Loneliness

"I'm not hitting the cannon, I'm hitting loneliness."

I remember that's what you said to me that day. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking, and I was combing my long hair.

We met half a year ago and had a great time chatting. We were both adults, and we didn't shy away from discussing all sorts of topics.

I knew you had a girlfriend you'd been dating for years, and you knew I had a boyfriend I was about to marry.

But we both still had that demon called loneliness inside us.

It happened like this: because I was busy with work, my boyfriend had been neglecting me for a while. One

night, we were talking about our past achievements, and you suddenly asked me if I'd ever cheated.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I shared my secret with you, and, not to be outdone, I wanted you to share too.

Suddenly, you blurted out, "How about we make love?"

Me:........Are you serious?

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"I think...it's an illness, an illness where the mind and spirit can't connect."

Even though I love my current partner, my body unconsciously wanders elsewhere.

{Yes, an inner loneliness.}

After you finished smoking, you got up and approached me at the dressing table. The strong smell of tobacco assaulted my lips.

"Mmm...it feels good." Your neatly combed hair came loose again, its scent overwhelming your senses.

We disregarded our past identities, finding solace only in each other's bodies, each taking what we needed.

{What a bad girl, you're wet again, so thirsty?}

"Mmm...I want it again." My arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and I leaned against the edge of the bed.

{Your skin is so white, you really know how to tease.}

His strong hands caressed my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples with his index finger, making me unbearably itchy.

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{Hey, can I have a picture? Last time I said I wanted to make love to you, but you didn't give me a straight answer.}

"Hahaha, are you serious?"

Yeah, I didn't reply to him that day. I just felt... that moral line was still a little short,

but we quietly started to escalate to the level of shamefulness of exchanging photos

{send me a seductive photo to tempt me}.

I chose an angle and sent him a photo. He told me the photo made him furious.

I was intoxicated by this pointless joy and even asked him to exchange photos of his erection.

But I didn't realize that in this back and forth, we were falling deeper and deeper into the traps we had dug for each other, ready to jump in and sink together.

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"Oh... um... it's really itchy, it's so wet down there, I really want your cock inside."

{Where is it wet??}

"My... hole..."

{And then?}

"My hole... wants to be penetrated, it's so wet, it's so itchy... so itchy, I want your cock... help my hole stop the itch, please."

{Come and suck me, if my cock feels good, my hole will feel good}

"Um... um... kiss... kiss... does it feel good to lick my glans like this? Can you suck deeper?? Um umm"

"It's too deep... ugh..."

{Ah...ah...so good, just a little longer, just a little longer, ah...so good, I'll fuck you to death in a bit.}

"The water's flowing out...flowing out...waiting for you to fuck me..."

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"Damn. It hurts so much, it's been so long since I've had sex."

{Let me help you relieve it.} You sent me a picture of your hard erection.

{I'm about to explode, how can you bear to let me get hard and soft every day, I really want to fuck you to death with my penis.}

Due to unbearable lust, I didn't back down and sent you a few pictures that were getting more and more explicit

. {I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck you right now, I want to pin you against the wall and force myself inside, and then %%%%%%}

"Okay...come on..." Me... You've loosened your grip

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{fuck....How come it's still so tight after so many times?}

Your hard penis is already fully inserted into my vagina, fitting tightly.

We frantically enjoy every inch of each other's skin, every breath,

because we both know that after each pleasure, we will return to our original positions,

living our ordinary lives, living happy and ordinary days with our lovers.

{I'm going to cum...ah....ah.......}

Full of white fluids splattered on my body, neck, and face

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Everyone in the city has a kind of loneliness in their heart.

We greedily explain this unreasonable behavior, giving it a reasonable name, let's call it loneliness disease.

Each is happy, each gets what they need.

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