[A message in a bottle led me to my first experience as a factory worker!] Author: Unknown

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*Whoosh…* A bottle traced an arc and fell into the sea. A box popped up on the screen—
"Your directional bottle has drifted far away." Then, one second later, the screen displayed—"Your bottle has drifted
10 kilometers away." Late at night, I sat in front of my computer, staring at the message "You've used up all your bottles for today
…" on the screen. I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled forcefully. Closing my eyes, I seemed to see
Xiao Sun's innocent, silly smile. She was the only ordinary worker I ever worked for in Shenzhen, the first
girl I met through a message in a bottle.

"Ordinary worker" refers to a regular worker on the production line; this is the common term used in domestic manufacturing companies. Ordinary workers
have very low base salaries and generally rely on overtime to increase their income.

Shenzhen is a city made up of factories, attracting many girls from other places seeking employment. Unless they have high levels of education,
most have experience as factory workers. Shenzhen is very hot, and at night, large shopping malls
are often filled with groups of beautiful women, some of whom are factory workers. It's fair to say that many
girls come to Shenzhen to work as factory workers, and many lose their virginity there. Factory workers have become an indispensable part of the city,
unconsciously becoming an integral part of urban life.

My own work experience has never intersected with factory work, because I wasn't directly involved in production; I've always
worked in sales and management. Since the administrative office building was far from the factory, I rarely had the opportunity
to meet the factory workers in my company. During my time as a senior executive, I only came into contact with them during the annual company party, when the production department
would send some to participate in the departmental performances at the final banquet. Sometimes, when factory girls performed modern dances,
looking at their slender waists, I would occasionally think, "These girls look pretty good," but since I
had already settled into the ranks of white-collar workers, I never considered sleeping with factory girls.

Every time I went to the factory on business, I saw female factory workers. They were all busy in their work uniforms. Because
the uniforms were quite loose, their figures were hidden. Some of them even had
beads of sweat on their faces, which wasn't very attractive and didn't arouse any interest in me. I know that factory workers work very hard and don't
have time to dress up or the money to buy themselves nice clothes. That's
why , before meeting Xiao Sun, I had zero experience with female factory workers.

One day, I was receiving a file via QQ email and noticed a few words in the list below—"
Message in a Bottle!" So I clicked on it and found that I could throw a bottle to make a wish or send blessings. There
was even a type of bottle called "Same City Bottle," which made me a little fascinated. If I could throw a bottle and a girl from the same city actually
caught it, and then something happened, wouldn't that be romantic? So I
started throwing "Same City Bottles."

At first, I wrote, "Throw a bottle, hit a wife!" I threw it three times. Why did I write that?
Because in Shenzhen, countless women are slept with and dumped by many men, then slept with again, and dumped again, their vaginas practically ruined
, so they desperately want to find someone to marry quickly. If you wrote "give me a wife" in the message, I figured many non-virgins would be
interested . That's what I thought at the time. But only one person replied, and it was a man. His
reply was—"Get lost..." I was incredibly frustrated, and my enthusiasm for playing the message in a bottle dwindled.

So, because I had no hope for the message in a bottle and was too lazy to
play it seriously, I would only send a few when I felt like it. The content of the bottles was just copied directly from the system's
friendly reminders on the bottle, like "A gentle greeting is worth a thousand words," etc. Because I was too lazy to type,
of course not many people replied to me, and my points slowly increased.

One day, I suddenly realized I could throw and retrieve six bottles at a time, because
I'd leveled up . I had to justify my efforts, just like in online games, when you level up and need new equipment,
you start diligently grinding dungeons for gear. I also started figuring out how to make the most of these six opportunities.

As the saying goes, men experience sex first, then love; while women experience love first, then sex. These
women in Shenzhen, after being slept with and dumped, definitely miss the attentiveness the men showed them before.
Plus they still have some dreamy aspirations for the future. Therefore, you must use a single sentence to touch
their hearts and resonate with them to pique their interest in getting to know you.

I'm reminded of a line from Nalan Xingde: "If life were only as beautiful as the first encounter." This classic Nalan quote
means, "If being with your loved one could be as beautiful and serene as when you first met, without later
resentment or bitterness, then everything would remain as beautiful as the first meeting—how wonderful that would be." This phrase
perfectly captures the feelings of women who have been slept with and dumped, so I sent it
out in a bottle.

In less than half an hour, I received replies from four girls, mostly expressing sentiments like, "Yeah
, if only we could go back to the beginning," and "I really want to go back to the beginning."
I chuckled these non-virgins had their innermost desires stirred, and sure enough, they were all surfacing
. I'll assess and choose my next target later. Everything is proceeding as planned.

There are many types of women in these bottles. Some like to use a pretty girl
's picture; clicking on it leads to a private section. Some even post their own photos, which is helpful for assessing
their character. I like those who post photos because these girls are generally
confident enough to share their pictures. If you compliment them, they'll usually be overjoyed; vanity is
their weakness.

Of course, I prefer those who post full-body photos in their private gardens, because you can see their waist and
legs. If they post photos of them wearing pants, you can even judge from the photos whether their vagina is bulging (visually, whether it's
raised). Generally, if the vagina looks bulging, the opening will be slightly upturned during sex, making penetration feel
very comfortable. I once slept with a receptionist at a Sichuan hotel; her vagina was bulging, very raised, and upturned, giving me a unique feeling of being gripped when my
penis entered, which I still remember vividly.

Of course, I've also been fooled by photos. Once, a woman's photo showed a very bulging vagina, but it wasn't
bulging at all, and the opening wasn't upturned. After I finished, I said, "Your vagina looks very bulging in the photo, but it doesn't feel bulging to the touch
."

She laughed and said, "I was on my period when the photo was taken, so I wore a panty liner..." I was heartbroken.

Some women on the "message in a bottle" forum have no profile picture or photo. These women are also very short-lived, sometimes only saying a few words and then
never replying. Don't count on these women, because they might actually be men.

Then there are those who put a picture of a beautiful girl on their profile picture, but don't post any photos in
their private chat. They're always posting things like, "It's my birthday today, who can celebrate with me?" These women are inexperienced. After clicking on
their profile picture, you can see their daily posts (they accidentally selected
and uploaded/shared the bottle content). I thought, how come this kind of woman celebrates her birthday almost every day of the month? So,
without doubt, this kind of woman is basically a bar scammer.

A wolf's thinking is always unique, so when I look at these female bottle users' profiles, I mainly look at
one key indicator: the "message in a bottle" points! I ignored anyone with over 1000 points,
because these women are well-traveled and experienced in the world of online dating. My focus was always
on female online dating enthusiasts with less than 50 points. These women were new to online dating and still full of fantasies,
making them easy targets.

So, I carefully studied the female netizens who replied to my messages. I found that the girls who replied earlier
either had high points or had photos posted in their private gardens that were unattractive, making them unappealing. So, I continued to wait. Unexpectedly, Xiao Sun, a regular worker with only 15 points , unfortunately ended up being taken advantage of by me
just because she replied to my message . The night I posted the "If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting" message on the bottle, I received another reply. There was no profile picture, and the message said "Intellectual Mature Woman," with 15 points. Her reply was: "I also really want to go back to the beginning, but I may never have the chance again in this lifetime." Looking at her points and reply, I felt I should try to get her QQ number to assess her character. Because of her low points, she was probably still somewhat naive. So I opened the bottle and started chatting with her. I said, "Why are you so sentimental? Girls should be more cheerful, right?" The anonymous bottle user replied, "I'm an old woman, not a girl anymore." I was slightly disappointed. A wolf's greatest characteristic is patience, so before seeing her true face and making a judgment, I ignored these minor distractions. I said, "I feel you're still a girl, just a wounded one, because I can tell from your conversation you still yearn for love." An anonymous friend replied, "You like Nalan?" I said, "I don't idolize people, but I like Nalan's words, because they resonate with me deeply." The anonymous friend replied, "Have you also been hurt by love?" I said, "My ex-girlfriend dumped me. She thought my salary was too low and ran off with a rich guy. You tell me, I earn 400,000 a year, and I still couldn't keep her. I was heartbroken." (Note: This line, meant to deceive a girl, contains several key points . First, it shows I'm the victim, not unfaithful. Second, it subtly reveals my financial situation, which appeals to those focused on emotions and money, thus meeting their expectations—a double benefit.) Reply: "Then your girlfriend has some issues, her standards are too high, right?" I said: "I don't have a girlfriend right now, please don't use the word 'girlfriend' to describe me anymore, thank you." Anonymous user replied: "Do you still think about her?" I said: "That was two years ago, it's all in the past, haha." Anonymous user replied: "Then you're better off than me. Although I broke up with my boyfriend, I still think about him often." I said: "I feel you might be too closed off. Do you have many friends in your life?" Anonymous user replied: "After the breakup, I rarely contacted my old friends, I don't have many ." I said: "I feel you should have more friends, I also feel I lack friends in that area." Anonymous user replied: "Yes, I should make more friends in my life and move on sooner." I said: "Count me in, my QQ number is *******." "Add me, my surname is Zhang, what's your surname, little sister?" An anonymous netizen replied, "My surname is Sun." I said, "Little Sun, I think you're someone worth being friends with. Add me on QQ, let's be friends." (After a series of punches, I'm done.) Little Sun hesitated for a long time, probably because she was also hesitant. A small speaker icon appeared on my QQ profile picture in the lower right corner of my computer . She added me as a friend. First battle won. Later, through chatting and video calls, I learned that she was from Hunan, 27 years old, and worked as a factory worker in Shenzhen. She was fairly attractive, but a bit short at 1.61 meters. I was a little disappointed because I've never been a fan of girls who neglect their appearance; they lack natural scent, their clothes are tasteless, and their hair isn't smooth or shiny. But I thought, since I'd gotten to know her, even if I didn't sleep with her, I could at least help her improve her image. So one weekend, I suggested buying her some clothes to cheer her up (actually, I wanted to improve my mood by enhancing her appearance). Unexpectedly , saying, "I don't need you to buy me clothes. I can earn my own money; I'll buy clothes when I need them." Her answer caught my eye. Pure, independent—girls detached from materialism are so rare . I couldn't help but admire her, and that admiration turned into attraction, and then I started thinking about sleeping with her. After some thought, I decided to treat her to dinner first, and then, depending on the situation, find a place to have sex with her. Because we'd gotten quite familiar with each other through chatting, and it happened to be a Sunday when she wasn't working overtime, I asked her out for dinner. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I initially wanted to go to a nice, expensive hotel, but she didn't want to go, saying she preferred street food. To please her, I accompanied her to a small roadside stall and we ate spicy hot pot. After finishing the snacks, I asked her, "So, what else should we do?" I looked at her intently, and she understood what I meant, whispering, "You decide." I understood, so we found a nearby business hotel, booked a deluxe single room, and took her to the room. Because we both had a tacit understanding, as soon as we entered the room, I hugged her and started kissing her...

Then, I reached inside her clothes and started caressing her breasts. Her breasts were very soft, and her nipples were large. I pulled off her
top and took her breasts directly into my mouth. At the same time, we fell onto the bed together.

My hand started caressing her vulva. Her pubic hair was sparse, but her vulva was full and soft. When I
placed my whole hand on her vulva, the curve felt wonderful. I gently stroked her vulva with my middle finger and found that the opening was not
loose, but rather quite tight. With just a light touch, she groaned. At this moment, her vulva was noticeably wetter than before.
After caressing her for a while, I quickly pulled down half of my pants, took out my penis, and inserted it. My penis went in smoothly and
felt very warm. I started to thrust rhythmically, and she also let out soft moans.

While I was fucking her, I looked at her face. She kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed, which fueled my
desire to conquer her and make her stop pursing her lips. So I lifted my body slightly, changing my position from a straight thrust to a diagonal thrust that
was close to her clitoris. Sure enough, in this position, with each thrust, my penis would pass over her clitoris.
She stopped pursing her lips and started moaning with her mouth open. I lowered my head,
and she quickly wrapped her arms finding my mouth with her little mouth, her tongue moving back and forth inside. With my penis inside her and her tongue moving in my mouth,
this girl was quite wanton when she was enjoying it.

After about 10 minutes of this, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my penis, ejaculating onto her stomach. She
quickly turned her face away, closing her eyes, looking very shy. This shyness aroused me. After resting for a while, I
fucked her again.

Later, she said she needed to go home to sleep that night because she couldn't sleep outside, and she might have to work overtime at the factory the next day. So
I let her go home, telling her, "I'll ask you out again sometime!" She nodded and left.

That night, she sent me a text message asking if I was just playing around with her. Seeing this message,
I felt that this girl was a little interested, and I had to deal with her cleanly and decisively, otherwise she would become entangled. So I replied
, "The pleasure between men and women is a feeling. If you feel it, continue; if you don't, stop. You
can't force feelings!" She didn't reply. Because I felt that if I continued to
ask her out, there would be problems, I didn't ask her out again.

A dialog box popped up in the lower right corner of my computer desktop: "Same as always, spending it alone." I knew
that was my friends in the bottle answering my question—how are you planning to spend the weekend? Looking at this answer,
I laughed, a very wicked laugh.

As I laughed, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Sun. Thinking of her, I felt she was just an
ordinary worker, and a girl who didn't care about money. I realized that my actions of using a message in a bottle to trick her were truly unfair to her. Thinking of
this, I felt guilty, and I even recalled Nalan's words—"If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting."

[The End]

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