Desire for a Beautiful Woman 1-8 [Complete]

(I)

Last year can be described as a turning point in my life. I resigned from my job as a rural middle school teacher, which I had held for sixteen years, and came to work in Uncle Fu's shoe factory in Shenzhen. It is necessary to introduce Uncle Fu here. He is a well-known nouveau riche in our village. In the 1980s, Uncle Fu came to Shenzhen penniless and made his fortune. Perhaps it was because of the hard work and daring spirit of the older generation and rural people that he was able to achieve this. In more than 30 years, Uncle Fu not only owned his own factory, but also accumulated tens of millions of yuan in assets.

Perhaps tens of millions of yuan is not much in developed areas, and it is just a drop in the ocean in Shenzhen, but it is a big deal in our area. At that time, Uncle Fu had no education and no family background. He created an astronomical figure that the villagers dared not even dream of with his own hands. So you can imagine how much the villagers admired and respected him. Every time Uncle Fu returned to the countryside to visit his relatives, the village cadres would come to visit him without prior arrangement.

Speaking of Uncle Fu, he's 59 years old this year. He and my fourth uncle were childhood friends. My fourth uncle (who has passed away) used to say that Uncle Fu was honest and hardworking from a young age, never complaining. His peers often bullied him, but Uncle Fu would just smile and never hold it against them.

Now, in the eyes of the villagers, Uncle Fu is considered very successful, but he remains very low-key and never boasts about his abilities. The common saying that the rich are heartless is completely absent in Uncle Fu. He has lived in the bright lights and materialistic city of Shenzhen for over thirty years, but remarkably, he still retains the simplicity of a countryman. He is enthusiastic about public welfare in the village, donating money and goods to the village's primary and secondary schools every year, and frequently supporting elderly people suffering from chronic illnesses. In short, he is a rare and truly good person.

At this point, some readers might wonder if Uncle Fu has also been led astray by lust in the following sections. I can say with certainty that no. Even in this type of story, not everyone who appears would be like that. Besides, this is based on real life, and although it's fiction, it's best to maintain the original story as much as possible. From the bottom of my heart, I respect Uncle Fu. Although he's uneducated and hasn't done anything earth-shattering, his story of struggle and his character are admirable. Although he's ordinary, if all the wealthy people in our society were like Uncle Fu, our society would certainly be more "harmonious."

Now, back to how I went to Shenzhen. I had been teaching middle school math in the village for over ten years. Although the pay was nowhere near that of middle school teachers in some big cities (a world of difference), and my wife only ran a small shop near our home, after deducting living expenses and necessary costs, our family income over ten years had only saved 80,000 yuan. Adding to that the new house we just built and the new furniture we bought in the county town, there was hardly anything left.

Last year during the Spring Festival, Uncle Fu returned home to visit his family and took the opportunity to visit his fourth uncle, who was seriously ill in bed. (Speaking of his fourth uncle, he was really unlucky. He had worked hard for most of his life, and one afternoon at the end of the year before last, he was riding his electric scooter, having drunk a little, to pick up his eldest grandson from elementary school. On the way, he was hit by a construction vehicle and was seriously injured. He was transferred to the county hospital. Later, it is estimated that the construction boss bribed the relevant departments, and his fourth uncle, because he was drunk and jaywalked, had to bear nearly half of the responsibility. All the compensation money was used up, and his family was left with more than 100,000 yuan in medical expenses.) The money was spent, but his health was not restored.

Because Uncle Fu and his fourth uncle had been very close since childhood, he covered the necessary medical expenses and also gave my cousin's family 200,000 yuan so that the couple and their fourth aunt could live a good life. The day my fourth uncle left, Uncle Fu came to my house to ask if I would like to go to Shenzhen with him and help out at his factory. I remember him saying to me, "Zhuwa, you are one of the more educated people in our village." (I'm embarrassed to explain here, but my brother's name contains the character "Zhu," which means pearl. My parents always called me Zhuwa since I was little. Even after I grew up and went to college in another city, people stopped calling me that. My fourth uncle, however, couldn't shake the habit. When he visited me at school, he called me that in front of my dormmates, which made me very embarrassed.)

Another thing is that in the early 1990s, very few people in our village could graduate from high school and then go on to attend universities outside the village. "Well, brother, I'm not very talented. Although it's just a vocational college, only two people from the village got in that year. So, Uncle Si has always regarded me as an educated person. Have you ever thought about going south with me to develop your career? You're not even forty yet, and you have knowledge. As long as you work hard, you'll definitely be successful in the future." Originally, I planned to continue being a teacher. Although the salary wasn't much, it was enough to support my family. But seeing how much money Uncle Si had spent in this unexpected disaster, the value of RMB seemed to have plummeted in my mind. What if something happened in the future, or my son grew up and went to university? How could a family like ours afford such expenses? Thinking that I was still in my prime, why not take a chance? Besides, Uncle Si had watched me grow up; he wouldn't harm me. So, after discussing it with my wife Xiaotong, we decided to go south with Uncle Si after the New Year.

I remember the night before we left, Xiaotong and I had a passionate lovemaking session in bed, as if we wanted to recharge all the electricity we had accumulated over the past few months. I held her soft, white feet, sucking and licking them. I don't know why, but I've always liked staring at women's feet since I was little. Xiaotong, though a village woman, had very well-maintained feet, smooth and delicate, yet I'd never noticed her paying particular attention to them before—it was probably unintentional.

I don't know how I developed this habit. Back in school, I read some Freudian works in the library, such as *The Interpretation of Dreams* and *The Psychopathology of Everyday Life*, so it's probably a combination of innate and acquired traits.

From seeing girls barefoot in the then-fashionable but simple sandals during my school days, to seeing women barefoot in all sorts of novel and alluring flip-flops and sandals now, my penis gets incredibly excited. I really want to put their toes and feet in my mouth, rub my penis against them, and then ejaculate a lot of semen onto their soles. Now that I'm older, this fetish hasn't diminished; in fact, it's grown stronger every day.

Ultimately, those SIS movies also played a significant role in my development.

Because of this habit, I often encounter women with bare feet at work. Fortunately, I have strong self-control and never linger too long staring at those parts of a woman's body to avoid unnecessary trouble (it's said that Li Ao was also a foot fetishist; it seems even the famous scholar who "read ten thousand books and traveled ten thousand miles" couldn't escape worldly concerns).

Speaking of when I first arrived in Shenzhen, Uncle Fu introduced me to his factory and assigned me as an assistant to the warehouse manager. Because the warehouse was quite large, the foreman in charge had nine warehouse keepers (including me). My main job was to replace an elderly retired man, Mr. Li, doing the inventory records. The foreman rarely assigned me heavy work (probably because Uncle Fu took care of me), so my daily workload was quite moderate, much easier than being a teacher in the village.

As for accommodation, I initially considered living in the factory dormitory or finding a cheaper small apartment. But Uncle Fu seemed to have made arrangements for me: "Zhuwa, come to my house. It's spacious, and Qingqing (Uncle Fu's daughter) isn't with us. You can stay with us and we can look after each other. Aunt Hua and I don't consider you an outsider." Hearing Uncle Fu say this, I was very willing, the conditions were good, and it wouldn't cost me anything, but I still politely declined. After all, I had just arrived and had already received a lot of care. If I stayed at the boss's house, the other people in the factory might have a bad impression of me. Seeing that I kept refusing, Uncle Fu said, "Alright then, you can move in anytime you want." Speaking of the dormitory, I didn't expect that the factory's staff dormitory was under construction (Uncle Fu is a rare kind-hearted person. In this day and age, it's a great blessing for the working class to have such a boss. Think of our compatriots at Foxconn, and feel sorry for them). Most of the older workers had families in the local area, and the younger employees from other places received temporary housing subsidies and shared apartments near the factory. I didn't know anyone and couldn't find a suitable place. I was really at a loss. Later, my colleague, Mr. Zhang, through his wife who runs a real estate agency, found me a small apartment in an older neighborhood about ten kilometers from the factory. Although the furnishings were a bit dated, it was comfortable for me, having grown up in the countryside.

With food and lodging sorted, I could only bury myself in work. I worked like this for about half a month, going to work during the day and sometimes going out with Uncle Fu in the evenings for business dinners. Although I didn't know much about business, I could still bring Uncle Fu some drinks. Sometimes, after getting off work early, I would go to a nearby internet cafe to surf the internet for a while.

As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." This is absolutely true. Although I've entered my forties, I used to have sex with my wife twice a week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays, which was our agreed-upon time.

Now that my wife isn't around, it's indeed hard to bear. It's like I've missed five or six times. Although I call my wife every night, she's not good at flirting; she's more concerned about my daily life. And asking her to take a train for over ten hours to get here is simply unrealistic. More

than half a month passed in this torment, and before I knew it, it was mid-March. The weather here in the south is quite warm. Everyone wears only a single layer of clothing at this time of year, and it's not cold at all. In the evenings, especially in lively areas, there are always many "professional women." I had heard so much about them before coming to Shenzhen, and after arriving, I can confirm their reputation is well-deserved.

Seeing these beautifully dressed women, with my wife not around, I can't help but feel incredibly aroused.

Finally, reason was overcome by lust, and I decided to find a woman to release my pent-up sexual desire.

Thinking about it, I arrived at the street where Uncle Fu and I had dinner with clients last time. Walking north, there was an arcade, and in a straight alley next to it were many brightly colored massage parlors and hair salons. This was a fairly large "red-light district." Watching the women outside the shops constantly soliciting business, mostly girls in their early twenties, I was approached by a few. But thinking that I was unfamiliar with the area, what if it was a shady establishment and I got ripped off? So I ignored them and continued walking down the alley. Along the way, I encountered a few glamorous women who occasionally struck up conversations with "passersby" like myself.

But I found them either unattractive (to clarify, I don't have high standards for women's appearance; as long as they look clean and not too ugly), or too affected; I was probably afraid of contracting diseases.

Helpless, I continued walking. Gradually, I reached the end of the alley, and there was hardly anyone around. Was my luck really that bad today? I couldn't even find a prostitute.

Just as I sighed, a soft voice reached my ears: "Sir, do you need any services?" I looked in the direction of the voice and suddenly my eyes lit up: it wasn't that I'd encountered a fairy, but the person speaking to me was exactly my type. Under the streetlight on the right side of the alley, a woman in a white dress walked towards me. She approached slowly, still timidly saying, "Sir, do you need any services?" I then took a closer look at her. This woman wore a pure white dress, barefoot in mid-calf wedge sandals (without straps; judging from my wife's shoes, she was slightly taller than her, around 1.62 meters). She was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, her hair up, her face fairly pretty, without heavy lipstick, just bare skin. She was also on the voluptuous side, with a high, firm bust, and her exposed thighs and arms appeared very white under the streetlight.

I was stunned for a moment, but the woman was still waiting for my reply. I quickly snapped out of it and said, "Okay, how about we discuss the price?" The woman was initially pleased, but then her eyes dimmed. "50 for a quickie, 100 for the night." "Then I'll take the night," the woman asked softly. "Do you have a place?" Hearing this, I felt a little strange. Had she just come out? I replied, "Yes." "Okay, I'll go with you," the woman said softly again.

So I put my arm around the woman's shoulder and started walking back. The woman even trembled slightly at first, then obediently let me hold her. Although most men who come to places like this are not doing anything good, I still didn't want others to think I was just a simple customer. Perhaps under the cover of night, away from here, we would be seen as an ordinary couple.

Just as we reached the middle of the alley, the few streetwalkers from before saw me with this woman in my arms and angrily cursed her behind her back: "Shameless slut, stealing business from other people's turf." They were speaking Cantonese, and I roughly understood some of the words. Then I was surprised to find that the woman seemed afraid of them. She grabbed my arm and quickened her pace. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her. We were truly "fellow sufferers," except that my situation was much better than hers.

We arrived at the bus stop (we were poor!) and waited for the bus back. On the bus, I noticed that she was only looking out the window. I stared at her slightly melancholy eyes and became even more curious about this woman. Her long hair was shoulder-length and seemed to have been washed; the shampoo smelled very nice. As I stared at her, she suddenly noticed that I was looking at her and lowered her head shyly.

Before I knew it, we arrived at the terminal station. I put my arm around her shoulder as before and walked with her to our place. When we got to the door, I opened it and went inside. The woman looked me over first, then took off her shoes and came in barefoot.

(II)

At this moment, thinking that the desires I had suppressed for more than a month would soon be released, I couldn't help but feel excited. I felt my heart racing and my throat burning. I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed the woman, pushing her against the wall. She was half a head shorter than me (I haven't introduced myself yet, but I'm 175cm tall without shoes and weigh 141kg without underwear). She was a little startled, and although I grabbed her, she still struggled with her hands. She looked up at me and said, "Here?" Oh, it probably wasn't appropriate in the small living room. I released her, first drawing the curtains in the living room, then leading her into the bedroom. After closing the curtains, it was impossible for anyone outside to see what was happening inside, and I felt relieved.

I had her sit on the bed and prepared to take off her clothes. The woman hesitated for a moment, then said, "Could you turn off the light? I'm not used to doing this with the light on." At this point, I got a little angry: "Why are you so uncomfortable? Are you serving me or am I serving you? You say you're not used to it, but I'm not used to coming to Shenzhen either. Besides, how can I see your body if the light's off?" Hearing this, the woman lowered her head helplessly and silently began to take off her dress. Under the fluorescent light, I noticed her skin was really fair and smooth; for a woman her age

, maintaining that appearance was quite impressive. She was wearing a black bra underneath, which made her two plump, white breasts appear high and alluring, with a deep cleavage. "Take off your bra too," I commanded. The woman kept her head down, her face seemingly showing embarrassment. I tentatively asked, "Is this your first time doing this?" The woman still didn't look me in the eye, and said deliberately, "Don't ask those questions, okay?" "Alright then, take it off." The woman slowly unhooked her bra from behind, and it slid off her chest. Her two large, white breasts were full and high, with delicate skin and large, slightly lighter brown areolas than my wife Xiaotong's. Two round, coffee-colored nipples, like ripe fruit, were set on the smooth areolas. Her abdomen wasn't flat, but thankfully not overly obese; a stretch mark was clearly visible, and thick pubic hair grew around her vulva. A mature woman who had given birth. Looking at this sight, my penis involuntarily hardened.

The woman stood up slightly and pulled her dress to the ground. I was surprised to find heavy bruises and blood on her full, white thighs, which were very clear because of her fair skin. My heart sank: "Girl, were you hit by an electric scooter or something? How did you get like this?" (At the time, I genuinely thought she had been hit; I never imagined it was those streetwalkers who had done it). The woman said, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a few days." "You say it's okay, but I think it is." Saying this, I quickly took out a... (unclear - possibly a type of medicine or drink) from the bedside table.

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