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【A Woman's Mole】(72) Author: Bo Bo Xiong Yong 

Author: Bobo's Surging
Word Count: 4868


(Seventy-two)

Of course, I still love Guo Ying very much. If I had to choose my favorite woman among all the women in the world,
I would definitely choose Guo Ying without hesitation.

But at this moment, this love really made me feel constrained and repressed. Zhou Zhiruo once asked Zhang Wuji
what kind of feelings he had for Zhao Min and her. Zhang Wuji said that he both loved and hated Zhao Min, and he both respected
and feared Zhou Zhiruo. I tried hard to think about it and found that I might love, respect, and fear Guo Ying at the same time, or perhaps there was something called
respect hidden in my love for her. This made me, who had been seeking excitement and self-exile during that period, very
depressed. I wanted her to sing a little song during sex, or play bondage games, but
I gave up because of her objection.

Perhaps Xie Shutong was right. I really couldn't bear to use those little tricks on Guo Ying. It wasn't that I didn't
want to , but that I just couldn't bear to.

Every day, I was dealing with two women, and my life suddenly became much more fulfilling. After my life became fulfilling,
I didn't have time to think nonsense.

Wait! My memory seems to be a bit off. I've always considered myself to have a great memory;
to this day month, and year;
I remember exactly which hotel in which city, which woman I slept with, and whether she had any moles or other marks. But sometimes, memory hides details it deems
unimportant Wang Ziyue in Nanjing.

Okay, I confess, during that time, I was juggling three women every day, so my life was incredibly fulfilling,
making me completely forget about the girl named Song Jianan.

In Wang Ziyue's words, she was an artsy young woman, and artsy young women are an extinct species,
let alone young women with gender restrictions.

I only met Wang Ziyue once, the night I went to Nanjing for my audition. We talked mostly
about . After we parted ways, we mainly chatted online, occasionally sending a few WeChat messages, and rarely called.

I once jokingly asked her, "What kind of lover do you dream of?"

She seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, "My ideal man is a peerless hero. One day he will
come to marry me riding on a seven-colored cloud..."

I paused for a moment, then naturally said, "That's actually a tragedy..."

But she said, "I don't think the result is more important; I enjoy the process!"

I knew she was also a sentimental person, and sentimental people, especially sentimental women, do indeed
care the process. Guo Ying was also a sentimental person, and she also cared more about the process, so many times when we made love, I
only thrust a few times before ejaculating, but it didn't embarrass me—although I myself felt quite embarrassed—
Guo Ying comforted me, saying that taking it slow would be more comfortable for her.

She asked me in return, "What about you? What is your ideal lover like?"

I wanted to say that my ideal lover was like a glass of plain water, simple and unassuming. But I
immediately that she was asking about my lover, and Guo Ying wasn't my lover.

My ideal lover must be a beauty with captivating eyes, cherry-red lips,
full breasts, a pert bottom, and long, slender, snow-white legs. When I'm with her, we won't
feel restrained or pretentious; we'll say what we want to say and do what we want to do…

She called me a “rogue!” and after a moment asked, “Have you ever had one?”

I said, “I have.” As I said this, I thought of Yan Ji. She truly is my
ideal lover. Just as I told Wang Ziyue, when I'm with her, I always unconsciously relax and
enjoy the pleasure of carnal desire with her.

“I can sense your longing; you seem a little sad…” I smiled, a strange smile. I said to her, “We're over 300 kilometers apart. How can

you sense it just through a fiber optic cable?” "Words! Words come from the heart. When you type out those adjectives one by one, I know that this must be something you've been dreaming about, something hidden deep in your heart... She must be a very beautiful woman." I laughed again, a sly laugh. "She is beautiful, but unfortunately, you are more beautiful than her..." "Tell me, should I stay far away from you? Or should I continue chatting with you?" I asked her why she thought that. "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist being captivated by your sweet words..." I was stunned for a moment, not expecting her to be so straightforward, so straightforward that all my planned backup plans were rendered useless. I said, I'm not a hypocrite, I like what I like, I admire what I admire, so you should know that I like you very much, I've liked you since the first time I saw you! "I want to hear the violin..." I gritted my teeth and said: Which piece do you want to hear? "Anything!" ... "The sun is pretty normal today, are you alright?" Guo Ying had just come home from work, and opened the door with wide eyes in surprise. I felt a little awkward, like I'd been caught in the act. I put down my violin, gave her a hug, and said ingratiatingly, "I suddenly wanted to enrich my life, especially to play for you..." "Really?" she blinked. "You haven't played in over ten years, have you..." "That's why I need to practice. My fingers were stiff just now, I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things." "Okay then, I'll cook tonight, and you can play for me while I'm playing, but no noise, hehe." That night, Guo Ying punished me by making me do fifty push-ups on the bed because I'd made her endure half an hour of noise earlier... Ever since Wang Ziyue told me she wanted to hear the violin, our relationship seemed to have suddenly become closer. She would tell me funny stories about Boss Gao, the dirty tricks among her classmates, complain about the squabbles in the girls' dormitory, and the low mood and physical discomfort she experienced during her period... I subtly told her that menstrual cramps could be treated. She called me a "pervert" and then said, "I'm still a virgin..." My heart seemed to stop at that moment; I felt fear! I thought of Song Jianan again, that girl with a few light freckles on her cheeks, speaking in a soft, Wu dialect, stamping her feet and saying to me, "You're so lecherous!" , blushing and saying, "If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore!", biting her lip and saying, "I miss you!"






















































She lowered her eyes shyly and said to me, "I just wanted to see you..."

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Perhaps a long time had passed, and she was getting impatient.

"I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"You're a virgin..."

"Why??????!!!!!!!!!!" She used several question marks and exclamation marks, as if
nothing could express her confusion.

I hesitated for a long time before saying, "Shall I tell you a story?"

"Okay!"

So, I told her the story between me and Song Jianan, without any omissions or
embellishments . At first, I wanted to be subtle, to portray myself as "good" and "kind,"
but for some reason, as the story progressed, I became increasingly calm, and my narration became more and more objective,
as if I were a third party witnessing the events between me and Song Jianan from God's perspective
.

"You're a bastard! You shameless liar!!!!!!!!!"

"You're right, you're right!"

A long time passed, and she remained silent. I thought she had left. Just as I was angrily rubbing
my hair , she finally spoke.

"Is it because of her that you're afraid? Do you love her?"

I was both amused and exasperated. She actually asked me, "Do you love her?" I couldn't answer that question because
I didn't even know if I loved her. My fear stemmed from the fact that this incident had dealt me a heavy blow, leaving me feeling
guilty and remorseful.

I tried to think it over, and it seemed I had never asked myself "Do I love Song Jianan?" before, not
even a single thought had crossed my mind!

"You must be very conflicted, right? You must be trying to find excuses, right? You must be trying to
convince me that you're not so hateful, right?"

Her three "rights" were like three heavy hammer blows, leaving me dizzy. I felt like
a naked person, completely exposed in front of her. She seemed to see right through me, gazing into my very soul.

So, I borrowed a line from one of her past conversations: "Tell me, should I stay far away from you, or continue
chatting with you?"

She was silent for a long time before saying, "Actually, my ex-boyfriend and I did everything we could, except for the last
step..."

I didn't pick up on her topic, but instead asked her, "Why are you telling me all this? Just now, I
thought you would scold and despise me before ignoring me."

"In your words, I'm not a fake virtuous person... That night, I felt you had
a story, because I couldn't quite understand you, so I was curious and wanted to understand you..."

I shook my head with a wry smile. If that counts as a reason, then I'd want to stop a beautiful woman on the street every day
and say to her: I'm very interested in you and want to get to know you better...

"So, do you want to get to know me better?"

She cursed "rogue" again, then added, "Do you remember? I wanted to hear the violin..."

Damn, I cursed inwardly, wondering if this woman was crazy! At this point, why would she want to hear the violin!

"Have you always been this direct and open?"

"Oh? You think I, as a girl, don't know how to be subtle?"

Before I could speak, she continued, "If you want to see my subtlety, I can be more subtle than many women.
It's just that I don't really want to be subtle with you. Subtlety can sometimes create beauty, but I know that
for , subtlety can only add temporary beauty..."

She understood me so well!

"You've convinced me! Now I can't wait to see you!"

"No! I've changed my mind. I'll be more subtle. If you want to get to know me better, you know what to do,
right?"

Damn it! I cursed through gritted teeth. I have to say, she had an excellent grasp of my psychology. Her hints
and temptations were just right. Any more and it would be boring, any less and I would back down.

I seemed to have fallen into a woman's gentle web once again. At first, the web wasn't very strong, so I could still struggle
freely . But once I became addicted, I found it very difficult to break free. As I forcefully
twisted the half-smoked cigarette, I had already automatically jumped into her trap, willingly and without hesitation.

"I want you to sing 'Who Would Have Thought the Imperial Examination Would Lead to the Top Scholar' beneath me!" I furiously typed on the keyboard.

"If you can convince me, I'll sing!"

"Aren't you going to ask if I'm single?" I suddenly asked her as the conversation was about to end.

"Oh? Does that matter?" Her answer infuriated me. If she were in front of me, I would
grab her by the neck, shake her violently, and say, "Isn't that important?!?"

"It's like gambling. If you bet that I'll sing Huangmei Opera beneath you, then you have to
bet back . There are only two outcomes: you win, and we're just lovers; or you win, and I
win too..."

Damn it!

"Looks like you're pretty confident I can convince you to sing 'The Female Imperial Envoy' under me..."

"That's all minor stuff, the important thing is the process, and the outcome of the bet..."

I started to get scared again, wanting to back down. To hell with "The Female Imperial Envoy," I didn't want to abandon Guo Ying.
Although I was confident I would always love her, life is unpredictable, who knows what the future holds?

Just as I was trying to convince myself to give up, she said, "Zhang Tian! Do you dare to bet?!" "Do

you dare to bet?" Seeing those five words, I was furious. How dare she use the word "dare"
?! Wasn't this blatant contempt for my cowardice?!

"Of course I dare! Just wait and see you sing 'The Female Imperial Envoy' under me!" I pounded on the keyboard,
attracting all sorts of stares from my colleagues. Luckily, Xie Shutong wasn't there, otherwise she would definitely have investigated.

"Okay, a gentleman's word."

"A promise is a promise!"

Wang Ziyue is definitely not a simple girl. Facing Boss Gao, who spewed vulgarities at the dinner table,
she remained unfazed and even nodded in response. Perhaps she had experienced similar situations before, or perhaps her family upbringing was excellent
, allowing her to behave naturally and appropriately in such settings. With just a few words from me, she was able to see right through me,
accurately grasp my psychology, and tear away my pretense piece by piece, leaving me standing naked.
In her presence, she was an extremely meticulous and insightful person.

Therefore, after she left, I was constantly anxious, plagued by fear and regret, wishing I had agreed to her. What if…
what if… what if… I kept making assumptions, then rejecting them, then repeating the assumptions, then rejecting them again,
until I became incredibly agitated, wanting to immediately tell her I wanted to withdraw my bet, could I stop gambling?

"You regret it?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, though a little reluctant, reason prevailed over desire.

"Don't you want me under you…"

Damn it!

"Fine, I'll keep gambling!" Just thinking of Wang Ziyue's beautiful figure, alluring eyes, and
clear voice made me succumb.

"A coward with the desire but not the guts! Haha…"

Normally, men react strongly when looked down upon, but that day I really couldn't muster
the will to fight back. I realized that no matter how much I denied or argued, deep down I believed she was right—I was just
a coward with the desire but not the courage…

"I'm sure I'll win, and you'll lose!" I said bitterly.

"Who knows what the future holds? At least you haven't convinced me yet, or rather, you haven't even started pursuing
me!"

"When will you start pursuing me?"

I felt helpless at her bluntness; I always felt like she was leading me by the nose—I
hadn't felt this way in many years, except in college, when I think Gu Xuan treated me the same way…

"In a while," I tried to stall.

"Oh? I forgot to tell you, a guy has been pursuing me recently…" she said, seemingly stating a trivial matter,
but her calm demeanor only fueled my anger.

"I won't allow it! You're mine!!!"

"Oh? How come I didn't know I was yours?" she asked calmly.

"Because you placed your bet too!" I finally found a plausible reason.

"You're right, so I promise you, I'll ignore him! Haha..." I knew I'd been tricked,
and I became even angrier.

"Wang Ziyue, you'll definitely be performing a Huangmei opera under my crotch! I definitely won't hold back then, I'll ravage you
mercilessly !"

"Oh? I'm looking forward to it too, when?" she asked calmly, regaining her composure.

Damn it! I wanted to smash the screen in her face!

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore! But you should think about how to pursue me, okay? I'm leaving, goodbye, don't miss
me!"

Wang Ziyue said she couldn't see through me, so she wanted to understand me; but at this moment, I found myself even more powerless.
Not only not see through her, but I also felt she was like a mystery shrouded in chaos, that hazy, veiled feeling,
that unattainable distance, filled me with curiosity, making me desperately try to get closer to her, like a moth
drawn to a flame ...

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