[Talking about Sex in the Martial World: The Distant M] (01-03) Author: Honest Monk 1980

Author: Honest Monk 1980
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I stayed in Beijing for two years a few years ago. The company occupied two floors in a building in Chaoyang CBD. I was in charge of a department
upstairs and was fortunate enough to have a corporat. Not long after I arrived, my original
assistant left. HR gave me some resumes and asked me to pick a few for them to interview. Later, I went on a business trip
and came back to tell me that my new assistant would be reporting for duty the next day.

I don't remember which resumes I picked. When M came to report for duty, it was quite pleasant to meet her.
She was a girl from a modest family, of medium height, slender, with fair skin, bright big eyes, slightly wavy long hair, and
two small dimples when she smiled. She was very sweet.

I briefly introduced her recent work projects and some requirements. After we finished talking, as she turned to leave,
I was stunned. M was wearing a very formal black business suit that day. The trousers fit perfectly; the fabric had a
nice drape that clung lightly to her round, pert buttocks, accentuating a perfect heart shape. As she walked,
her buttocks swayed gently. I could imagine the fair, round, pert skin beneath that fabric… I definitely swallowed
hard Fucking nice!

But in the workplace, I still have professional ethics. I don't mess with people close to me, and I'm a responsible boss who
trains new employees. M was intelligent, generous, and quick to learn. A year later, there was a vacancy in the marketing department, and I recommended her
. She enjoyed working with clients.

The marketing department was on another floor, and after that, I didn't see M much. My colleagues said she was doing very well and had even
gotten married.

More than half a year later, one summer day, I went to a meeting on the marketing floor. I ran into M in the elevator.
She was wearing a white dress and was with another girl. When she saw me, her eyes lit up.
She came over, and I habitually reached out to shake her hand and asked how she was doing. She said she was doing well, but she was leaving for
another company, and this was her last week. I was a little surprised, but I was in a hurry to get to the meeting, so I didn't say much,
just offered to treat her to dinner.

When I shook her hand, I only held it briefly before letting go, but she didn't. We held
hands until I was about to leave, and the smoothness lingered on my hand. During the meeting, I looked at my hand and thought, "So, this girl
likes me ."

Later, I asked her out for dinner and asked what she wanted to eat. She actually ordered hot pot! We ate hot pot for three hours,
talking a lot. She was planning to have a baby, and her family had found her an easier job so she could take good care of herself.
I congratulated her, saying, "Don't forget I still have to work like a dog." M replied, "Come chat with me when you're tired."

It rained on the way back, so I called her a car and saw her off. Later, M said she liked me because she
thought I was quite a gentleman.

I am quite a gentleman, but what I mean by gentleman is that I'm a more patient pervert.

Later, we went to see a movie, and I naturally took her hand and went into the theater.
When I leaned in and whispered in her ear. And so, in the dim light of the theater, I kissed M. We were both a little excited.
During the second half of the movie, she held my arm and nestled on my shoulder.

M had to be home before 11 p.m. that night. I took her home in a taxi on the Fourth Ring Road. It was a summer
night, and with the car window open, the cool summer breeze blew in. She was wearing an orange polo shirt and white riding
breeches , her hair flowing in the wind. I put my arm around her on the right, and when she turned to talk to me, I kissed her again,
feeling her passion on my tongue. My right hand cupped her face, and my left hand, which was on her shoulder
, slipped inside her polo shirt collar, touching the smooth mound of flesh and her erect nipple. Her hand pressed against
my restless hand from outside her clothes, but she didn't stop me; it was as if both hands were kneading her breasts together. We were so unrestrained in the car
for a while. She was almost home when she rested her head on my shoulder, looking at me with bright, sparkling eyes.
When we stopped, M asked me

, "Did you like me before?"

"Yes."

"What did you like about me?"

"Um, my butt."

M glared at me, pinched my arm hard, and turned to walk towards the apartment complex.

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The dating continued. I was often away on business trips, and when I was back in Beijing, we would meet up to watch movies and have dinner. She
always made sure to be back before 11 pm. We were dating like high school students. During that time,
I quite innocent, so innocent it was almost burning. M said that she had to go home whenever she was in Beijing. I said
, "Then let's go on a business trip together. Wherever you go, I'll go with you." She said, "You're dreaming!"

More than half a year later, the business school I had applied to for a long time gave me an offer. I told M that
I was going to study there. M said, "Congratulations! You're going abroad. Let me treat you to dinner."

That day, M found a French restaurant and we had a big meal. She wasn't in a very good mood and spoke less than usual.
Later, she asked me when I was leaving. I said about two months. She paused for a while and said, "Next month, I'm
going to Hong Kong with my friends to buy things. Are you still going on a business trip?"

M went to Hong Kong to buy things for a day. She stayed in Causeway Bay, and I stayed in Wan Chai. During the day, she spent time with her friends,
and at night I took her to Soho to go to bars. M was dressed casually that day, in a white t-shirt and jeans,
showing off her shapely hips and slim waist. My hand was on her waist, occasionally patting her soft buttocks, which felt very pleasant.

When we saw a fun bar, we'd go in for a drink or dance. M was very happy. Later, we went to
another bar, which was crowded, with a lively DJ, and dim lighting. We pushed our way through
a lot of people and found a table in a corner. M said that when she squeezed in, a foreigner next to her
pinched her butt. I placed both hands on M's buttocks, grabbed her buttocks, and pulled them towards me, saying, "Where did you get touched?
Let me rub it for you." The bar was dimly lit, with flashing neon lights, and M wrapped her arms around... She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing tightly against me,
and we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's lips. My penis instantly hardened, pressing against M's lower abdomen.
There was a wall blocking the corner, so practically no one could see us. My hands roughly kneaded M's soft buttocks,
and she moaned occasionally. A passionate fire was burning, but this place couldn't be allowed to ignite it. After a while, M's face, burning hot,
leaned against mine and said, "You're so naughty." I suggested we go back to my hotel, but M said no, she had to go back to her own hotel
. "Let's stay here for a while,"

I said. Carrying my throbbing, aching penis, I pulled M's hand to it, and she pinched it.
She said he was being naughty, pulled me around, and leaned against the railing by the dance floor. I hugged her from behind, my strong
brother pressed against the cleft of her jeans. The jeans weren't actually very thick, and the tip of my brother
could feel the dampness between her buttocks. She felt the intrusion between her legs, looked back at me, and in the midst of the music,
she gently stood on tiptoe, her pert buttocks swaying slightly with the rhythm of the music, gripping my brother. We
stayed there for a long time that night, watching many dance songs, my brother stubbornly pressing against her cleft, both enjoying and tormenting her.

But her will was as firm as Jiang Jie's; in the end, she went back to her hotel to sleep with her friends.
We had agreed to go to the Peak together the next day. When I took her back to the hotel, my brother hadn't gone limp for a moment. He had been clenching his fists and
fuming all day, but in the end, he obediently went back to sleep.

Perhaps God heard my brother's cry.

The next morning, M came to my hotel for breakfast. While we were eating, it suddenly started raining heavily.
Hong Kong rain, when it gets heavy, is like a deluge, covering everything in a misty haze.

I smiled and looked at M and said, "Look, we can't go hiking."

"Then what are we doing today?"

"Let's watch HBO in the room."

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M turned her head to the side and didn't speak. I pulled her back to the room. She went to the window and looked out. I turned on
the TV and put HBO on. She pulled up the curtains, picked her up and put her on the bed. I took off her pants. Inside was a
light blue pair of underwear. M said no, don't do this. I pulled up the blanket, took off my jeans, and crawled
in. Neither of us remembered which movie HBO played that day. We only knew that our bodies were very warm. We
kissed and caressed each other under the blanket. Finally, we could enjoy M's fair and plump little buttocks. But M's will was firm. She wouldn't let
me take off her underwear. Every time I tried to sneak up on her, but she squeezed her legs together. My hand finally slipped between her legs;
her crotch was already damp. Parting the thin fabric, it was slippery inside. I spread her
thighs and gently inserted my index finger into the slickness. She couldn't help but moan. After a short while, she couldn't take it anymore.
When I went to take off her panties, she lifted her hips to cooperate, asking if I wanted more. She panted and reached out to press my
waist, pulling me towards her genitals.

Just as I was about to finish, a technical problem arose: my penis wasn't erect, peacefully
asleep .

Seeing no movement, she looked up and asked what was wrong, "You bad boy, can't take it anymore?"

"Yeah, this foreplay has been too long. It's been going on since yesterday, and he just can't hold on any longer."

She actually covered her mouth and giggled.

We were in bed, my penis still erect, two worms, as innocent as high school students. At noon,
we took a nap. I innocently held her beautiful buttocks and fell asleep.

This nap was incredibly blissful. When I opened my eyes, I felt light and refreshed. I rubbed my soft, plump
buttocks, and my penis stood erect.

Entering her, the pent-up desire overwhelmed our bodies.
We entwined As I climaxed, she whispered in my ear, "Am I good? Do you like it?"

We did it twice that day. The second time, at the end, she stood up by the bed, her upper body on the bed, her
soft buttocks facing me. I held her waist and thrust into her, climaxing again in the throes of passion.

My flight back to Beijing was that evening. I checked out of my hotel that afternoon, picked up my luggage from her hotel, and went to the airport.

On the plane, she kept her arm around mine and leaned on my shoulder, looking a little tired.

When we arrived in Beijing, her husband picked her up. I hadn't checked any luggage, so I left first while she went to get hers.

Life is full of surprises. I unexpectedly held M's little hand, and M unexpectedly left. I
haven't seen M since. Suddenly, she disappeared without a trace. She doesn't reply to WeChat messages or make phone calls. In her Moments,
her life seems normal.

As the saying goes, "I guess life is about letting go, but unfortunately,
we don't have time to say goodbye properly."

One day in a foreign land, I heard Principal Tam's "Romantic Rainy Night" on an internet radio. The lyrics are: "

Lingering in the rainy night, a corner in the rain

continues, I want to take you home.

In the quiet streets at night, the song

is filled with passionate kisses.

Who makes my heart race?

Sweetness overflows from your lips.

Forgetting the past pain and loss,

in the romantic breath, in the darkness,

there is only you and me. I

have never felt this kind of impulse before

. Fantasy, joy, tears,

your fiery passion

, fantasy, enjoying this moment

, this raindrop,

how much I need you,

inseparable in the long night."

I jumped into the umbrella, watching

the night rain fall.

I downloaded this song and listened to it the whole way from Boston to New York that day.

I miss M, not for her beautiful buttocks, but for her bright eyes and shallow dimples, now
gone.

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