones in my thorax could no longer be contained, the overflowing passion and the sudden, intense surge made me absolutely
certain that she shouldn't be just a passerby in my life.
Even if I'm rejected, or it ends in some unbearable humiliation, it doesn't matter. I just want to
try . It's like a gamble with huge variables, and I'm destined to pay every possible price.
For a seasoned gambler, the outcome is obviously no longer important. What's more
captivating is the heartbeat, each throbbing, tearing at the vocal cords, making the voice tremble
involuntarily , a trembling of happiness.
"Be my girlfriend~"
When those words are spoken, the fear of suddenly being the only person left in the world instantly
engulfs . The difficulty involved is profound. Each heartbeat, in this lonely world,
bursts out with a rhythm so strong it threatens to overturn everything.
Time seemed to freeze. Waiting became an unbearable torment. Fate's judgment was like
a sharp dagger, stuck in every breath I took. And on the other side of that dagger lay
every detail of her glance back:
her innocent expression, her scrutinizing gaze, and the blue popsicle she was sucking on.
I could even clearly see the juice inside the popsicle, trickling along the plastic edge, bubbles rising
upwards, gradually slowing, then becoming slower and slower…
Yes, that was the feeling of being sucked in. She seemed to have easily absorbed my entire being. The
moment the juice stopped freezing, I even felt a strange sense of loss.
This loss, like a vine, spread unchecked…
until the roaring bus stopped at the station, the automatic doors opening with a "whoosh," dispelling all
the frustration and unleashing a vortex of hope.
She then took my hand, saying nothing, just smiling like a ripe tomato…
That summer, we took the bus to the beach together.
A gentle breeze swept along the winding coastline, and the inrushing tide, mixed with refreshing foam,
washed over our feet. The feeling was unforgettable, as if the whole world had been refreshed.
I held her hand and walked on, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, breathing freely like
a seagull circling in the sky.
I remember the sunset that day was blood red, completely melting into the shimmering water.
The fishing boats and nets laden with seafood, bathed in a layer of oily afterglow, leaped with dazzling vitality.
She leaned against the picturesque seaside, as happy as a bird with its mouth agape, her arms outstretched,
her nose peeking out gracefully. She looked like she was waiting to be fed, a warm feeling that stirred my heart—a feeling of
trust and reliance that intoxicated me. I willingly peeled the hot, red shrimp for her, then
carefully fed the fresh meat to her moist lips.

Looking at her again, her happy smile, her eyes like crescent moons, letting her greedy little mouth suck on my finger.
It was like sucking on a penis, a stranger's penis, her flushed cheeks, her dreamy gaze, that lingering
, infatuated look.
Yet I could still imagine…
In the recording, the sporadic breaths continued, each note a
story to contemplate.
Thinking too much, I grew tired, weary.
I turned off my girlfriend's phone recording and sat alone on the living room sofa, feeling strangely
quiet. In the darkness, I could faintly hear the shower running in the bathroom not far
away , each drop of water shattering in my heart.
It's been a month since I left on my business trip.
I vividly remember that month ago today, right here where I'm sitting, that wild,
unforgettable !
Her long, silk-clad legs, like black snakes, coiled around my waist, her longing eyes a sin that
pierced my very bones, so deep, so alluring, burning my penis red, wanting only to penetrate, to explore,
to relentlessly deeper… deeper still…
she gasped, saying she didn't want me to forget her. I remained silent, just thrusting, thrusting until dawn
. Like a knife pulled away, the water flowed on, but I was trapped, unable to escape. I knew my sin was unforgivable.
Unless she offered salvation, what she truly gave me was a sharp knife plunged into my heart.
In the month since we parted, we've talked on the phone a lot. Several times I heard her panting, but she always said
it was just a cold. A cold, indeed! On my way back, I even stopped to buy her medicine!
Just two hours ago, she took the medicine bag with sweet eyes, praising me happily, saying, "Honey,
you're so good to me." At the time, it seemed like such a simple joy to me, but now it has turned into a complex
sorrow.
I couldn't even imagine what she had done behind my back.
A man's imagination, at this moment, could sprout wings and, even facing a newly changed, ordinary bed sheet,
still generate countless possible fantasies, relentlessly thrown onto it, and freely galloping out
unique and vivid images.
I stared blankly at the bed, constantly imagining what my girlfriend looked like when she called me. Yes, I
could imagine her pursed red lips, a face contorted with suppressed intense pleasure, and
what kind of allure that face must have held to exhale such a chaotic breath, permeated with sexual debauchery.
She said she missed me, missed my penis, but the treasure I was actually facing, the treasure that, according to her, kept
twitching inside her vagina, wasn't the electric dildo I gave her, but a penis, a real penis.
She breathed heavily, her breath coming in short, intermittent gasps, unable to control herself. I couldn't be sure exactly
what kind of to respond to that penis, but I was absolutely certain that she was at least enjoying it.
That decadent atmosphere was so familiar to me, someone I had shared countless times in bed with her.
Even through a thin telephone line, it couldn't interfere with my judgment in the slightest.
Through every change in the frequency of her breath, I could feel her trembling, that trembling deep within her soul. I
could even clearly feel the speed at which that penis churned inside her body, and the rhythmic movements of her breasts as she was
aroused .
The night was so deep and so long; I was afraid of dawn.
The sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped. My girlfriend asked me to get her a bathrobe. I hesitated for a long time before slowly
taking off my clothes, naked, penis erect, and went to get it.
[The End]

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