The Secret of Blue Silk

Blue Silk's Secret

? I've known Blue Silk for a long time, and she's only been passionate once. It wasn't until I learned her secret that I finally understood her. The first and

only passionate was after I had been pursuing her for a long time. It wasn't that I couldn't win her over; we were already very intimate and often kissed. She even didn't reject my hands

, but when I asked for the most important step, she always said she wasn't interested. That time, it wasn't me who asked. That time, I was bedridden

. I wasn't actually sick; I had slipped and twisted my heel while walking, and my foot was wrapped in a thick bandage. I couldn't go out and could only rest in

bed . She came to my house to take care of me. She went to get me some fruit, and I moved my foot to where she had been sitting. She stepped back and sat down on

my injured foot. I cried out in pain, and she immediately hugged me, kissed me, and comforted me. I was in so much pain that tears streamed down my face, but her

care for me made it all worthwhile.

The pain was only temporary, and it gradually subsided. But she continued kissing me. Only then did I realize she had

unbuttoned . She was kissing my chest, gently kissing, gently licking. The sensation of my nipples being touched was so intense it gave me an immediate reaction. I wanted to ask

what she was doing, but I didn't speak. I was afraid she would stop if I did. Then her hand reached down, finding my strong reaction. She looked up at me, smiled,

and asked , "Is it comfortable?" I nodded. She continued, her hand on one side and her mouth on the other. Before this, I wasn't sure

if she had experience in these things, because she always changed the subject when I brought it up. I tended to guess she hadn't, but now I knew she

had.

So I didn't hold back, placing my hands on her body. She made me hotter, and I made her hotter. Her expression changed too, an

expression I had never seen before, a very passionate expression. She seemed like a different person. Then she suddenly pushed my hand away and stood up by the bed.

By this time , she had even removed my pajama bottoms, and I felt a little awkward as soon as she left. But my awkwardness quickly subsided, because she began to

take off her clothes, a strange expression on her face. She had never been so bold before; it surprised me. She calmly and slowly undressed,

completely removing herself. It was the first time I had ever seen her naked. She was a petite woman, weighing only 43 kilograms, yet she appeared

unexpectedly voluptuous. Perhaps because of her slender waist, I didn't perceive her fullness when she was clothed—full, voluptuous, and abundant. She tossed the last piece of clothing

on the ground, licked her lips, and asked, "Do you want it?" I hurriedly replied, "Yes! Yes!" But at the same time, I didn't know how to do it, because I was clumsy

.

She showed me how; she climbed on top of me, like a jockey mounting a saddle. That's it, I didn't have to move. I knew there was such a method

, but I wasn't sure she knew it, and I didn't dare suggest it. Now I knew she did. The secret was that she used her hands to guide me; once she guided me correctly, it was easy

. As soon as she sat down, she succeeded, and we both exclaimed "Ah!" at the same time. So slippery, yet so tight.

One of my legs couldn't exert any force; it hurt whenever I tried. Without that leg supporting me on the bed, I simply couldn't perform the movements.

Therefore , at this point, she did almost all the movements; I could only use my hands, and even that was very difficult without the support of my legs. But she

was very energetic and kept going. As far as I knew, this method was just a posture, and if she were to do all the movements alone, she couldn't sustain it

for long. Therefore, she had to stop several times, panting, but she quickly continued. Finally, a wave of lightness washed over me, and

my passion couldn't be contained. She could feel it too, and she trembled and softened, collapsing down, motionless, just panting. I hugged her; her

body was so light, and it felt so comfortable against me. Finally, my languid feeling subsided, and I whispered in her ear, "This was wonderful! We should do

this !" She shyly got up. She got out of bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and went to the bathroom to shower.

When she returned, she was dressed again and brought a damp towel to clean me. I wasn't entirely satisfied; I wished she wouldn't dress so soon and

could stay with me a little longer. Anyway, no family members would ever barge into my room. I have very few family members, and they know Lan Si and I are a couple;

they always avoid coming in when Lan Si is around. After quickly cleaning me, she pulled up my pajamas and went out again.

When she reappeared, she was only at the door. She said, "I have to go!"

I said, "Stay with me a little longer!"

She said, "It's getting late; you should go to sleep. I'll come again tomorrow night." Without giving me a chance to object, she left. I was afraid she wouldn't

come back, but she did the next night. She didn't mention it again, and I didn't bring it up. Because I couldn't suggest doing it again—it wasn't a

good approach—I preferred to wait until my foot was fully healed before resuming. A while later, I was fully recovered. That evening, I drove her out for a drive and

had dinner at a hotel in the suburbs. I felt the excitement of regaining my freedom.

I parked the car on the beach opposite the hotel and brought up that night. She shook her head: "Don't mention it! I just lost my mind that night

!"

I said, "But, we can have that kind of relationship!" She gave me a strange look, which I really didn't understand.

I said, "Uh... I'm not trying to play with you! We've been talking about marriage! But if you think this should wait until after the

wedding ...

" She smiled, "If you want to do it, then let's do it. Why talk so much? I didn't say I wouldn't!"

I was happy and said, "Where?"

She said, "Wherever you like, but not in the car."

I said, "Let's go to a hotel! We'll do it properly in a nice place!" We

rented a room at the hotel. I had high expectations because we were so passionate in that kind of environment last time, and this time

the environment was so nice, it would definitely be even better. But things didn't go as I expected.

After entering the room, I hugged and kissed her, but she just let me do as I pleased, neither taking the initiative nor being passionate. I thought she was just pretending,

but I used many of the flirting techniques I knew, and I thought I knew quite a few, but she still didn't get aroused. Just as I was wondering what technique to use next

, she suddenly said, "Why don't we take a shower first?" That was fine, so we each took a shower. Afterwards, we were in bed, and the real contact

began, but she still wasn't hot. She was still dry; I remembered last time she was very wet, almost dripping wet.

I said, "What's wrong? Did I not make you feel good?"

She said, "No, why aren't you coming?" I came, and she closed her eyes to receive it.

She was indeed different from last time. That dryness made it difficult for me to succeed. Last time it was so smooth, but because it wasn't nearly as dry as it was now, she

frowned and moaned softly with the slightest pressure, though she didn't push me away. I continued trying, and little by little, I finally succeeded. The dryness made me feel tighter than last time

. However, after succeeding, it wasn't so dry anymore; this stimulation naturally brought out a natural lubrication. This made my movements smoother,

but it never had the same passion as last time. She showed strong signs; she would grip my back tightly, her breathing quickened, but it wasn't as intense. Prolonging

the time didn't seem to help much. Finally, I finished too; I couldn't continue. This always had to end.

After , she didn't jump up and go to the bathroom like last time; she stayed with me to rest. Later, she turned on the TV, and we talked.

We spent several hours like this. After that, she didn't object to my requests and always gave in. I couldn't help but ask her why there was such a big

difference? She was unwilling to speak, as if she herself didn't understand and couldn't articulate it. After a period of silence, she said, "People aren't the same every day!

" Perhaps it was true; I wasn't the same every day either. Perhaps that day just happened to be a time when her emotions were at their peak, and I longed to encounter that

moment of peak emotion again. Later, I discovered her secret. That time we stayed at a hotel. We usually met at my place, but sometimes

we rented rooms. This time we stayed at a hotel because we were going on a two-day trip to Penghu. Since we were going to spend the whole night at the hotel, we weren't in a hurry. Anyway, I

already knew that being passionate from the start wouldn't work. We lay on the bed watching TV. I took off my shirt, and because I was quite full, I

also took off my belt to avoid discomfort from the tightness around my stomach.

She took the belt and said, "Let me hang it up for you!" But instead of hanging it up immediately, she swung it around like a whip.

I laughed, "You seem like a whip master!"

She said, "I am a whip master, I'm going to whip you!"

I laughed, "Go ahead and whip me!"

She said, "I want you to take off your clothes and whip me hard."

I said, "If you have the heart to whip me, then you can."

At that moment, her face suddenly shone with a radiance she didn't usually have, yet it was very similar to the

radiance she had when she sat on me on the bed that time.

My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Alright, let's see if you can bear it?"

I took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear. Her face shone even brighter. She knelt beside me, the belt draped over my chest, not

to whip , just to lightly tap.

I laughed, "You really can't bear it!"

She gave a second, slightly harder, and laughed again, "Does it hurt?"

I said dismissively, "Not even enough to scratch an itch!" She gave another, a little harder, and I closed my eyes and started snoring. *Slap!* Suddenly, a heavy

, burning sensation struck. I'm not one to be abused, and a surge of anger rose within me; I jumped up to punish her. She knelt there, giggling, but I found myself at a loss for words

. I couldn't very well punch or slap her; after all, she was just playing. My instinctive reaction was to grab her legs and pull her

down. I twisted her so she was lying face down. I lifted her skirt and bit her buttocks—the perfect spot, painful but not harmful. That

's why people spank children. She screamed. I regretted the bite immediately; it seemed I'd bit too hard. She lay on the bed, crying. I

hugged her and kissed her. She twisted her body, trying to push me away. I kissed the spot I'd bitten, but she didn't push me away then. So I continued kissing.

She stopped crying, began to moan softly, and then began to writhe violently—a reaction of passion. I discovered she actually enjoyed this kind of thing. She was a bit of

a sadist and a bit of a masochist. When she hit me with a belt, she got aroused. When she hurt me, she felt even more stimulated,

just like when she sat on my sore foot last time. I bit her hard, and she got highly aroused again. Although she cried from the pain, my kisses seemed to make up for it and also pleased her. I

felt I could use this. Now that I had discovered her secret, I knew what to do. I'd try something new.

I often joked with her, saying, "Why don't you bite me here too? That'll balance things out!"

"No…no!"

She squirmed, pleading, while simultaneously bringing her other buttock towards my mouth. I bit her there too, but not as hard

as . The previous bite was an impulsive reaction because of the pain, but now I had a plan and knew what my purpose was. She

pleaded again, writhing more violently, and moved closer. I continued to bite, a bite here, a bite there. I knew that light biting this area was very effective,

a typical flirting technique, but I hadn't had a chance to use it. Now I could fully utilize it. She was like a fish out of water, leaping and struggling

. Then she rolled over and lay on her back. I expected her to be proactive again, like last time, but she wasn't. She was very aroused, yet

remained passive. She just opened her mouth wide, waiting for me to continue.

I said, "Let me take it off for you!" and kissed her again, this time on the inside of her thighs. This was a very sensitive area, and she became even more

frantic, trembling and bouncing. I started to remove her skirt, and then the rest.

I noticed that a large patch of her semi-transparent pants was wet. I also saw the wet sheen. This was the first time she had acted like this since the first time.

When she responded to my kisses elsewhere, she was still passive, her eyes closed, proactive without being proactive. I held her and kissed her face and neck. Her hands began

to tug at my clothes; since she was naked, she demanded I be naked too. I quickly removed my own clothes. Though she lay there with her eyes closed

, she reached out, eagerly touching me; in fact, she was already captivated. When I held her again, she eagerly pulled me onto her. She

helped me into position, and this time, we didn't need to shower. Being so wet made it easy, and her reaction was as intense as the first time

. Yet, she remained passive. I couldn't believe she was like this. However, her intense reaction greatly enhanced my enjoyment; before,

it had been so bland and boring. I could clearly bring her to climax and clearly feel her return.

Then, after a long time, I finished, and it was a very satisfying ending! It had been a long time since I'd had such a satisfying ending. This was

her secret: she was both a sadist and a masochist. When she sat on my sore feet, it was sadism; when she hit me with a belt, it was sadism.

Seeing sadism excited her.

When I treat her the other way around, it's like being masochistic, but it also excites her, perhaps even to a higher level. She's quite psychologically aggressive.

After we rested for a while,

I said, "Why are you so interested today?"

She still said, "People are different every day!"

I said, "Is this time different from before?"

She said, "It is different from before, people are different every day!" When she said this, it didn't seem like she was avoiding the truth; it seemed like she

herself didn't know what had happened. I didn't emphasize it anymore. Maybe there were benefits to her not knowing; I just wanted to give her more opportunities like this in the future.

Perhaps doing this deliberately wouldn't be as fun, so we talked about other things.

We got along very well. Even though that thing was mundane, I loved her. Of course, excitement was better; people always want the most. The next

time was at my house. I deliberately did what I always did, and she didn't ask for anything special. Therefore, it was just as

mundane as before. It seemed that excitement could excite her, but she didn't demand that kind of excitement, which was good. I wouldn't feel at ease if it was too intense. The next

time, we went to the same suburban hotel for dinner again, and she suggested renting that hotel room again.

She said, "The atmosphere was great last time!" I agreed. It seemed she was finally asking for some stimulation. I followed the same procedure as last time: we

lay in bed watching TV. I deliberately took off my belt again, but she didn't ask to use it to whip me. I said, "Don't you want to use this?"

She was engrossed in watching TV. She said, "This is for you, why would I use it? Oh, I'll hang it up for you!"

She took it and hung it in the closet, then sat back down to watch TV. I was disappointed. The stimulation I expected didn't come. I

waited for her to make her move, but she remained indifferent. Later, I kissed her, but her reaction was still as indifferent as ever. I couldn't resist anymore. Perhaps her

need for stimulation was getting stronger? I gently bit her buttocks. She didn't react like last time, seemingly unmoved, but she wasn't like this at the beginning last time

. Suddenly, I bit her hard, and she screamed, bouncing me away like a spring.

She glared at me and yelled, "What are you doing?" Her reaction was completely unexpected, which disappointed me, so I decided to try something more intense

.

I said, "Why are you being so fierce?" I spoke harshly.

She said, "You can't treat me like this."

I said, "I can do whatever I want!" Saying that, I pinched her thigh hard. She froze for a moment, then burst into tears, limping

into the bathroom, closing the door, still crying. I sensed something was wrong and quickly tried to follow her in, but the bathroom door was locked. I begged her to open the door, but she ignored me

, just kept crying. I had to explain to her why I did it, but she still wouldn't listen. It seemed I had gotten myself into trouble, so I had to plead. After a long, long time

, she finally came out, but with a stern face.

She said, "I'm leaving!" I had no choice but to accompany her and take her home. We didn't speak the whole way. I had already explained to her,

said everything I could say, and it seemed there was nothing more to say. I could only wait for her to calm down. But she ignored me the whole time, and the next day she wouldn't answer my

calls either. I promised I wouldn't do that to her again, and it wasn't entirely my fault, just a misunderstanding. What more could I ask for? Her behavior was strange

too .

But she ignored me for two weeks straight, and I started to worry. That night, I drove to her company to pick her up. She had to work overtime and didn't get off until dark. My

car was already waiting at the door, but as soon as she saw my car, she ran away. I had to chase after her, calling out to her and begging her for a

chance , but she just ignored me. Then it started raining, and she walked even further away. I got out of the car to chase after her, but she had already moved away from the roadside. We were both soaking wet, but she

still wouldn't get in the car. Suddenly, the whole sky was illuminated by lightning, and there was a deafening clap of thunder. She screamed and collapsed into my arms. I helped

her into the car, where she curled up and trembled.

I said, "Shall we find a place to change?" She nodded. I drove to a motel where cars could drive in. We went into

the room, and I said, "Let me take off your wet clothes!" She nodded and let me take them off. When I was halfway done, she reached out and helped me take mine off, her hand also

caressing my chest. That peculiar look in her eyes reappeared. Our clothes flew off, and we collapsed onto the bed. It didn't matter that we were wet; it was like we

had just rolling around on the bed. We were incredibly hot, and this time she was genuinely hot, and she took the initiative

.

It was like the first time, when I was lying in bed with a sprained foot, she wanted to be on top. She pushed me to lie back, and then she sat on top of me and took me.

This time was the most passionate. The heat made our hair dry quickly, and even after we finished, she didn't want to let go, holding me tightly. I didn't ask her why she

was like this. Perhaps that was the reason—the situation was special, something that never happened before, but happened by chance. All three times the situation that made her passionate

was happened by chance. The one I deliberately created didn't work because it didn't feel natural. And it was the same after that. Once,

we went to the casino together, and we kept losing.

Finally, she blindly bet a thousand dollars, and surprisingly, she won back all her losses, plus a large profit. She was so passionate that night.

Another time, our house was being renovated (we were already married), and it was a complete mess. When the renovation workers finally left at night, it was very quiet, so we did it on the floor. Things like that—

in short, very special and exciting experiences, things you can only hope for. But it's good this way; I know it's not dangerous, so I can relax.

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