I only love your lower body (6)

Loneliness is an excuse to seek sex.
Mature women are more attractive; such women not only manage life but also manage men.
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In the cold water dance floor, the lights flickered. Song Na was practically supporting Mr. Luo as they moved. It couldn't be called dancing, because he was clearly drunk; he seemed
to have lost his footing. After one song ended, Song Na approached the window of the sound room and said to me, "Xiao Lin, let's change to a disco. If you keep dancing like this with him, my feet
will be swollen by the time I get off work." "Okay." Looking at Sister Song's pained expression, I immediately changed to a faster-paced song.
A little while later, amidst the noisy dance music, Mr. Luo was helped to the bar by his friends to pay the bill. He held Sister Song's hand, saying something ambiguous. Sister Song
smiled , and taking advantage of Mr. Luo's swaying, she pulled her hand away and supported his short, thick arm, and together with another man, helped Mr. Luo to the door.
After the last table left, I checked the time; it was a little past 12:30, so I changed the music back to a soothing tune. The waitresses were cleaning. Sister Song lit
a cigarette , leaned back in her chair by the bar, and asked about the evening's earnings while smoking. It seemed the customers had left early, but the income appeared
good, as Sister Song's smile after asking showed satisfaction.
Everyone left, and I turned off the machine and came out.
"Xiao Lin, go get the oranges..." "Okay." "She seems to be in a good mood today.
This might be related to our manager, Mr. Wang, going on a business trip to Shanghai recently. Mr. Wang doesn't usually frequent dance halls; Sister Song handles everything.
But when he does come, the two of them always seem to have a few words exchanged. After the argument, Song Na remains silent, but looks aggrieved. After Mr. Wang calms down for a while, he always takes her
out to dinner after work. The next day, they're as if they never argued.
Sister Song is said to be thirty years old and divorced. Apparently, her divorce has something to do with Mr. Wang; he's been fighting for a divorce for two or three years now, and there's still
no resolution. I've only heard these things.
The drinks are here, and Sister Song tells me to prepare some dried fruit. While saying this, she asks me, 'Xiao Lin doesn't seem to be married, does he?'
I'm looking down at the bar getting dried fruit when I hear this, and I chuckle and reply, 'No money, who would I marry?' '
In this society, a man can't do without money, and having too much money isn't good either,' Song Na says with a sigh.
'Sister Song, is this mentality caused by your usual environment?'" "I asked tentatively.
"Not entirely. As people get older, they prefer peaceful relationships, but the feelings they once pursued become increasingly numb," Song Na
said wistfully.
"Maybe. I've been with my friends for a long time, but I often feel lonely. I don't even know how I want to live."
"Loneliness is always there. Whether rich or poor. Men and women are the same."
Andy Lau's "Forgetful Water" came from the speakers, and Sister Song suddenly stood up, took my hand, and said, "Come on, let's dance." Holding Sister Song
close, I meticulously followed the dance steps. It was my first time dancing with her, and also the first time I'd been so
close
to her. I felt I wasn't exactly a seasoned player in matters of the heart; at least, I didn't have many opportunities to be intimate with women, especially in a superior-subordinate relationship like this. My hand rested on her waist, and I felt my palms were sweaty. I was used to seeing her moving among the guests, knowing she was a skilled dancer, but today, Song Na's steps were chaotic. As we danced, her
head rested on my shoulder. Her hands moved to my waist, embracing me .
Song Na whispered in my ear about her life's frustrations and relationship troubles. Gradually, I felt my shoulder dampen. I reached out and touched her
face, wiping away her tears. I held her tighter and continued dancing. This seemingly sophisticated and worldly woman, her heart was so... Loneliness.
The moment the music stopped, Song Na suddenly kissed me, so suddenly, without any warning. But I responded naturally.
She put her arm around me and we walked away, I backing away until we reached the sofa. The door to the dance hall was locked from the inside by Song Na before we drank; at that moment, I
felt that tonight was unusual. But everything happened too fast. The lighting was too dim; I couldn't see the expression on her face, I was just
exploring her body for what I wanted at that moment.
Song Na's hand went inside my clothes, stroking my back and the back of my neck. Her lips were wet, her tongue wandering in my mouth,
intertwining . With her other hand, she unbuckled my belt and put her hand inside my pants, then I heard her whisper in my ear, "Wow, so big,
isn't your skill amazing?" "I haven't been with many women..." I mumbled, my hand already touching her breasts. Under my caresses, her
nipples hardened. Although her breasts were still soft, they were quite full. Song Na was wearing a suit. I used my hand to pull down her
panties , placing my fingers on her genitals and gently, slowly teasing her... Her moans were satisfied, pleasant and stimulating.
When the time was right, I entered her naturally. It felt easy, without resistance or tightness. A few minutes later, Song Na adjusted her position
, caressing me during intercourse. What excited me most was her moans. I tried hard to control myself, releasing only when she was in pleasure. I watched
her turn and embrace me, resting her head on my chest. In the flickering light, I saw the satisfaction on her face.
"Women need men, just as men need women; it's a release of desire," Song Na told me. "A capable man's lower body
can satisfy a woman's needs, and at the same time, make himself happy. This happiness is mutual, but it doesn't involve love or lack thereof." "
I listened quietly, and for the first time I realized that women also enjoy sex. They get what they want from men.
'Yes, I understand. This kind of sex is just about mutual need and enjoyment,' I said.
'Yes, when such a relationship affects family and feelings, men and women have to face responsibilities, so there will be choices, and choices come with consequences,
' Song Na said, looking at the swaying lights.
'If you have a family, does that mean you can never have any extramarital affairs for the rest of your life? Won't having one cause a rift in the family?' I
asked, a little confused.
'Of course not. Sexual attraction and sexual harmony are beautiful; it depends on how you handle them. You're so smart, you must know that.'" "Song Na smiled and
touched my face.
Life went on as usual. Song Na seemed to have forgotten the things she'd said and done that night. But I often
watched her bustling about more intently than before, watching her move among those men. Occasionally, before the end of the workday, when all the employees had left, she would kiss my cheek and say, 'You're not young anymore
, you should find a job that suits your development. Staying here isn't a lifelong commitment.' Actually, I was already tired of seeing that glitz and glamour every day.
Here, I'd come to a deeper understanding of the importance of money for men. "
After working as a sound engineer in a dance hall for half a year, I partnered with a few friends to become an agent for a brand of food. The factory rented by the company was far from the city center, and I
devoted all my energy to this business.
Men need a career, and in the process of working hard, they can forget many things, including their desire for women. Two or three years
passed by in . I felt that I had long lost my passion, and my feelings for love and romance were the same as when I was twenty.
When I saw different women, it was just a physiological reaction, and emotionally, I had become lazy and numb.
But I have to admit that it is a miracle for a man who is almost thirty to still have passion and the courage to love after nine years of dating. And I
am the one who has this miracle, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse. Lu Yanran, she made me realize that sex can be so tempting and attractive.
Even if it is as short as a fleeting flower, it can be remembered for a long time...

(9)
Too much satisfaction and too little satisfaction are both emptiness.
Emptiness breeds desire, and behind desire is endless loss. The summer of 2003 seemed exceptionally long for
Han Shui

. My factory was temporarily closed for various reasons. With nothing to do, I'd
drink . I met Yanran in the autumn. She was a darling of the internet, lively and cheerful, with many online friends. Long Fei called Yanran a "bro,
" and we'd supposedly met in person two years prior. I once asked Long Fei, and he replied, "Generous, cheerful, and a good drinker." Curious, I asked, "Is she pretty?"
"Not pretty at all," Long Fei answered bluntly. Hearing that, I felt a pang of regret for that name; perhaps that's just how the internet is.
"Lin Feng, come drinking with me tonight, Yanran too," Long Fei shouted into the phone.
"Not today, I have a fever, I'm too weak, tomorrow," I said weakly into the phone.
"We'll drink again tomorrow, call me at noon," Long Fei said.
"Okay, what time? Where?"
After hanging up with Long Fei, I imagined the woman I'd never met, filled with curiosity.

Before drinking, a few of us went to the arcade. Around 3 PM, Yanran arrived, wearing a light green top, like a babydoll dress, jeans, and
her hair pulled back. It was quite a surprise to see someone almost thirty dressed so youthfully. She wasn't pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. Slender and delicate. Yes,
that's it. Because she was so different from what I had imagined, I observed her closely during dinner. She drank heartily and had a good sense
of humor coy type, so the atmosphere at the dinner was great.
Near the end, Li Ping called several times, asking where I was. Unable to refuse, I told her where we were eating. Honestly, I
'm most annoyed when my wife is around while I'm drinking. Even though she doesn't say anything, her gaze makes me uncomfortable. After Li Ping arrived, we chatted for a while and then parted ways. It was a
late August evening, raining heavily. I stood in a corner near the restaurant entrance, head down, taking several deep drags on my cigarette. When Li Ping heard me say that I should take
Yanran , her face immediately fell, so I didn't say anything more. Yanran drank seven liang (350ml) of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and insisted on taking a taxi herself. The rain continued to fall, and the blue
taxi gradually disappeared into the distance.
In the following days, I met Yanran online and asked for her contact information. One weekend night, after drinking, I was very bored, so I went online and found
that Yanran was there too. Suddenly, I remembered the first time I drank with her, her bright eyes and her slightly upturned chin.
In the days that followed, I used various methods to contact Yanran and increasingly felt that she was a clever little woman. Li Ping went back to her hometown for the weekend, and I asked Yanran
to drink with me.
"Come with me to work tonight? The factory is too far away, there's no internet cafe, and it's so boring without anyone to talk to," I asked tentatively.
"No, I'll go to my house to sleep after dinner," Yanran looked at me slyly.
"If you really don't go, I'll kidnap you," I said with a chuckle.
"You've got some nerve, acting like this when your wife isn't home?" Yanran mocked me knowingly.
"Ahem... Girl, the way you talk about me, it's like I could eat you alive. Are you afraid of me?" I love calling Yanran "girl," it feels
so affectionate .
"Afraid of you? Not at all!" Yanran raised her glass and clinked it against mine, her words carrying a double meaning.
"I don't believe in love, just as love doesn't believe in me; but I believe in feelings, and only those with feelings can become friends." Yanran gazed at
her glass , speaking softly.
After dinner, around eight o'clock, we went for a walk on the beach. Holding Yanran's hand, I felt how cold and small it was. I felt an overwhelming urge
to protect her. Back in the factory's duty room, Yanran looked around and said, "You've had it tough."
Yes, the duty room was a kang (heated brick bed), with a single Simmons mattress on it. A desk, a telephone. Nothing else.
"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the kang, but you have to give me one pillow, and you need to share half of the blanket with me," I said with a smile.
Yanran was fully clothed and covered with the blanket. We lay side by side, and I pulled the blanket up to cover myself.
I said, "Girl, why are you so quiet all of a sudden? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, or you could say a lot."
"That's not like you. You look so nervous."
"Really? I seem cheerful and carefree on the surface, but deep down, I'm stubborn."
"How so?"
"When it comes to things that don't belong to me, it's hard to choose, and I'm conflicted."
I listened quietly, watching... The faint sorrow in her eyes and brows stirred up endless pity in my heart. I couldn't help but gently hug her under the covers.
Yanran tilted her head and looked at me, then said nothing, resting her head on my arm. I kissed her forehead and said, "Go to sleep."
Yanran nodded, turned her back, and leaned against the wall to sleep alone. My mind was a mess. I lit a cigarette and slowly inhaled. Thinking about the days
I'd known , when the cigarette butt burned my hand, I gasped. Yanran turned around and asked me what was wrong. I knew she wasn't asleep either. When she asked
me, I hugged her tightly, not wanting to say anything. Yanran moved closer, and I climbed onto the mattress, kissing her eyes and cheeks. Yanran
sensed my boldness and started struggling to break free. I held her firmly and began to remove her clothes. We tore and struggled, finally managing
to pull off her jeans. She got really angry and turned away forcefully. I held her, motionless.
"Just let me hold you, even if we don't do anything. I'm not like what you think, I just can't control my emotions," I said, a little
frustrated .
"Sigh... do men only want a woman's body?"
"I... really, it's not what you think. Haven't you felt how good I've been to you these past few days?" I felt helpless.
Yanran turned her head and looked at me intently. We both fell silent, gently kissing each other. My hands traced her shoulders, back, and
waist… Yanran held me tightly, and my hands touched her private parts. Through her thin panties, they were damp. I could no longer control myself;
my inner desire overwhelmed everything. I entered her easily, and she trembled slightly. I could feel her need, her need for me, which made me feel incredibly satisfied.
Afterward, her expression was a little shy, but mostly one of bliss. I held her, chatting about topics we both enjoyed. Yanran's fingers gently stroked
my back, a comfortable and gentle feeling spreading through my body. This caress rekindled my desire…

Yanran's moist lips kissed my eyes, ears, and neck. Her petite body, like a mermaid, lay prostrate on mine. This
caress intoxicated me, both physically and mentally. Looking up at her flowing black hair, her dreamy eyes… her rhythmic movements filled me with excitement and arousal.
In the early morning, Yanran lay peacefully and sweetly in my arms. I gently kissed her earlobe, and she murmured softly as if in a dream,
a restless feeling washing over me again…

As I washed my face, I asked myself, am I really almost thirty? Why do I feel more impulsive than when I was twenty, and with such
intense ? Thinking of the satisfaction on Yanran's face, I felt suddenly much younger.

Men need sex, but they also need women who know how to reciprocate. After all these years, I've finally found such a woman—Lu Yanran. Just thinking of her
name brings back memories of every moment we've spent together; the feeling can be summed up in two words—wonderful.

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