[Guest Lover 2016] (01-03) Author: Zhu Yixin

Author: Zhu Yixin
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1.

My boyfriend is working in Macau. Recently, his company has been so busy rushing to complete a project that all short weeks have been canceled. It's
awful! Now we only see each other one day a week. What's called seven days apart feels like a week. The longing in my heart is beyond words.
We're both so busy and starving, and I really suspect this will harm our physical health in the long run. A couple of days ago, after finishing all my exams
and submitting my papers, I rewarded myself with a day of leisure. I went to my parents' house and picked up a couple more summer clothes. Then I realized that
some clothes I couldn't wear before still can't fit now, proving that youth hasn't left me yet.

I went to my aunt's room and took out a bunch of old clothes to try on before buying. Among them, I tried on a
beige tank top and a super short spring mini skirt in a South Korean style. I don't even remember why
I bought these two items that day, given my usually frugal lifestyle. I probably only wore them once or twice before putting them away. After trying them on this time,
I believe I will never wear these two items out again. The tank top is too revealing for me,
and the skirt is too short and too narrow because I've gained weight in the past few years. I think everyone
reading this understands how frustrating it is: a piece of clothing you'll never wear again feels
wasteful to throw away. So, after some thought, I decided to categorize it as "special occasion clothing," like a high school uniform—something
you could even borrow from a erotic theater.

After figuring it out, I had a sudden realization: I've done my part for environmental protection, and my philosophy has become a step
closer to Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi. Since I took a selfie and didn't want to keep it to myself, I texted my boyfriend and casually
added a picture to say hi to him.

"Wow, you're seducing me like this?!?!"

"I'll be waiting for you to come back tonight, all

naked." "Are you wearing anything?"

"No."

So, let me tell you, if you arouse someone, they will arouse you in return. You end up blushing and panting, and your lower body is
already wet. Not quite done, so we took another sent photo (my boyfriend said that
a girl hanging on one leg with her underwear is a very seductive image, so I obediently cooperated).

"Let's figure out why time is passing so slowly, baby."

"You're so naughty. So really naughty. I'm going to punish you tonight."

"Okay, okay, I'll pretend to be scared first." "

Great! I want to get out of the office right now!"

...

The result of a week of being starved and the random sent photos was: on Saturday night, after he rushed back
, we did it twice; after cuddling and falling asleep, we had morning sex once; on Sunday afternoon, we did it once,
and again before falling asleep??

Before my boyfriend arrived, I had already prepared dinner – this time I made smoked salmon, apple, and honey salad,
my own fun dish "Young and Fresh Meat Not Enough to Make Ginger Red Face", and pancakes; I also took a shower, washed my hair,
and dried myself off, looking forward to spending the night with my lover, smelling wonderful.

"I didn't lock the door, come in by yourself in a bit."

"Okay, wait for me to 'come in'."

Hearing his footsteps outside the door, I immediately rushed forward to open it. Before even saying "You're back?", I
pounced on him, stood on tiptoe, and hugged his neck for a kiss. He casually threw his briefcase on the
ground . At the same time, he held my waist tightly, squeezing me firmly. Then, while kissing me, he
mumbled "I'm dying" several times, while stroking my waist, pinching my breasts, and squeezing my nipples. I
couldn't help moan softly, completely feeling that he was already hard. He kept kissing me until we both fell onto
the sofa. I took the opportunity to catch my breath and said softly with a seductive look,

"Let's eat first, baby."

"I'm eating now, I want to eat you first."

"Let's fill our stomachs first, the food stalls are all cold now."

"Okay, I'll slowly cook you up after I'm full?"

My boyfriend had been working all day and traveling long distances, rushing back to find me, so he was actually exhausted and hungry. He
wolfed down his food like a little kid, his hand mischievously groping my thigh. He
finished in less than ten minutes, not even bothering to admire my fancy new dishes and creativity. My mother taught me that to keep
a man's thinking about sex. If you don't
satisfy a man first, how will you have the energy for a passionate encounter?

~End of Prologue~

2.

After satisfying the man, it's his turn to satisfy me. I deliberately didn't carry my boyfriend's sweater into the bathroom,
and then told him to go take a shower; on the other hand, I quickly washed the dishes and wiped the table clean, then got into bed, stripped naked, put on a white la
cebra and a small undershirt, and waited for him. About ten minutes later, he came back completely naked.

"Finished showering? Let me blow-dry your hair first."

"(Seeing me enjoying myself so much, my little brother suddenly looked up) Hmm??"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at me with hazy eyes and casually sat on his thigh, seriously holding
the hairdryer to blow-dry his hair; but one hand quickly cupped my patties, and the other hand reached down and stroked my genitals
up and down ? Soft, warm, and wet.

"Ah?? You're already so wet, little sis? You want it so badly?" His movements were as gentle as a feather,
making my already aroused heart flutter even more—I immediately screamed, "Yes! I want it!!!"
At the same time I tried to suppress the tingling sensations coming from below and his teasing tone, and tried my best to dry
the ends of her hair: "What?? What's wrong?" I reluctantly shook the hairdryer a couple of times, saying no but my body was obviously telling the truth,
my lower body was dripping wet. "Your hair is dry—" His patience seemed to have run out, so he threw
the hairdryer aside, and before I could recover from the shock, he roughly hugged me, turned me around and pressed me down to prevent me from moving around, and then piled up
a round passionate wet kisses, his hands still attacking. "Huh??" I was so wet from being rubbed by him that I could barely stay wet, so I could only
weakly use my usual "kitten bath" technique, sucking and licking along his face and chin, which were covered in countless kisses,
and pleading weakly in his ear:

"Give it to me, Herman, I want it, please put it in?"

"What? Can't you hear me?" His victorious eyes were almost electrifying.

"I want you to put it in?" I coaxed him into repeating it weakly in his ear.

"Where? Huh? Tell me?"

"Where??"

At the same time, I reached out and grabbed his little brother. It was so hot and hard, as hot as my face.
My mind was almost blank. I subconsciously started to stroke it up and down, rubbing it against my door.

"I really want to fuck you. Have you been holding back all day?" Before the words were finished, we both let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The iron rod I had been dreaming of had already thrust in and filled my soul. It went in and out, in and
out, perfectly fitting. Then he slightly turned me to the side, lifted my left leg, placed it on his shoulder,
and thrust
in
again—deep and slow. I fully enjoyed each of his loving promises, my moans rising in waves. Soon, he lowered my legs, gripped my clitoris firmly with both hands, kissed my forehead, and suddenly sped up—until he sprinted, ejaculating completely inside my honey pot.

"What was that move called? Is this our first time trying it?"

"Yes, silly girl, it's 'half a roast goose thigh,' do you like it?"

I noticed faint red finger marks on his arm and my left thigh, and nodded with a happy smile.

3. In the first scene of "The Lover's Tale

," you can see that the female lead was starved and her desire was overwhelming . She was so hungry
she couldn't even enjoy the foreplay; she was almost out of time. After being teased by the male lead for a while, she couldn't resist
reaching in guiding his penis inside. No wonder, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Although there wasn't any tender, lingering affection,
it was a direct assault, a quick and decisive victory to allow everyone to catch their breath before the second scene?

After my boyfriend ejaculated inside me, he kissed me for a while, then went to the bathroom for a post-coital cigarette. The young woman got up, cleaned herself up
a bit to remove the remaining fluid, poured herself a glass of water, and noticed that her white lace bottom was
completely soaked from the previous encounter, a clear sign of her desire. So, she reluctantly put on her tank top, completely naked, and went to sit down and play the piano.
—Hey, you might be frowning and asking, "Playing the piano at this hour? What are you doing?" Well, that's not how it works.
Ancient texts in the *Book of Rites* (specifically the chapter on music) record the close relationship between music and human emotions, feelings, and thoughts; music can
educate, cultivate, and stimulate people, and people can convey their emotions through music and song. Its power to move people should not be underestimated.
Do you really think the historical story of Sima Xiangru using the piano to woo Zhuo Wenjun is just a silly farce? Just to be frank:
The wildly popular novel *Fifty Shades of Grey* has a scene where the male protagonist plays the piano, and
the female protagonist, after eavesdropping, goes to hug and seduce him. Of course, I'm not comparing myself to that. Besides, everyone's fate is different.
They write lewd things and get
all the recognition , only to be repeatedly warned by the forum moderator.

A while ago, blablablaxx had an ad with a grand piano as the background; I'm not
advertising blabla, nor am I performing publicly, so what's wrong with going topless?

I sat down at the piano bench, letting my slightly messy long hair, clearly from just finishing something, fall
over my shoulders and back. My short tank top couldn't hide my round, white breasts at all. I started playing a Chopin piece with a salon-like
sensuality.

After playing a couple of phrases, my boyfriend came out, quietly walking behind me to admire his
girlfriend, playing so passionately for him. He waited patiently until I played the last note, and after a few seconds of the sound echoing in the air, he made
his move. Behind my back, through my barely-there vest, he grabbed my two little breasts with both hands, skillfully
pressing them with his palms and teasing my nipples with his fingers. Then he gently stroked my breasts along my waist and the inside of my thighs. I turned around and knelt down,
facing his already erect penis—his left hand touching the bottom of my scrotum and his right hand grasping the hot rod. He stretched out his tongue and
licked straight up from the base of my scrotum to the glans as a greeting, savoring the area around his most sensitive spot, using a circling motion as a greeting
. Then, looking at my boyfriend, he took it all in. He liked my rhythm, liking to start slowly and lightly
sucking and licking, then gradually increasing the pressure, sucking deeper and sucking more tightly, starting with a low vacuum and then suddenly relaxing near the end,
giving my full attention to the head of the penis, while my left hand gripped the shaft and stroked it; my boyfriend also liked me to make eye contact with him more often, every time
I looked up at him with an expression of almost unbearable desire, he would become extremely excited, responding with one wet secretion after another, so
that when I left his intestines, I could pull his tempting strands of moisture onto his lips for him to admire.

A few minutes of sucking and blowing milk made my little brother as hard as iron; my boyfriend picked me up, turned me over and pressed me against the piano
lid, and used a doggy-style thrusting motion, responding with slapping sounds

, "Ah?? So good, so good, you're so tight, so wet, so warm inside?? I'm going to fuck you to pieces, fuck you
little slut to pieces??"

"I'm only this wet with you, only this slutty with you, only this horny with you?? Hmm?? Do you
like it?"

"I like it so much, I like it so much!"

And so, a doggy-style thrusting motion to the end, the second time also ending with ejaculation inside, so much semen overflowing and
flowing down my thighs??

~The End~

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