Two-flowered flower

A man like me has long passed the stage of flirting online. It's either purely a matter of spiritual need, or it's a direct, unambiguous approach—aside from the purpose of sex, who

would expect another romance?

Life doesn't offer so many miracles; a few ripples are merely a way to keep you aroused.

At least this time last year, I still stubbornly clung to this indifferent worldview. Last July, I met Wawa. She was 23, a first-year graduate student in Public Administration at Nanjing University, recently broken up with her boyfriend, and was killing time online when we met by chance in a record-sharing QQ group. Because of our shared love of classical music, we chatted happily. I liked her very much; she was incredibly intelligent and had a great sense of humor. I

was certain that Wawa also had feelings for me. For a 29-year-old man, putting on a show in front of girls is commonplace, especially with girls still in the ivory tower. It doesn't take much effort to make her believe you possess most of the qualities she desires. Gradually, I started flirting with her, saying sweet nothings, but she insisted on not meeting me, striving to "make the heart grow fonder." Though itching to try, I remained patient—educated women always have more tricks up their sleeves than young girls, and besides, chatting with her was quite enjoyable.

I didn't ask much about her past, and she didn't want to talk about it either; I guessed that person must have been her first love and her first time, and when she occasionally mentioned it, it only brought up sadness.

October was approaching, and I still hadn't found a chance to seduce her. Feeling incredibly regretful, I decided to start searching for new prey. I've always lost interest in women who haven't slept with me for three months. However, the turning point came on the very night I decided to change my mind. She suddenly messaged me, asking me to meet her in a hotel room, and left her phone number. Keep in mind, before, we'd only exchanged photos; we'd never even spoken on the phone. I could sense her intense emotions, but then I thought, why not help her? It's a win-win situation, so why not?

Okay, let's get straight to the point, who's afraid of who? I booked a room at the Central Hotel and texted her the room number. I took a shower while waiting for her. She called while I was brushing my teeth, saying she had arrived but asked me to turn off all the lights, asking me to be understanding of her awkwardness. I chuckled inwardly. You see, turning on the lights is my routine in bed. Not only do I turn them on, but I turn them all on, the brighter and clearer the better. I believe most men have this habit. But haste makes waste, so I turned off all the lights as agreed and left the door ajar.

A minute later, a long-haired woman walked in hesitantly and gently locked the door behind her. She was about 165cm tall and very thin, just like in the photo, but I couldn't see her face clearly. Her delicate features in the photo were hidden in her flowing hair.

We stood facing each other like that, our eyes searching for each other in the darkness. "Let's take a shower," I said, extending my hand to her. She sighed softly and slowly took my hand.

I value a woman's hands highly, especially those with slender, bony fingers. If the fingers are short, thick, hard, and rough, I'd be impotent. Doll happened to be the former. I gently held her hands, caressed them, and slowly pulled her into my arms.

Her body stiffened. I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzled my chin against her ear, and said softly and deeply, "I've missed you for so long."

I began to undress her. She was dressed simply, in a t-shirt and jeans, without a lace bra or panties. She gripped my arm tightly, seemingly very nervous, but I knew it was nothing new to her.

Then I carried her into the bathroom and helped her bathe. I first fumbled to wash her hair, and just as I was about to apply shower gel, she suddenly clutched her chest and began to sob. "What happened?" I cupped her face in my hands.

"Nothing," she gradually calmed down, "I was just nervous."

It was the first time I'd clearly heard her voice; it was beautiful, clear and not harsh, cool and beautiful without being empty. Looking at her slender shoulders, I couldn't help but feel tenderness. I lowered my head and kissed her cheek: "Don't be nervous, relax, baby, I'm going to give you a beautiful night."

Following her earlobe and neck, I held her tightly, kissing her passionately all the way. When I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she was already slightly breathless, but she refused me, "I don't like kissing." Okay, whatever. I used my right hand, still covered in shower gel, to gently hold and play with her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, probably a B cup, but full and firm. I used both hands, sometimes stroking the lower edge of her breasts, sometimes flicking her nipples like playing the piano, slowly spreading the shower gel all over her body. My fingers "accidentally" brushed against her pubic hair a few times, causing her to tremble. I kissed her beautiful skin while bathing her. Finally, her body softened, so I placed my hand between her legs, parted them, and gently kneaded her labia and clitoris with the slickness of the shower gel. "Ah..." she breathed a sigh of relief. I sucked on her earlobe, using both hands and mouth, trying to break her willpower in a short time.

When it was almost time, I washed her clean, wrapped her in a towel, carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and continued to taste her small, hard nipples, then kissed my way down from her navel. My hot tongue parted her labia, gently and slowly attacking her clitoris. "Ah—" Her body convulsed as if electrocuted. Hehe, very sensitive, probably because she hasn't served her boyfriend in a long time.

Confident in my oral skills, I teased and teased her until she was panting heavily, her tender clitoris swelling quietly, and her vagina overflowing with fluid. I licked from her clitoris to her perineum with the tip of my tongue, tasting the clear, sweet spring seeping from her honeyed cave, occasionally probing inside with the tip of my tongue. Although she didn't say a word, I could tell from her panting and the way she gripped my hair tightly that she was suppressing her desire. I thought to myself: Is she saving her energy for when we're thrusting in? Well then, let's do it.

My penis had been erect for a while, the glans smooth and wet, throbbing, just waiting to enter. I knelt between her legs, rubbing my glans against her labia. I lifted her legs, ready to thrust in, when she suddenly seemed to wake up, saying, "Wait!" I had to patiently ask, "What's wrong? Isn't it your safe period?" "No... I took the pill..." For some reason, she seemed a little downcast, then, as if having made a great decision, she said, "It's nothing, come on."

So I lifted her legs again, rubbing my penis against her labia a couple of times, coating it with some vaginal fluid, then aimed at her opening, thrusting in. "Ah—it hurts—!" Her whole body tensed instantly.

I only felt my glans pierce through a barrier, then encounter a strong vaginal contraction, and with her body shrank, it slipped out. I touched my glans, smelled it, a faint smell of blood. Damn, she's still a virgin?!

"What happened, doll? You've never been with anyone else?" I was both surprised and delighted.

"No...no penetration...be gentle..." she said through trembling teeth.

To think she'd encountered something like this, a virgin. No wonder it hurt so much. My penis is rather thick, 4cm in diameter, and the glans even more. Even with care, tearing is inevitable when penetrating a virgin, let alone with my brazen thrust. I need to be careful from now on, making sure she experiences the wonder of sex on her first time!

I resumed oral sex, licking every part of her genitals with extra gentleness, including the cleft between her labia majora and minora, occasionally teasing her with the tip of my tongue. She moaned softly, her vagina overflowing with fluids that soaked her anus and flowed onto the bed.

I placed a pillow under her waist and said, "This will make it less painful." Then I lifted her legs again, spreading them apart, and rubbed my wet glans against her molten, burning crevice.

Clearly, she was overcome with desire; her hips swayed slightly, yearning yet unsure how to reciprocate. Her youthful innocence filled me with tenderness. "Baby, let me be your first man!" I grasped her arms, pinning her legs down, and aimed at that opening, closing, dark paradise. With a soft "thud," I pierced her hymen, penetrating halfway inside. "It hurts—! Ah—!" She convulsed, clutching my arm, tears streaming down her face. I immediately bent down and embraced her tightly.

I don't know why, even though I've deflowered her more than once or twice, this time she stirred my heart. Was it because of her mysterious offering tonight? Or was it because of my long-held admiration for her intelligence? I've seen many intelligent women, I like them, but I always keep my distance. Their intelligence doesn't inspire closeness; it's more like familiarity without intimacy.

But with her, my penis was only halfway inside her, yet I felt it had already penetrated her heart—a heartbreakingly beautiful feeling.

"I'm going to continue,"

she nodded tearfully, "...Will you love me?...When I'm with you, will you only love me?"

I was speechless. Normally, I would have been quick-witted, bombarding her with sweet words. But now, facing her, I was speechless. Love...is there still love? After all, I've become accustomed to a dissolute life, seen too many joys and sorrows, and all good things must come to an end. In this era where it's almost impossible to find a place to call home, how dare I speak of love?

In the darkness, I sensed her, and faced with my silence, she gave a bitter smile. "Come on, fuck me, maybe you'll really fall in love with me."

Without further ado, a surge of pent-up desire coursed through my veins and rushed down to my genitals. I twitched my throbbing penis a few times inside her vagina before thrusting it in all the way. "Ah..." she gasped, the head of my penis already touching her cervix. I slowly pulled out, leaving only the head inside, then thrust in again with tremendous force. After a hundred or so thrusts, her vagina seemed to fully awaken, its walls tightly gripping my penis, the friction against my throbbing erection electrifying my desire to conquer her.

The pain subsided, and her moans grew louder. I waited until her legs were completely relaxed, then began to slowly and carefully explore her vagina, six shallow thrusts followed by three deep ones. Her vagina was wet and slippery, tight and taut, each thrust making a sound like pulling a rubber boot through mud.

"You... are so thick... I'm so swollen down there..." she murmured softly.

"Is it comfortable?"

"It's a strange feeling..."

It seems we're getting into the swing of things, so I gradually increased the force, my penis thrusting steadily and firmly into her vagina, my scrotum slapping against her perineum, mingling with her vaginal fluids, making a slapping sound. She kept arching her back to meet my thrusts, and I knew she was experiencing pleasure. It's just a pity that everything was blurry in the darkness. Oh well, it's been a long time since I've felt this romantic, like going back to my childhood when I first experienced sex. Back then, I wasn't nearly as bold as I am now, and every ejaculation I remember was hidden in the darkness.

"Do you like it?" I asked her breathlessly, releasing my hands to grasp her breasts.

"I like it..."

"Say it! Husband, I want you!"

"Husband... I want you..." She turned her face away shyly, but the deepest desire in her body had been ignited. How could the desire to be possessed be stopped? I lowered my head and suckled at her two erect, red nipples, teasing her breasts with my fingertips as I continued my medium-speed thrusting. At first, she only murmured in response to my lewd words, but later she began to call out in unison,

"Husband!...Husband!...Don't stop!...Ah—don't stop!... "

My passion burned fiercely! My penis swelled even more under the tight embrace of her wet, warm flesh. It felt as if an extremely thin wire was being pulled out from the glans and urethral opening, running from the penis and lower back to the back of the head. With each grinding against her clitoris, a current of electricity surged upwards along the wire, sparking. Her vagina was tight and resilient, yet it seemed to attract with endless suppleness, warm and irresistible.

Women are not like men; their sex is always related to love, isn't it? Accepting a man's strength deep within their bodies, offering their deepest affections to be unrepentantly possessed, simply to express love.

Although I was unaware at the time that her love wasn't for me.

Another spark flashed on the wire; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I grabbed her hips and began frantically thrusting. My penis throbbed like thunder, roaring as it pounded against her cervix. Her vulva opened slightly, sucking at the glans with each thrust.

"I'm coming!"

"Ah! Hah... Don't stop! Come on! Come on! I want you—ah..."

After dozens of violent thrusts, my movements abruptly stopped. My throbbing penis plunged all the way in, the glans pressing firmly against her vulva, pushing out gushes of hot, thick semen, shooting straight into her uterus...

"Ah—!" Drowning in my scalding semen, she gasped, gasping for breath, clutching the sheets tightly. Her uterus and vagina contracted violently, reaching their climax with me. I felt my soul leap out of my head; except for my penis, my whole body felt limp, floating on clouds—it felt so good, indescribable.

After a while, I came to my senses and gently but passionately embraced her from behind. In the midst of our physical encounter, for no apparent reason, I had developed feelings for her.

She stroked my arm and softly asked, "Will you fall in love with me?"

"I'm willing to try." I rubbed my limp penis between her thighs, her juices mingling with my semen, trickling down her cleft, the air thick with the subtle scent of hormones.

That night, I ejaculated seven times, even though she refused to perform oral sex to help me get an erection. It had been a long time since I'd been this wild, in other words, no one had ever made me feel this way about sex. I was completely drained, and the next day I slept all day at home. For the next two weeks, we met almost every night, trying every position imaginable—on the bed, at the table, in the bathtub—but she refused to turn on the lights, refused to leave the hotel, and left before dawn. She also refused to kiss me or perform oral sex.

I still didn't know how Wawa felt about me.

She seemed to love me deeply, trying her best to satisfy me in bed, tolerating my repeated penetration of her warm womb. But I never saw her face, her expression, let alone any part of her body. Her face was always hidden in shadow, and every time I looked at that shadow, I felt it concealed tear tracks, which made me cherish her even more. After our lovemaking, I would always hold her tightly as we fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I would find she had already vanished, leaving me with a deep sense of loss.

On October 21st, she finally agreed to come to my house that evening. It was still dark, and I was able to play a Chopin piece that we both liked, and to the melodious piano music, we made love on my large bed. Afterward, I pulled her into my arms, gently stroking her cool, slightly sweaty back, and asked curiously, "Why won't you give me oral sex? You're willing to let me penetrate you from behind..." She remained silent, but I quickly understood the answer to everything—the doorbell rang, and I hurriedly pulled on my pants and ran to open the door.

You'd never guess who I saw the moment I opened the door.

I couldn't believe my eyes, thinking I was dreaming or hallucinating. Standing outside was the woman who had just been lying on my chest, Doll.

I was stunned, staring blankly at her, and she stared back at me. In the dim light of the hallway, I saw her face clearly for the first time: delicate and lovely, with large, bright black eyes, long hair, and a slender figure, like a willow swaying in the breeze. Her eyes sparkled with the grace of a refined lady from Jiangnan. I understood—this was Doll from the photograph.

Then, who was inside?

At that moment, she also put on her coat and came out. I turned my head and saw her face, which seemed incredibly familiar yet I had never seen it before. I felt dizzy, and words like time reversal and universe shifting flashed through my mind.

She looked remarkably like Wawa—thin, long hair—but slightly taller. She lacked Wawa's bright, cheerful demeanor, possessing instead a chilling, captivating beauty, her eyes filled with sorrow and indifference.

"Wawa," she spoke first to Wawa among the three, then turned to me, saying, "My name is Zhi'ou."

I was completely stunned. Wasn't Zhi'ou Wawa's ex-boyfriend?

Wawa suddenly threw herself into her arms, bursting into tears, "Why? Why?... Why did you do this? Why did you leave me all alone..."

I suddenly felt like an outsider, standing awkwardly by the door, unsure what to do. Once Wawa's crying subsided, I turned on the light and ushered them all into the bedroom.

"Okay, one of you has to tell me eventually, because I also want to know why all this happened."

It turns out that Wawa and Zhi'ou were a lesbian couple. In July, Zhi'ou asked to break up with Wawa and disappeared. Wawa thought she had found someone new and started dating me to forget her. But Zhi'ou's reason for leaving was simple: she discovered that Wawa loved children so much and wasn't a natural-born dominant (the more feminine partner in a lesbian relationship). She could have loved a man and lived a normal family life. After weighing the pros and cons, and unable to bear the inner pressure of not being able to give Wawa a complete family, Zhi'ou decided to run away alone, hoping Wawa could start over.

However, women are indeed difficult creatures to understand—Zhi'ou had Wawa's QQ password and would still frequently download her chat history after the breakup. That's how she met me and knew that Wawa had feelings for me. When faced with total loss, one can overestimate their willpower. However, when she realized that Doll might actually be with me, she ultimately despaired and decided to sleep with me before Doll and I. This served two purposes: to delay the time it took for me and Doll to fall in love, and to intensify her despair and solidify her resolve to die.

This self-destructive reason seems absurd and illogical to me, yet for the sensitive and vulnerable Zhi'ou, it became inevitable.

I can explain why she refused to perform oral sex on me; because lesbians use their mouths and fingers for sex, and for her, her mouth is only offered to the one she loves most.

Doll's situation is simpler. She dated me only to temporarily alleviate her emotions. Indeed, she wouldn't even video chat, despite having a good impression of me and no intention of changing her mind. She had been diligently searching for Zhi'ou's whereabouts until recently.

Knowing all this, I wasn't too surprised. I thought I would be angry, but I wasn't. I only felt heartache. I understood the hidden worries beneath Zhi'ou's shadow, her desperate struggle. I recalled the subtle yet heart-wrenching sorrow and pain in Huang Biyun's "She Is a Woman, I Am a Woman."

Looking at Wawa's joyful tears of finding her lover again, looking at Zhi'ou's increasingly real and affectionate face, I suddenly felt like crying too. I really did love her as I said I would. Yesterday, I was still thinking of persisting in this relationship, using my love to wipe away her heartbreaking tears. She not only gave me an extraordinary spiritual and physical baptism, but also, unintentionally, gave me hope to end my dissolute life.

"Zhi'ou..." I murmured the name, my heart filled with mixed emotions, but at this moment, I could only remain calm, because I am a man.

"Zhi'ou, don't let the person you love be sad anymore. Wawa is a good girl. What you think is good for her might be the cause of her lifelong unhappiness. She's not wrong. Is it wrong to love someone? As for whether that person is male or female, good or bad, do we have a choice? If you love, you love. You can't lose her, and she can't lose you."

I said this, but deep down I was also telling myself, I've fallen in love with someone, and she loves someone else, but do I have a choice?

"Zhi'ou..." My voice choked up a little, "Be good to yourself." I composed myself and continued, "It's late, I'm going to a friend's house to play cards. You two stay here and have a good chat. No one is allowed to cause any more trouble!" After saying that, I put on my clothes and went to the door. Zhi'ou ran over and hugged me gently like the wind, whispering in my ear, "Don't be sad...you are my only man."

Hearing these words, my nose tingled, and tears almost fell again. I kissed her forehead, gestured for her to go back, and then closed the door. How could I concentrate on playing cards? I went to Suguo convenience store and bought a dozen beers, carried them to Gulou Square, and drank them until I drifted off to sleep on a bench.

The next day, I returned home to find them both gone. The house had been cleaned and was spotless; my pajamas were neatly folded on the bedside table. "Heh, so that's how we said goodbye," I thought with a bitter smile. I opened QQ and received a message from Wawa: "Thank you." Just a few words, but that was enough. What else could I say? I should continue living the life I was already used to.

Sure enough, her profile picture didn't light up for a long time afterward. I sincerely wished them a free and happy life. My indulgence gradually subsided, and my family continued to fuss over my marriage. For the first time ever, I actively went on several blind dates.

On December 24th, Christmas Eve, I turned down all my friends' invitations and stayed home alone, working on a case. Just as I was getting overwhelmed, I ran out of wine, so I decided to go out and buy some. When I opened the door, Wawa was standing there smiling, handing me a bottle of red wine. "Here! This is for you. How thoughtful of me, right?" She was as playful as when we were chatting.

"Why are you here?" I quickly looked towards the door.

"Don't look, she's not here." She stuck out her tongue. "Disappointed?"

"A little, but it's much better now that you're here. It's Christmas Eve, haha." That was the truth; perhaps I was just indulging because of her.

"Have you been indulging yourself lately? You slut?" She came inside, taking off her coat.

I pouted, pointing to my lower body with a bitter expression, and said, "What? I haven't opened it since you left."

I opened the wine, poured two glasses, and brought them in.

She took the glass, tilted her head back, and chugged it down. She put it down, sat on my bed, and continued undressing. "Let's open this today!"

I almost spat out the wine in my mouth. "What's wrong? What's gotten into you? Where's Zhi'ou?"

"We're doing well. We're going to England together." She was down to her underwear before looking up at me with a smile. "We'll get married in England and raise our child."

"Child? What child?" I asked suspiciously. "Are you going to get artificial insemination?"

"I'll do it now!" She pounced on me, hugging me and kissing me. Our tongues immediately intertwined. I secretly tried to taste Zhi'ou's flavor on her tongue, but it had been so long since we'd made love, and my body was quickly aroused.

While we were passionately kissing, I quickly threw off my clothes, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, "Remember! Your task is insemination!" I said, dissatisfied, "I can do it, but can you?" "I'm ovulating today!"

Insemination it is! I stripped off her bra and panties, knelt between her legs, and pulled off her panties. When my erect penis sprang out, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she muttered, "So big..." "It's not that big, it's just that you haven't used anything else before," I joked with a smile. "Am I being raped? This is the first time I've tasted what it's like to be treated like a breeding machine."

Doll and her partner must have a lot of sexual interest, and usually the lesbians have a harmonious sex life. The t (dominant male role) usually doesn't let the p (partner) touch her, but is always considerate and caring towards the p, and is said to be able to bring the p to orgasm 100%. But I don't know if Doll's hymen is broken. If it isn't, she'll have to suffer a little. As we were talking, her vagina was already wet. I didn't waste any time, licked the head of my penis at the entrance a couple of times, and thrust it in.

As soon as the head of my penis entered, I encountered some resistance, as expected. "Your hymen is still intact..." I teased.

"Ugh! What's there to ramble on about, you baby-making machine..." Her face flushed even more, and she closed her eyes.

Without another word, I twisted my waist, piercing through the barrier and thrusting deep inside. Doll let out a soft moan, her body, which had been tense from the pain, relaxing. I felt as if her vagina was made up of interconnected rings of flesh, just like mine, incredibly tight and endlessly long. I vigorously fucked her tender cunt, my penis drawing out the blood of her virginity with each thrust—no, although it was blood, she couldn't really be considered a virgin anymore. I began to fantasize about my partner making love with Doll, and I missed my partner's resilient body.

As I thought about it, my penis throbbed painfully, and I sped up my thrusts, the glans squelching as it passed through the folds of the vaginal wall. The vaginal fluid inside gathered more and more, tinged with blood, flowing onto the white sheets.

"It's so swollen..." Perhaps because she had someone else in her heart, the doll had been gritting her teeth, refusing to moan, but now she finally spoke.

I didn't answer, pulling my swollen, purple penis away from her body, gesturing for her to turn over so her buttocks were facing me. She widened her eyes, "Why are you doing this?" "Haven't you ever seen dogs mating? Aren't you trying to get pregnant? This position is the most natural and suitable for reproduction."

Her face flushed again, and she obediently lay down on the bed, sticking her buttocks up. Her anus was soaked with vaginal fluid, contracting rhythmically. Her labia minora were slightly darker, parted slightly, revealing the opening, a few strands of fluid clinging to her carefully trimmed pubic hair. I couldn't help but swallow hard, straightening my erection, slowly inserting it, and thrusting vigorously.

She still refused to moan, but from her trembling body, I could feel that she was also enjoying this unprecedented sexual experience. Her vagina contracted in waves, like a pair of soft, delicate hands gripping my penis tightly. This was my first time making love to a woman with extensive sexual experience who hadn't yet lost her virginity. Unlike virgins, she didn't know how to relax and enjoy herself, yet she possessed a virgin's tight, contracting vagina and an untouched uterus—the thought of filling her uterus with my thick, hot semen later only heightened my excitement.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Her breasts were larger than mine, at least a C+, round and firm, with small, pink, and hard nipples. She lay there, her pointed breasts swaying with my thrusts, like two ripe fruits ready for me to pluck.

Perhaps because she hadn't made love in a long time, and her vagina was contracting rhythmically, I only thrust for about twenty minutes before I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled roar, my glans pressed against her cervix, and my ejaculation was unleashed, millions of sperm gushing out, rushing into her uterus.

I was enjoying the afterglow of my penis throbbing inside her when suddenly I felt a warmth on my back. Two warm mounds pressed against me, and someone hugged me tightly. I was startled and turned around to see my beloved, the one I had been longing for!

To be precise, my beloved, the one I had been longing for, completely naked…

Seeing my surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile. “You don’t even close the door when you’re making love!” she scolded, massaging my back with her soft breasts. I turned around and pulled her into my arms, feeling another urge to cry. “My beloved! My beloved!” I cried like a child. “I thought I would never see you again!”

She stroked my hair tenderly and said, “This is our last madness… Her family arranged for her to study in England, and I plan to work there too. We’ll get married there.”

Last madness… last madness!

I understood their good intentions. Yes, on the willow-lined bank, in the dawn breeze and under the waning moon, years would pass, and even with a thousand kinds of feelings, who would I share them with? I finally believed that she still cared for me, and that they would cherish the child who raised me as their most beautiful and eternal memory. Don't ask me why I cried; I'm probably crying tears of joy.

In this world, who else can promise forever? Then, she, and they, will be forever connected by an unbreakable bond, and we will never be able to erase each other from our hearts.

Zhi'ou and Wawa also cried. Zhi'ou pounded my chest, fiercely wiping away her tears as she said, "What are you crying for! What are you crying for! You spineless man, we're here for you to fuck, not to watch you cry!"

As if waking from a dream, I violently pounced on her on the bed, made her turn to her side, lifted one leg to my chest, and forcefully thrust my hard penis inside her, fucking her hard. With each thrust, I remembered a scene from that time: we changed positions, we made love passionately with each other in the darkness. Her face was never clear, her expression always etched with tears…

Time has passed, and today I can finally make up for that regret. I can clearly see every inch of her skin, even every pore. Her breasts are so white and tender, the skin almost transparent, the pale blue veins faintly visible. Her nipples and areolas are small, a light flesh color, the erect nipples about the size of a small peanut. Her clitoris is almost invisible, clearly not having been stimulated much. Her labia are a delicate pink, small and thin, showing no signs of darkening. Her pubic hair is sparse, with only a small tuft above the clitoris, while the hair on the vulva has been carefully trimmed.

I thrust into her roughly like a trapped beast, wanting to pour all the love, resentment, and lingering emotions in my heart into her body. I watched as her tender, soft flesh at the entrance of her honeyed cave was pulled in and out by my bulging, veiny penis, her juices flowing down her scrotum. She gripped the blanket tightly, biting it with her mouth, moaning softly, as if she had completely surrendered, wanting to record her memories of me completely through her body.

Seeing me so fiercely fucking Zhi'ou, Wawa was already dumbfounded. Just five minutes later, I was about to ejaculate again. After grinding and rubbing against Zhi'ou's clitoris, I quickly pulled out my throbbing, purplish-red penis, pulled Wawa to sit with her back to me, aimed my shaft, and with a soft "squelch," it slid in all the way. I grabbed her and sat down heavily, the head of my penis once again firmly gripped by her still slightly open cervix. Every drop of thick, hot semen shot into her uterus.

To prevent backflow and ensure successful conception, Wawa quickly lay down on the sofa, raising her legs against the wall. I was completely limp, not only from the intense release but also from the dejection in my heart. Zhi'ou crawled over and lay on top of me, starting to kiss me. It was the first time I tasted her tongue, so agile and fiery, domineeringly enveloping my tongue, sucking on my lips and teeth. I was enjoying this passive pleasure, almost unable to stop, when she suddenly withdrew her tongue and kissed my way down my chest.

My penis lay limp to one side, a sticky mixture of vaginal fluid and semen clinging to my pubic hair. She licked away the fluid from my penis and then took the glans into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, sometimes squeezing the urethral opening, sometimes searching along the coronal sulcus, her hands restlessly kneading my testicles in turn.

Being a trained professional (tongue technique was a required course for les), although she wasn't very familiar with male anatomy, her skillful tongue technique, the perfect balance of pressure and release, combined with my gratitude that she was finally willing to offer her tongue to me, quickly made my penis erect. Although not as large as before, it was still taut and powerful.

Then she swallowed my entire penis, actively letting the glans press against her throat again and again, swallowing and spitting it out repeatedly, her hands gently supporting my scrotum and stroking my testicles. I loved it when she sucked on the urethral opening and coronal sulcus; I didn't understand how she controlled the pressure so perfectly, every thrust was exactly what I wanted, stimulating the most pleasurable nerve—a fatal temptation!

Soon, I surrendered again, my penis jerking violently, then ejaculating like a volcanic eruption. She quickly took the glans into her mouth, absorbing all the semen, and swallowed it with a gulp.

I weakly pulled her up, hugged her, and said, "Zhi'ou, I love you."

She gently rubbed her cheek against mine, "I love you too."

...

And then? There was no "and then." Love is something that never ends.

They disappeared without a trace. The next day, I woke up in the Christmas snow, thinking about the night before, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Last month, I received a letter from Birmingham with only a photograph: a pregnant baby smiling happily. Zhi'ou? I knew her; she hadn't given me no message. I could tell from the baby's smile that the person behind the camera was Zhi'ou.

As for me, I had almost completely severed ties with my past dissolute life. I was determined, because of my unknown baby, because of the two flowers blooming in my destiny, to live a warm life from now on.

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