A long, painstakingly written novel (I can't stop reading it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)

I lasted about fifteen minutes the first time, then
ejaculated inside her slippery, narrow, and moist pussy.

This broke my record of nearly two years—my shortest lasting time in the last two years was at least half an hour.

It's all this woman's fault; she's too slutty, too wild. Sometimes I simply can't tell—am
I fucking her? Or is she fucking me?

Even if I'm still, she doesn't care, her big ass keeps thrusting in, fierce
and aggressive.

Also, I have to admit she has a "good pussy." Logically, she should have been used countless times
, but it's not worn out at all, not loose at all. On the contrary, it's incredibly tight and incredibly supple. Plus, she's very wet
—I've already mentioned this above, but I must emphasize it again here—she's very wet and
viscous, like a lubricant-producing machine, constantly secreting and constantly soaking you. So I
had a rather immoral thought—she should be a prostitute. With such good looks, it would be such a waste if she didn't
become a prostitute! That would be a huge loss for all the "prostitutes" in the world.

After I ejaculated, I slipped out and sat panting to the side, watching her and Hu Zi's "
endurance battle of ." I knew Hu Zi's stamina well; he had been dubbed "Iron Airplane" by the sauna girls—he
was persistent and unyielding. The poor "beautiful writer," despite exerting all her strength, could only manage a few
moans and groans. It was just like: "

She played the jade flute, each
note a sob,
but her lover was as hard as iron,
showing no intention of relieving himself."

At that moment, the sudden rain stopped. Without the clamor of the raindrops, the sounds inside the room
became . First came the panting, heavy, rapid, and soul-stirring from both man and woman; then came her oral sex
sounds—smacking, slurping, and moaning—all "like an old lady sitting on a bench—meticulous and methodical,"
utterly lewd.

After describing the sounds, let's depict the images, starting with a "close-up"—the camera pulls back from a swaying,
crystal-clear drool, and we discover it's flowing from the "beautiful writer's" mouth.
The "writer's" cheeks puffed out and deflated as he sucked hard on something. Then came flushed cheeks,
dazed eyes, and a few strands of wet hair clung to his sweat-drenched forehead... The camera zoomed out
to a wide shot—the bearded man, head held high, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape, throat heaving,
hands on hips, a fierce posture; the woman, limbs on the bed, agile body, long hair disheveled, head swaying,
breathing rapidly.

I patted the "writer's" backside, "Go for it! You can't handle him with your mouth!"

She glanced at me knowingly and winked.

The bearded man, however, his voice hoarse, cried out, "You little bastard, you betrayed me!"

I sneered, "You've been holding it in for so long, aren't you afraid of something bad happening to you?"

So, at my urging and guidance, her hands joined the "battle." I suddenly noticed
how beautiful her hands were—long, slender fingers, delicate nails, neatly trimmed, and painted with
black nail polish. These were her hands, one gripping his penis tightly, rapidly stroking it; the other cradling his scrotum,
kneading and swirling it. Her mouth, still holding the glans, sucked even more rapidly…

Five minutes later, Beard was panting heavily.

I cheered her on, “Faster! Give it your all!”

Beard roared, “Oh! Fuck!”

Before the word “fuck” even finished, Beard’s buttocks suddenly thrust forward!
Three-quarters —it was all inside the “beautiful writer’s” mouth; I reckon it was already stuck in her throat!
Then Beard started trembling all over, wave after wave, like malaria.

I quickly patted the “beautiful writer’s” back—afraid she would choke.

She frowned in pain, making gurgling sounds in her throat.

Thankfully… nothing serious happened; she swallowed it all.

Beard and I both breathed a long sigh of relief.

But she wouldn't let go of the whisker, until "Old Hu's Second" turned into a soft-skinned snake... Only then did she
reluctantly pull it out, her cheeks still bulging, as if she still had a mouthful in her mouth, unwilling to swallow.

I joked, "Spit it out, we have plenty of that stuff!"

She gently shook her head, her eyes fixed on the whisker, and suddenly stretched out two snow-white arms, hooking the whisker
's neck, pulling him straight in front of her...

Holy crap! She actually kissed him!

The whisker probably didn't react in time, instinctively opening his mouth, and she gulped it down
! "Let you have a taste too!" She immediately pushed the whisker away, snuggled back into my arms,
and giggled, "How does it taste?"

The whisker didn't even have time to speak! His body was like it had springs, he jumped up, almost
sprinting into the bathroom, and then, I heard a "waaaah" of vomiting coming from inside.

I was still shaken. "You were too...too mischievous!"

She snorted and said, "Who told him to torment me like that? I held it in for so long, my gums were aching."

I said, "You don't know, he's a famous 'iron plane,' even professionals can't
handle . Once, they tried blowing and hitting him for over two hours, and he still couldn't come. So,
you're already pretty good at taking him down."

She laughed and asked, "What about you? Why can't you?"

I glared at her. "Who said I can't? Weren't you satisfied just now?"

She said, "I wasn't satisfied yet!"

Then she turned around and looked at me seductively. "Tell me, am I too lewd?"

I nodded honestly. “Yeah, you are indeed lewd, but I like it,”

she said. “Even if you don’t like it, there’s nothing I can do, it’s in my nature. I wrote an article
titled ‘Drag Me into the Dark and Rape Me,’ and another one titled ‘I Want to Be a Completely Slutty
Whore.’ I posted the articles online, and many people said I was a bit perverted after reading them.”

At this moment, Beard finally finished vomiting, turned back dejectedly, and shouted upon hearing this, “You’re not just
a bit perverted, you’re extremely perverted! Completely perverted!”

She remained calm and composed, “That’s right, that’s how I am. If you can’t handle it, then don’t play.”

Beard jumped onto the bed, “I can’t handle it? Haha! What a joke! You want to play rape? Watch me…”
"How am I going to rape you later!"

I quickly smoothed things over, "Alright, alright! Now I declare the first round of battle over, let's rest
for a while. Come on, lie down, I'll tell you a joke."

So the three of us all lay down "like jade bodies". The "beautiful writer" slept in the middle, and Hu Zi and I
were on the left and right . Hu Zi seemed a little resentful, turning his butt towards us, but she kicked him, "Hey! You
're not that petty, are you? I just fed you a bite, and it was your own stuff."

Hu Zi turned 180 degrees, "You're the petty one—I just blew on it a little longer, and
it was something you liked."

She laughed, "Okay, we're even, let's start over. Afei, didn't you want to tell a joke? Tell one ,
tell one."

I thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll tell you one. Let's say—once upon a time there was a thief, not
very educated, who only knew the word 'bank'." Once, she found a bank and rushed in to rob it, but
to her surprise, the safe was empty, filled only with jelly. Enraged, the thief ate it all
. The next day, the newspaper headline read, "The city's sperm bank was robbed yesterday; the sperm was
all stolen..."

She laughed heartily, "I get it, you're talking about Beard... Beard, were you the thief? How
did it taste ?"

Beard spat, "That's an old, tired joke."

She said, "Then tell me a new one, but it has to be funny."

Beard grumbled for a while, "New jokes? I have plenty... but I need to filter them. Why don't
you go first, and I'll tell you mine."

She laughed, "You're so cheeky... Okay, I'll go first. There are three people, two men and one woman, sleeping
together . The woman sleeps in the middle, and the men sleep on either side, just like we are now."

I interjected, "Your joke is quite fitting." "

She gently punched me. 'Don't interrupt!' The next morning, when everyone woke up, the woman
, beaming , said, 'You know what? Last night, I had a really weird dream!' The man on the left
said, 'Come on, your dream isn't as weird as mine—I dreamt someone was masturbating me
all night long, and look, I'm still limp.' Hearing this, the man on the right
exclaimed, 'My God! My dream is exactly the same as yours! Look, I'm still wet!' Then
the two men asked the woman—'What did you dream

about?' She deliberately paused, 'Guess what the woman dreamed about?'

I shook my head. 'I can't guess.'

Beard also shook his head. 'Who the hell knows! Just tell me!'

She revealed the answer, 'The woman understood what was going on as soon as she heard the two men's words. She
said very embarrassedly—'I'm sorry, I had a dream that I was skiing in the Alps all
night !'

Beard didn't understand. 'Skiing? What's wrong with skiing?' "

She laughed and made a sled-like motion. "Silly! Think about it, how do you ski? One hand, one
pole, up and down..."

Beard chuckled. "Wow! Such a difficult idea, how did you even come up with it?"

She said, "I heard it from someone else. Okay, your turn."

Beard scratched his head. "I really can't think of anything right now... How about this, I'll tell you one from
when we were in school. That year we were seniors, and the school was holding a graduation ceremony. A guy went up and recited a poem, saying, 'Freshman
girls are like apples, sophomore girls are like oranges, junior girls are like pears.'" "Then a girl next to me asked
anxiously , 'What about us senior girls?' Haha, guess what the guy said?"

she asked. "What did he say?"

Hu Zi burst out laughing first. "Damn it, the guy answered very sincerely, 'Sister, please
, are senior girls still fruit?' Haha, isn't that funny?"

She didn't say anything, and after a long while, she said quietly, "Not funny... It's really scary to think about.
Even seniors aren't considered fruit anymore, so what about us? From body to soul, how old have we become
?"

I comforted her, "Look at you, getting sentimental so easily, you really are a writer. Actually, you're not old.
What year were you in? '97 or '98?"

She whispered, "'97."

Hu Zi chuckled, "Damn! The three of us were in the same year, graduated in the same year."

She sighed, "Sigh, six or seven years have passed in a flash, and I'm almost thirty..."

The room suddenly fell silent. Three people, one bed, all silent, as if they were all lost in thought.

I don't know what they were thinking, but I remembered my first time, and that woman named
Nina . "Silly boy, being happy and joyful together is more important than anything else.
Why be so serious?" She wasn't a writer, but sometimes her words were more philosophical than any writer's.
Because of that one sentence, I will always remember this woman. If memories were canned goods, I hope this
can will never expire.

In the silence, she was the first to sit up, turning over and getting out of bed. She went to the TV cabinet, fiddled with
it for a while , and then a soft, ethereal piano melody filled the room. The melody was familiar, but I
couldn't quite place where I'd heard it before.

She turned off the light and then drew back the curtains.

There was no moon tonight, the night a deep blue.

The song began—oh—I knew it, it was "Scarborough Fair,"
the theme song from "The Graduate," and Sarah Brightman's new cover. The beautiful voice was like a white ribbon
, wrapping tightly around my heart.

She returned to us, her body strikingly white against the deep blue.

She whispered, "Have you heard this saying? 'Either make love in silence, or become a pervert in silence.'"

-6-

Please allow me to try the "cross-cutting" technique again.

I feel this method is a bit like *Chungking Express*, with Takeshi Kaneshiro one minute, Tony Leung the next, Faye Wong
the next , everyone rambling incoherently, talking for ages, getting more and more confused.

Fortunately, I remained highly clear-headed. I know I'm just telling an erotic story. Such
stories can lack anything, but they absolutely cannot lack the process. The process is the flesh—the flesh of the scene, or the flesh of the
scene.

And a sex scene can't be sung by one person, right?

So let's give a round of applause

to her:

Sarah Brightman sings in heavenly melodies, leading me into Eden.

This night, there is rain, there is wind, there is one Eve, and two Adams.

I smiled contentedly. I stretched out my hands, making a "skiing" motion. The "sled handles" in my hands
quickly became hard, thick, long, and hot. I heard the "Adam" on my left say: Aren't you tired? I asked
him back: What do you mean? You want to fuck me, don't you? He said: You're even more direct than me. I said, Of course, I'm
a whore who's available to everyone, and a whore doesn't need to be reserved.

So I took the initiative to approach the "Adam". That "Adam" had two mustaches on top and
a . I mounted him and asked him: Do you like this position? He said: As long as it can go in,
any position doesn't matter. I said: Okay. I turned to look at the other "Adam": What about you?
Do you agree?

He said: No problem, you guys do it, I'll watch from the side.

I shook my head: "No, we have to do it together."

He said: "I want to do it too, but how?" Unless...unless...

I deliberately asked him: "Unless what?"

He chuckled mischievously: "Unless you're willing to do anal sex.

" I whispered: "You're not me, how do you know I'm not willing?"

He was overjoyed: "Really? Okay...do you have any lubricant?"

I said: "No, I never need that stuff."

He was taken aback: "No? No way, it'll hurt a lot without lubricant!"

I shrugged: "If you're afraid of pain, then forget it."

He said: "Get lost! Try it if you don't believe me, just don't cry out in pain.

" At that moment, a gust of wind blew in...the wind lifted the curtains. A cool, rainy feeling filled the air. I
took a deep breath , then knelt down and let his "cone head" press hard against me.

I parted my labia and found it wet and slippery inside, like it was covered in a layer of lichen.

Suddenly, I remembered a man who had done it to me many times. He said he loved my breasts the most, and then asked
if I loved his genitals the most? I didn't feel anything then, so I wasn't sure and didn't know how to answer.
But tonight, my feelings are particularly strong! I think I have the answer, and it is indeed true. I love that
thing, and I hate that it's not long enough to penetrate me.

My body sank down, and the "awl" pierced my body.

Beard and I screamed at the same time: Ah!

Beard, like a child, excitedly clenched his fists and pounded my hips.

He yelled: Damn! You're fucking tight!

I was excited too: Damn, you're fucking thick!

Afei, standing beside me, was extremely jealous: Hey, didn't we agree to do it together?

I panted and said: Don't rush, I'll get you into position...

I lowered my upper body, my full, sagging breasts pressed against Beard's chest. Then my round, plump
buttocks stick up, and my small, exquisite anus opened up. I could even feel the cool breeze
trying to get inside.

I asked Afei: Is this okay?

Afei patted my butt: Stick it up higher!

I hummed in agreement and slumped my back a little further.

...

Okay.

It's my turn to speak.

I feel like my story is a bit like a relay race, with me telling a bit and her taking turns. If I had known
this
would happen, I should have brought Hu Zi along too, so the three of us could write together, which would have been more "comprehensive." And after we finished, we could have posted it online under the pen name "Three-Pipe Party"—maybe it would have gone viral. You know,
anything is possible these days, I'm serious.

Seriously, I'm a very honest person, I love to tell the truth—for example, it's
really troublesome to have sex with a woman without lubricant. Readers with a little knowledge of physiology and hygiene know very well—the anus,
the passage we humans use to excrete feces, doesn't have a secretory function. Under normal circumstances, it's very
dry and very narrow. If you try to force it, you can't get in. Take me for example, I've been
huffing and puffing for ages behind the "beautiful writer," sweating buckets, and it's just dragging on,
no chance at all.

So I got really angry and just used my "One-Finger Divine Skill," forcefully inserting it!

She screamed, "Ah!"

I laughed, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of pain?"

She didn't speak, her anus kept contracting, gripping me tightly, and I could barely pull out.

I asked her, "Why are you so nervous?"

She said in a trembling voice, "It's burning inside... too dry."

I said, "Well, there's nothing we can do, who told you not to prepare lubricant? How about we get some peanut oil?
Is there any in the kitchen?"

She scolded, "Ugh! How can that be? This isn't cooking..."

At this moment, Hu Zi offered a suggestion from below, "Hey, there's a lot of water inside her, can we connect a
pipe to bring the water over?"

I laughed loudly, "You think this is the South-to-North Water Diversion Project! But... we could consider
it..."

I "whoosh" pulled out my finger, then turned it into a palm and reached down. Then I heard Beard yell,
"Damn it! What the hell are you doing touching my balls?"

I said, "Nothing, just wanted to get some grease off you."

Sure enough, Beard's scrotum was covered in sticky liquid. I figured it was a mixture of her
vaginal fluid, my earlier semen, and Beard's secretions... the formula
was practically a "3-in-1" of Pantene shampoo—a bit disgusting, but in a moment of desperation, who cares
? I smeared and poked, probing and scratching, and finally made some progress—at least it was smoother than before, and
my fingers move in and out quite easily.

I was smug, "That's what they call 'nothing is impossible for a willing heart.' Come on, relax—"

she said, "Don't be too rough... I'll cooperate."

I hummed in agreement, assuming a "horse riding" position, my penis thrusting straight into her
anus at a 45-degree angle. "Relax..." I told her again, then took a deep breath, pulled in my stomach, and lifted my buttocks, feeling
my glans force its way through a narrow opening, squeezing into a supple tunnel. Oh, that feels fucking good! And it feels so good!
"Mom, so tight! The sphincter muscles inside are like rubber bands, tightly wrapped around you, and with her
contractions, the anus creates a suction force, making the penis slowly wriggle forward..."

She groaned, "Oh...oh...you're so thick..."

I said in a muffled voice, "Thick is more fun!"

She said, "You're almost tearing me apart!"

I said, "You're almost squeezing me to bursting too!"

In the midst of our exchange, two-thirds of my penis had already been swallowed by her.

So I started trying to thrust.

She really knew how to cooperate—when I thrust, she tightened, and when I thrust, she loosened. It seems she's experienced,
unlike me—to my shame, I consider myself a "veteran of romance," but I've never tried this before; this night was like
a virgin getting married—a first-time experience.

So I had to quickly hand over the "right of the conversation"—this part was
better

...

Inside me, there were two things commonly known as "penises."

One was inside my vagina, straight, strong, and unyielding.

Another one was inside my anus, rough and forceful, thrusting in and out repeatedly. It
felt like a cylindrical steel file, rubbing against my delicate sphincter muscles, sending waves of burning
sensation through me.

Actually, this wasn't my first time doing anal sex. My first time happened two years ago in the spring. At that time,
I had a relatively stable boyfriend, a "returned overseas student" who liked to play unconventional games, like "
backdoor sex ." I remember that time it was because I was on my period and couldn't have sex with him, so he asked me
if I wanted to do anal sex, and I said why not?

The result wasn't very pleasant for either of us. Firstly, because I was in pain and kept yelling, which
annoyed him. Secondly, because we weren't very coordinated. The main responsibility was mine; I was too inexperienced. For a long
time afterward, we didn't try it again.

Until that autumn, when I went to Zhuhai with him for a trip and stayed at a resort hotel. That night, he
took out an electric dildo from his bag, saying it was brought back from Japan and he wanted me to try it—
and before that, I had never used anything like it, so I was very curious and agreed with a smile.
He told me to take off my clothes, crawl on my stomach, and then he inserted that thing. At first, it wasn't anything special, just
a little sore and swollen, but after the current was applied, the feeling was completely different! It felt like countless tiny ants
were biting and stinging me… making me incredibly itchy.

Just then, he started pouring "baby oil" into my anus.

Then he easily inserted it.

That time I tasted pleasure—although I was constipated for over a week afterward, at the time, I
truly entered a state of ecstasy.

I wrote an article about it, titled "My Anal Sexual Desire." After the article was posted online,
it sparked controversy among many female friends—I once met one who said she had also done anal sex, but
it wasn't as exaggerated as I described. My advice to her was: first, to "do both," that
is do intercourse and anal sex simultaneously. This is like the principle of "mixed doubles," where they can complement each other,
reducing and lessening discomfort in the anal canal; second, to pay attention to coordination and rhythm. In fact, the anal ring and anal canal
walls are richly covered with nerve endings, and moderate friction will inevitably bring pleasurable pleasure to the body—
the key is "moderation." And this "moderation" must be grasped by "tightness."

Enough rambling, let's get back to the point.

I must admit that not having prepared lubricant was my mistake, because an article called "Anal Sex
Guide " clearly states—"If you intend to enjoy a woman's anus, then no
amount of lubricant will be enough..." But that night's events were sudden, and I was completely unprepared
, let alone materially. Fortunately, my vaginal secretions were plentiful, which could be used as
lubricant , and Ah Fei's constant ejaculation (I suspect it was his first time, so he couldn't control himself)
kept my anus moist and slippery.

So I began to enjoy... Actually, I only needed to control the rise and fall of my hips—when I arched my back,
Ah Fei penetrated deeply; he had enough length to reach my rectum, giving me a strong urge to defecate;
when I sank down, his beard thrust upwards, filling my entire vagina.

The pleasures overlapped, like wave after wave…

I gradually increased the frequency…

Oh God! I’m climaxing!

I yelled: Faster! Harder! Harder!

At that moment, I was completely disoriented, as if my body no longer belonged to me, only an empty shell
floating in the clouds.

…

Actually, at that time, both Hu Zi and I were simultaneously “going wild.”

I had completely opened her anus, although it was still tight, but thrusting was no longer difficult—
probably because I had lost control and injected some fluid inside earlier. In short, the more I fucked, the more excited
I became, the more I enjoyed it! Later, I even dared to pull out completely and then shove the whole thing back in—interestingly
, when I pulled out, her anus would make a “pop” sound, like farting, but
fortunately, there was no odor.

Hu Zi was even more ferocious! He grabbed her neck, his buttocks thrusting wildly upwards, making
her belly “crack” loudly.

Poor “beautiful writer”! She was disheveled, drenched in sweat,
and panting heavily , her hands gripping the sheets tightly—I thought to myself, how can this go on! She'll
surely die! I quickly called to Beard, "Hey, take it easy! Don't cripple her!"

Beard, panting, said, "How are you? I'm about to give up!"

I said, "I've been wanting to cum for a while..."

Beard shouted, "Then let's cum together!"

We both went all out again, "bang bang bang," and thrust into her a few more times, almost simultaneously, reaching her
deepest point—she screamed hysterically—Ah!!!

And then I ejaculated "thump thump thump"...

...

In summary, I summarized the battle:

First, Beard ejaculated once in the "beautiful writer's" mouth.

Second, I ejaculated once in the "beautiful writer's" anus.

Third, Hu Zi and I each ejaculated inside the "beautiful writer's" vagina once.

Note: And neither of us used a condom!

...

Afterwards, Hu Zi asked me, "Hey, do you think she might get pregnant?"

I scratched my head, "I don't know."

Hu Zi looked worried, "What if she does... what will we do then?"

I patted my chest, "A man should be willing to take responsibility!"

Hu Zi shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to take responsibility—I mean, if the child is born, who will be the father
?"

I thought for a moment, "Your second time was more solid, so it's probably 80% your responsibility."

Hu Zi disagreed, "Even if I'm 80%, you're still 20%! Why should I be solely responsible?" "

I sighed, "Alright, count me in, I'll pay 20% of the child support."

Beard muttered, "That's more like it... Hey, I have an idea, if it's a son, we'll
name him Hu Fei, what do you think?"

I was furious, "Damn it! Why are you in front and I'm in the back?"

Beard argued, "I'm supposed to be in front, you're in the back!"

I was speechless, "Okay then... but our son's nickname has to be Snow Mountain Flying Fox,
this time I'm in front."

Beard grumbled, "Pah! You never seem to lose out!"

-7-

Just like all porn movies end with ejaculation, this rambling "pornographic article" of mine will also
end with "exhaustion." There's a song called "Let love end before sunrise," and besides, we
didn't even have a love affair. To put it crudely, we just "had sex" once.

Okay, if it's going to end, then I plan to end it on May 16th, 2004,
which was yesterday. Actually, yesterday was nothing special; just another
Sunday . I feel the word "Sunday" has a bit of a verb-like effect—since coming to Guangzhou, I
've been doing it almost regularly "once a week"—in our northern region, "日" means "to do."

I thought of the "beautiful writer." I must admit, she's a great "playmate," both adventurous
and capable of it. So I stood on the balcony, overlooking the gray city in the twilight, and
called her, "Hello? Is this the writer? Want some sex?"

She giggled, "It's you."

I said, "Let me tell you some good news first. My article—no, I should say our article—is very
popular, with over seven thousand clicks and more than twenty pages of replies. But many people are asking if you're
that 'Bamboo Shadow Green Eyes'."

She was unhappy, "How could there be such a misunderstanding?"

I explained to her, "You two are both university teachers, and you've both posted nude photos online,
so it's easy for people to get confused."

She said "Oh."

I said, "But what's most infuriating is that some people still think you're Mu Zimei."

Her voice immediately turned angry. "Pah! Then you should stand up and clarify things for me!"

I said, "Without your permission, I dare not reveal your real identity. I used the third
person , 'beautiful writer,' haha."

She sighed, "Sigh! Do you think 'beautiful writer' is still as popular as it used to be? These days, calling someone a
'beautiful writer' is like calling someone a prostitute, it's almost like insulting someone."

I was unconvinced. "It can't be that bad! Aren't there people in this world who are both talented and beautiful?"

She said, "There are, but not many, and they certainly aren't writers. Think about it, would a beautiful woman need to
write ?"

I complimented her, "You write quite well!"

She said, "I do like to write, but I'm not beautiful."

I took the opportunity to change the subject, "Whether you're beautiful or not, I like you anyway. How about it? Tonight
, just the two of us, alone, you know?"

She didn't reply, and remained silent for a long time.

I panicked. "Hey! What are you thinking about? Say something!"

She finally whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't want to see you again."

I was stunned. "Why?"

She said, "You're the kind of man I like, and I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."

I said with a smirk, "Then love me! After all, sex is love too."

She said, "You might not have noticed, but I never use the word 'sex' in my writing.
Love is too heavy; I can't do it, and I can't afford it."

With that, she gently hung up the phone.

I shrugged and muttered to myself, "What a show-off! What era are we living in? Still playing these tricks on me."

I hung up the phone, dressed as quickly as possible, slammed the door, and left the house.

I whistled as I hurried through the narrow alleyways. This twilight was alluring and passionate, the light
soft and ambiguous. I saw those bitches starting to emerge, each one dressed up and made up like a lady; I also
saw those ladies starting to go out, each one dressed seductively, yet looking exactly like bitches. Damn it,
how did this world become like this? It's all fucking chaotic!

I greeted them, "Hi!"

They responded flirtatiously, "Hi!"

I stopped and whispered, "Want to have sex?"

They giggled, "Screw you!"

I was utterly frustrated, "Even you two won't have sex... Well, let's do it then! One by one, we'll kill them!"

Just then, the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Beard.

Beard was excited and thrilled, "Dude, I'm at Blue Angel, come quick, there are two chicks here,
fucking hot! I'm going to get them!"

I laughed, "Wait for me, let's do it together!"

I ran off.

-8-

Yeah... all those who can't have sex... just do it! Do it like crazy...

(The End)
I lasted about fifteen minutes the first time, and then
ejaculated inside her slippery, narrow, wet pussy.
This broke my record of almost two years—my shortest last time in the last two years was half an hour.
It was all this woman's fault, she was too slutty, too wild. Sometimes I just couldn't understand—was it...
Am I fucking her? Or is she fucking me?
Even if I hovered still, she didn't care, her big ass kept thrusting against me, fierce
and aggressive.
And, I have to admit, she has a "good pussy." Logically, she should have been used countless times
, but it wasn't worn out at all, not loose at all. On the contrary, it was very tight and very flexible. Plus, she was very wet
—I've already mentioned this above, but I must emphasize it again here—she was very wet and
viscous, like a lubricant-producing machine, constantly secreting and constantly soaking you. So, I
had a rather immoral thought—she should be a prostitute. With such good conditions, it would be a waste if she didn't
become a prostitute! That would be a huge loss for "prostitutes" all over the world.
After I ejaculated, I slid out and sat panting on the side watching her and Beard's "
endurance battle of ." I know Beard's stamina very well; he was once given the title of "Iron Airplane" by the sauna girls, truly a man who
could not get an erection for a long time and was indomitable. The poor "beautiful writer," despite her best efforts, could only manage a few
whimpers and moans. It was as if
she had played her jade flute, each
note a mournful lament,
but her lover, as firm as iron,
showed no desire to release her.
Just then, the sudden rain subsided. Without the clamor of the raindrops, the sounds inside the room
became . First came the panting, heavy, rapid, and deeply moving, both man and woman; then came the
sounds of her oral sex, smacking, slurping, and moaning, all with the rhythmic precision of an old woman sitting on a bench, utterly lewd
.
Having described the sounds, let's move on to the images, starting with a "close-up"—the camera
pulls back from a swaying, glistening drop of saliva, revealing it to be flowing from the "beautiful writer's" mouth.
The "writer's" cheeks puffed out and deflated as she diligently sucked on something. Then came the flushed cheeks,
the dazed eyes, and a few strands of wet hair clinging to her sweat-drenched forehead… The camera zoomed out
to a wide shot—the bearded man, head held high, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape, throat heaving,
hands on hips, a fierce posture; the woman, limbs on the bed, agile, long hair disheveled, head swaying,
breathing rapidly.
I patted the “writer’s” backside, “Make your move! You can’t handle him with your mouth!”
She glanced at me knowingly and winked.
The bearded man, however, his voice hoarse, cried out, “You little bastard, you betrayed me!”
I sneered, “Aren’t you afraid of getting yourself into trouble by holding it in like this?”
So, with my encouragement and guidance, her hands joined the “battle.” I suddenly noticed how beautiful her
hands were—long, slender fingers, delicate nails, beautifully manicured, and painted with
black nail polish. These were her hands, one gripping his penis tightly, rapidly stroking it; the other cradling his scrotum,
kneading and swirling it. Her mouth, still holding the glans, sucked even more rapidly…
Five minutes later, Beard was panting heavily.
I cheered her on, “Faster! Give it your all!”
Beard roared, “Oh! Fuck!”
Before the word “fuck” even finished, Beard’s buttocks suddenly thrust forward!
Three-quarters —it was all inside the “beautiful writer’s” mouth; I reckon it was already stuck in her throat!
Then Beard started trembling all over, wave after wave, like malaria.
I quickly patted the “beautiful writer’s” back—afraid she would choke.
She frowned in pain, making gurgling sounds in her throat.
Thankfully… nothing serious happened; she swallowed it all.
Beard and I both breathed a long sigh of relief.
But she wouldn't let go of the whisker, until "Old Hu's Second" turned into a soft-skinned snake... Only then did she
reluctantly pull it out, her cheeks still bulging, as if she still had a mouthful in her mouth, unwilling to swallow.
I joked, "Spit it out, we have plenty of that stuff!"
She gently shook her head, her eyes fixed on the whisker, and suddenly stretched out two snow-white arms, hooking the whisker
's neck, pulling him straight in front of her...
Holy crap! She actually kissed him!
The whisker probably didn't react in time, instinctively opening his mouth, and she gulped it down
! "Let you have a taste too!" She immediately pushed the whisker away, snuggled back into my arms,
and giggled, "How does it taste?"
The whisker didn't even have time to speak! His body was like it had springs, he jumped up, almost
sprinting into the bathroom, and then, I heard a "waaaah" of vomiting coming from inside.
I was still shaken. "You were too...too mischievous!"
She snorted and said, "Who told him to torment me like that? I held it in for so long, my gums were aching."
I said, "You don't know, he's a famous 'iron plane,' even professionals can't
handle . Once, they tried blowing and hitting him for over two hours, and he still couldn't come. So,
you're already quite capable of taking him down."
She laughed and asked, "What about you? Why can't you?"
I glared at her. "Who said I can't? Weren't you satisfied just now?"
She said, "I wasn't satisfied yet!"
Then she turned around and looked at me seductively. "Tell me, am I too lewd?"
I nodded honestly. "Yeah, you are lewd, but I like it."
She said, "Even if you don't like it, there's nothing I can do, this is..." "It's innate. I wrote an article
titled 'Drag me into the shadows and rape me,' and another one titled 'I want to be a complete
whore for everyone.' I posted the articles online, and many people said I was a bit perverted after reading them."
At this moment, Beard finally finished vomiting, returned dejectedly, and shouted upon hearing this, "You're not just
a bit perverted, you're extremely perverted! Completely perverted!"
She remained calm and composed, "That's right, that's how I am. If you can't handle it, then don't play."
Beard jumped onto the bed, "I can't handle it? Haha! What a joke! Didn't you want to play rape? Watch how I rape you
later !"
I quickly smoothed things over, "Okay, okay! Now I declare the first round of battle over, let's rest
for a while. Come on, lie down, I'll tell you a joke."
So the three of us were all "lying down." The "beautiful writer" slept in the middle, and Beard and I were on either side.
On the right. Beard seemed a little resentful, turning his back to us, but she kicked him. "Hey! You
wouldn't be so petty, would you? It was just a bite, and it was your own stuff."
Beard turned 180 degrees. "You're the petty one—it was just a little longer of blowing on it, and
it was something you liked."
She laughed. "Okay, we're even, let's start over. Fei, didn't you say you were going to tell a joke? Tell one ,
tell one."
I thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll tell you one. Once upon a time, there was a thief, not
very educated, who only knew the word 'bank.' One day, he found a bank and rushed in to rob it, but
to his surprise, the safe was empty, filled only with jelly. In a fit of anger, the thief ate it all
. The next day, the newspaper had a headline saying that yesterday..." " A sperm bank in Japan was robbed, and the sperm was all stolen
..."
She laughed heartily, "I get it, you're talking about Beard... Beard, was that thief you? How
did it taste ?"
Beard spat, "That's an old, tired joke."
She said, "Then tell me a new one, but it has to be funny."
Beard grumbled for a while, "New jokes? I have plenty here... but I need to pick and choose. Why don't
you go first, and I'll go after you're done?"
She laughed, "You're so cheeky... Okay, I'll go first. There were three people, two men and one woman, sleeping
together . The woman slept in the middle, and the men slept on either side, just like we are now."
I interjected, "Your joke is quite fitting."
She lightly punched me, "Don't interrupt! Tell me the next morning, when everyone woke up, the woman..."
"You know what? Last night, I had a really weird dream!" The man on the left
said, "Come on, your dream isn't as weird as mine—I dreamt someone was masturbating me
all night long, and look, I'm still limp." Hearing this, the man on the right
yelled, "Oh my god! My dream is exactly the same as yours! Look, I'm still wet!" Then
the two men asked the woman, "What did you dream about?"
She deliberately paused, "Guess what the woman dreamed about?"
I shook my head, "I can't guess."
Beard also shook his head, "Who the hell knows! Just tell me!"
She revealed the answer, "The woman understood what was going on as soon as she heard the two men's words, and she
said, very embarrassed—" "Sorry, I had a dream. I dreamt I was skiing all
night !"
Beard didn't react immediately. "Skiing? What's wrong with skiing?"
She laughed and made a skiing motion. "Silly! Think about it, how do you ski? One hand,
one pole, up and down..."
Beard chuckled. "Wow! Such a difficult idea, how did you even come up with it?"
She said, "I heard it from someone else. Okay, your turn."
Beard scratched his head. "I can't really think of anything right now... How about this, let me tell you one from
when we were in school. That year we were seniors, and the school was having a graduation ceremony. A guy went up and recited a poem, saying, 'Freshman
girls are like apples, sophomore girls are like oranges, junior girls are like pears.' Then a girl next to him
asked very eagerly, 'What about us senior girls?' Haha, guess what the guy said?"
She asked. "What did he say?"
Beard burst out laughing. "Damn it, the guy answered very sincerely, 'Sister, please
, are senior girls still fruit?' Haha, isn't that funny?"
She didn't say anything, and after a long while, she said softly, "It's not funny... It's really scary to think about. Even
seniors aren't considered 'fruits' anymore, so what about people like us? From body to soul, how old have we become
?"
I comforted her, "Look at you, getting sentimental so easily, no wonder you're a writer. Actually, you're not that old.
What year were you in? '97 or '98?"
She whispered, "'97."
Her beard twitched, "Damn! The three of us graduated in the same year."
She sighed, "Sigh, six or seven years have passed in a flash, and I'll be thirty soon..."
The room suddenly fell silent. Three people, one bed, all silent, as if lost in thought.
I didn't know what they were thinking, but I thought of my first time, and of that woman named "
Nina ." "Silly boy, being happy and joyful together is more important than anything else,
why take it so seriously?" "Although she wasn't a writer, sometimes her words were more philosophical than any writer's.
Because of this one sentence, I will always remember this woman. If memory were a can, I hope this
can will never expire.
In the silence, she was the first to sit up, turning over and getting out of bed. She went to the TV cabinet, fiddled with it
for a while , and then, a soft, ethereal piano melody filled the room. The melody was familiar, but I
couldn't quite place where I'd heard it before.
She turned off the light and then drew back the curtains.
There was no moon tonight, the night was a deep blue.
The song began, oh—I know, it's 'Scarbourogh Fair,'
the theme song from 'The Graduate,' and Sarah Brightman's new cover. The beautiful voice was like a white ribbon, wrapping around my heart, one strand after
another .
She returned to us, her body strikingly white against the deep blue.
She whispered, 'Have you heard this saying? 'Either make love in silence, or become a pervert in silence.'" "
-6-
Please allow me to try the 'cross-cutting' technique again.
I feel this approach is a bit like 'Chungking Express,' with Takeshi Kaneshiro one minute, Tony Leung the next, Faye Wong
the next , everyone rambling incoherently, getting more and more confused.
Fortunately, I remained highly clear-headed. I know I'm just telling an erotic story. Such
stories can lack many things, but they absolutely cannot lack the process. The process is the flesh—the flesh of the scene, or the flesh of the
scene.
And a flesh scene can't be sung by one person, don't you agree?
So, let's give a round of applause to—
her:
Sarah Brightman, singing in heavenly melodies, she led me into Eden.
This night, there was rain, there was wind, there was one Eve, and two Adams."
I smiled contentedly. I stretched out my hands, mimicking a "skiing" motion. My "sled handles"
quickly hardened, thickened, lengthened, and heated. I heard the "Adam" on my left say, "Aren't you tired?" I retorted
, "What do you mean? You want to fuck me, don't you?" He said, "You're even more direct than me." I said, "Of course, I'm
a whore who's available to everyone, and whores don't need to be reserved."
So I moved closer to the "Adam." That "Adam" had a mustache and
a "prickly" penis. I mounted him and asked, "Do you like this position?" He said, "As long as it goes in,
any position is fine." I said, "Okay." I turned to the other "Adam": "What about you?
Do you agree?"
He said, "No problem, you guys do it, I'll watch."
I shook my head: "That won't do, if you want to, come along."
He said, "I want to come along too, but how? Unless… unless…"
I deliberately asked him, "Unless what?"
He chuckled wickedly: "Unless you're willing to anally."
I whispered, "You're not me, how do you know I don't want to?"
He was overjoyed: Really? Great… Do you have any lubricant?
I said: No, I never need that stuff.
He was taken aback: No? You can't do without it, it'll hurt a lot without lubricant!
I shrugged: If you're afraid of pain, then forget it.
He said: Get lost! Try it if you don't believe me, just don't cry out in pain.
Just then a gust of wind blew in… the wind lifted the curtains. A cool, rainy feeling filled the air. I
took a deep breath , then knelt down and spread my legs, letting the hard "cone" of his penis press against me.
I parted my labia and found it wet and slippery inside, like it was covered in a layer of lichen.
Suddenly I remembered a man who had been with me many times. He said he loved my breasts the most, and then asked
if I loved his genitals the most? I didn't feel anything then, so I wasn't sure, and I didn't know how to answer.
But tonight, my feelings were particularly strong! I think I have the answer, it is indeed true. I love that
thing, and I hate that it's not long enough to penetrate me.
My body sank down, and the "cone" pierced into my body.
The man and I screamed at the same time: Ah!
Like a child, Hu Zi excitedly clenched his fists and pounded my hips.
He yelled, "Damn! You're fucking tight!"
I exclaimed excitedly, "Damn, you're fucking thick!"
A Fei, standing nearby, was incredibly jealous: "Hey, didn't we agree to do it together?"
I panted and said, "Don't rush, I'll get you into position..."
I lowered my upper body, my full, sagging breasts pressed against Hu Zi's chest. My round, plump
buttocks then stuck out, and my small, delicate anus opened wide; I could even feel the cool
breeze trying to get inside.
I asked A Fei, "Is this okay?
" A Fei patted my butt: "Stick it higher!
" I hummed in agreement and lowered my waist a little more.
...
Okay.
It was my turn to speak.
I felt like I was doing a "story relay," with each of us taking turns. I should have brought
Hu Zi the three of us could write together—that would have been more "comprehensive." And after writing it, I could
post it online under the pen name "Three-Fart Party"—maybe it'll become popular. You know,
anything is possible these days, I'm serious.
Seriously, I'm a very honest person, I love to tell the truth—for example, it's really troublesome to have sex with a woman without lubricant
. Readers with a little knowledge of physiology and hygiene know very well—the anus,
the passage we humans use to excrete feces, doesn't have a secretory function. Under normal circumstances, it's very
dry and very narrow. If you try to force it, you can't get it in. Take me for example, I
knelt on the "beautiful writer's" backside for ages, sweating profusely, but it was just dragging on,
no luck at all.
So I got angry and just used my "one-finger technique," forcefully inserting it!
She screamed, "Ah!"
I laughed, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of pain?"
She didn't say anything, her anus kept contracting, gripping me tightly, I could hardly pull it out.
I asked her, "Why are you so nervous?"
She said in a trembling voice, "It's burning inside...it's too dry."
I said, "Well, there's nothing we can do. Who told you not to prepare lubricant? How about we get some peanut oil?
Is there any in the kitchen?"
She scolded, "Ugh! How can that be? This isn't cooking..."
At this moment, Hu Zi offered a suggestion from below, "Hey, there's a lot of water in there, can we connect a
pipe to bring the water over?"
I laughed loudly, "You think this is the South-to-North Water Diversion Project? But...it's something we can consider
..."
I "whoosh" pulled out my finger, then turned it into a palm and reached down. I heard Hu Zi yell,
"Damn it! What are you doing touching my balls?"
I said, "Nothing, just wanted to get some oil off you."
Sure enough, Hu Zi's scrotum was covered in sticky liquid. I analyzed it; it contained her
vaginal fluids, my earlier semen, and secretions from my beard… the formula
was practically comparable to "Pantene 3-in-1"—a bit disgusting, but in desperation, who cares
? I smeared and poked, probing and scratching, finally achieving some success—at least it was smoother than before,
my fingers moving in and out freely.
I smugly declared, "This is what they call 'nothing is impossible for a willing heart.' Come on, relax—"
she said, "Don't use too much force… I'll cooperate."
I hummed in agreement, assuming a "horse-riding" position, my penis thrusting at a 45-degree angle into her
anus. "Relax…" I instructed her again, then took a deep breath, tightened my abdomen, and thrust my hips forward, feeling
my glans force open a narrow slit, squeezing into a supple tunnel. Oh, fucking good! And
fucking tight! The sphincter muscles inside were like rubber bands, tightly wrapped around you, and with her
contractions, the anus created a suction force, causing the penis to slowly wriggle forward...
She groaned, "Oh...oh...you're so thick..."
I said in a muffled voice, "Thick is what makes it fun!"
She said, "You're about to tear me apart!"
I said, "You're about to squeeze me to pieces too!"
Before I knew it, two-thirds of my penis was inside her.
So I started trying to thrust.
She was indeed cooperative—she tightened when I thrust, and loosened when I inserted. It seemed she was experienced,
unlike me—to my shame, I consider myself a "veteran of romance," yet I'd never tried this before; it was
my first time.
So I had to quickly relinquish the "voice"—this part was
best
...
Inside me, two things commonly called "penises" were moving.
One was in my vagina, straight, strong, and unyielding.
The other was in my anus, rough and forceful, thrusting back and forth. It
was like a cylindrical steel file, rubbing against my delicate sphincter muscles, giving me waves of burning
sensation.
Actually, this wasn't my first time anal sex. My first time happened two years ago in the spring. At that time
, I had a relatively stable boyfriend. He was a "returned overseas student" who liked to play unconventional games, such as
anal sex . I remember that time it was because I was on my period and it wasn't convenient for us to have sex
, so he asked me if I would like anal sex. I said why not?
It didn't end well for either of us. Firstly, because I was in pain and kept yelling, which
annoyed him. Secondly, because we weren't very coordinated. The main responsibility was mine; I was too inexperienced. For a long
time afterward, we didn't try it again.
Until that autumn, when I went to Zhuhai with him and stayed at a resort hotel. That night, he
took out an electric dildo from his bag, saying he brought it back from Japan and wanted me to try it—
I had never used anything like that before, so I was very curious and agreed with a smile.
He told me to take off my clothes, crawl on my stomach, and then he inserted the thing. At first, it wasn't anything special, just
a little sore and swollen, but after the current was turned on, the feeling was different! It felt like countless tiny ants
were biting and stinging me… making me incredibly itchy.
Just then, he started pouring "baby oil" into my anus.
Then he easily inserted it.
That time I tasted pleasure—although I was constipated for over a week afterward, I
truly reached a state of ecstasy.
I wrote an article about it, titled "My Anal Sexual Desire." After posting it online,
it sparked controversy among many female friends—I once met one who said she had also engaged in anal sex, but
it wasn't as exaggerated as I described. My advice to her was: first, to "do both," that
is, perform intercourse and anal sex simultaneously. This is similar to the principle of "mixed doubles," where they complement each other,
reducing and minimizing discomfort in the anal canal; second, to emphasize coordination and pay attention to rhythm. In fact, the anal ring and anal canal
walls are richly covered with nerve endings, and moderate friction will inevitably bring pleasurable pleasure to the body—
the key is "moderation." And this "moderation" must be grasped through "tightness."
Enough rambling, let's get back to the main point.
I must admit, not having prepared lubricant was my mistake, because an article called "Anal Sex
Guide " clearly stated—"If you intend to enjoy a woman's anus, then no
amount of lubricant will be enough..." But that night's events came so suddenly; I was completely
unprepared, both mentally and materially. Fortunately, my vaginal secretions were plentiful, which could be used as
lubricant , and Ah Fei's constant ejaculation (I suspected it was his first time, so he couldn't control himself)
kept my anus moist and slippery.
So I began to enjoy it... Actually, all I needed to control was the rise and fall of my hips—when I arched my back,
Ah Fei penetrated deeply; he had enough length to reach my rectum, giving me a strong urge to defecate;
when I sank down, his beard thrust upwards, filling my entire vagina.
The pleasure overlapped, like wave after wave...
I gradually increased the frequency...
Oh God! I orgasmed!
I shouted: Faster! Harder! Harder!
At that moment, I was completely disoriented, as if my body no longer belonged to me, only an empty shell
floating in a cloud of clouds.
...
Actually, at that time, both Hu Zi and I were simultaneously "going berserk."
I had completely opened her anus, although it was still tight, but thrusting was no longer difficult—
probably because I had briefly lost control and injected some more fluid inside. In short, the more I fucked, the more excited
I became, the more I enjoyed it! Later, I even dared to pull out completely and then shove the whole thing back in—interestingly
, when I pulled out, her anus would make a "pop" sound, like a fart, but
thankfully there was no odor.
Hu Zi was even more ferocious! He grabbed her neck, his buttocks thrusting wildly upwards, making
her stomach slam and crackle.
Poor "beautiful writer"! She was disheveled, sweating profusely,
panting , and clutching the sheets tightly with both hands—I thought to myself, how could this go on! She'd be
lucky not to die! I quickly called out to Beard, "Hey, take it easy! Don't hurt her!"
Beard was panting, "How are you? I'm about to come!"
I said, "I've been wanting to cum for a while..."
Beard shouted, "Then let's cum together!"
We both went all out again, "bang bang bang" and fucked her wildly a few times, and almost simultaneously, I thrust into her
deepest part—she screamed hysterically—Ah!!!
Then I "thump thump thump" ejaculated...
...
After this battle, I summarized the results:
First, Beard ejaculated once in the "beautiful writer's" mouth.
Second, I ejaculated once in the "beautiful writer's" anus.
Third, Beard and I each ejaculated once in the "beautiful writer's" vagina.
Note: And we didn't use condoms!
...
Afterwards, Beard asked me, "Hey, do you think she might get pregnant?"
I scratched my head, "I don't know."
Beard looked worried. "What if she's pregnant... what will we do then?"
I patted my chest. "A man should be willing to take responsibility!"
Beard shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to take responsibility—I mean, who will be the father after the child is born
?"
I thought for a moment. "Your last time was pretty solid, so you should be 80% responsible."
Beard protested. "Even if I'm 80%, you'll still be 20%! Why should I be solely responsible?"
I sighed. "Fine, count me in. I'll pay 20% of the child support."
Beard muttered. "That's more like it... Hey, I have an idea. If it's a son, we'll
name him Hu Fei. What do you think?"
I was furious. "Damn it! Why are you in front and I'm behind?"
Beard retorted. "I'm supposed to be in front, and you're behind!"
I was speechless. "Okay then... but our son's nickname has to be Snow Mountain Flying Fox.
This time, I'm in front."
Beard grumbled. "Pah! You never seem to lose out!"
-7-
Just like all pornographic films end with ejaculation, this rambling "pornographic article" of mine will also
end with "exhaustion." There's a song called "Let Love End Before Sunrise," let alone the fact that we
didn't have a relationship. To put it crudely, we just "had sex" once.
Okay, if it has to end, then I plan to end it on May 16th, 2004,
which was yesterday. Actually, yesterday wasn't anything special, just another
Sunday . I think the word "Sunday" has a bit of a verb effect—since coming to Guangzhou, I
've been very regularly doing "one day a week"—in our northern region, "day" means "to have sex."
I thought of the "beautiful writer." I must admit, she's a very good "playmate," both wanton
and able to have sex. So I stood on the balcony, overlooking the gray city in the twilight, and
called her. "Hello? Is this the writer? Want to have sex?"
She giggled. "It's you."
I said, "Let me tell you some good news first. My article—no, I should say our article—is very
popular. It's already had over seven thousand clicks and more than twenty pages of replies. But a lot of people are asking if you're
that 'Bamboo Shadow and Green Eyes'."
She was annoyed. "How could there be such a misunderstanding?"
I explained to her, "You two are both university teachers, and you've both posted nude photos online,
so it's easy for people to get confused."
She said "Oh."
I said, "But what's most infuriating is that some people still think you're Mu Zimei."
Her voice immediately turned angry. "Pah! Then you should stand up and clarify things for me!"
I said, "Without your permission, I dare not reveal your real identity. I used the third
person , 'beautiful writer,' haha."
She sighed, "Sigh! Do you think 'beautiful writer' is still as popular as it used to be? These days, calling someone a
'beautiful writer' is like calling someone a prostitute, it's almost like insulting someone."
I was unconvinced. "It can't be that bad! Aren't there people in this world who are both talented and beautiful?"
She said, "There are, but not many, and they certainly aren't writers. Think about it, would a beautiful woman need to
write ?"
I complimented her, "You write quite well!"
She said, "I do like to write, but I'm not beautiful."
I took the opportunity to change the subject, "Whether you're beautiful or not, I like you anyway. How about it? Tonight
, just the two of us, alone, you know?"
She didn't reply, and remained silent for a long time.
I panicked. "Hey! What are you thinking about? Say something!"
She finally whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't want to see you again."
I was stunned. "Why?"
She said, "You're the kind of man I like, and I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."
I said with a smirk, "Then love me! After all, sex is love too."
She said, "You might not have noticed, but I never use the word 'sex' in my writing.
Love is too heavy; I can't do it, and I can't afford it."
With that, she gently hung up the phone.
I shrugged and muttered to myself, "What a show-off! What era are we living in? Still playing these tricks on me."
I hung up the phone, dressed as quickly as possible, slammed the door, and left the house.
I whistled as I hurried through the narrow alleyways. This twilight was alluring and passionate, the light
soft and ambiguous. I saw those bitches starting to emerge, each one dressed up and made up like a lady; I also
saw those ladies starting to go out, each one dressed seductively, yet looking exactly like bitches. Damn it,
how did this world become like this? It's all fucking chaotic!
I greeted them, "Hi!"
They responded flirtatiously, "Hi!"
I stopped and whispered, "Want to have sex?"
They giggled, "Screw you!"
I was utterly frustrated. "Even you two won't have sex... Well, let's do it then! One by one, we'll get rid of them!"
Just then, the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID; it was Beard.
Beard was excited and thrilled. "Dude, I'm at Blue Angel, come quick, there are two chicks here,
fucking hot! I'm going to get them!"
I laughed, "Wait for me, let's do it together!"
I dashed off.
-8-
Yes... all those who can't have sex... just do it! Do it like crazy...
(The End)

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