A chance encounter with "Li Xiaolu" while seeking pleasure in Little Hong Kong.

August's heat was intense, and the weather in Guangdong was unusually hot. Neither the office air conditioning nor the watermelon in the refrigerator could escape the heat.

The only cool thing was the clothing of the beautiful women on the street. Long, white legs, deep cleavage, skirts fluttering in the wind like a cool breeze, yet beneath this coolness lay a sense of excitement, a surge of blood. These men were mostly men, and these men had a resounding name: perverts. I was just an inconspicuous member of this group.

When I was a child, "pervert" was synonymous with vulgarity in my dictionary. This aversion to perverts mostly stemmed from the earnest admonitions of teachers on the podium.

In the eyes of children, teachers were sacred and pure, and what they said was naturally fair and correct. However, back then, when I saw my respected male teacher staring intently at the alluring young woman passing by outside, I felt a little puzzled, but at that time, it was just a puzzle. Our young and pure hearts could never have imagined that the gaze of our sacred teacher would be obscene or lustful.

But as time passed and I grew older, I realized that what the teacher said wasn't necessarily right. As the ancients said, "It is better to have no books than to believe everything in them." I think this saying is equally applicable to other areas. Chairman Mao said, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth," Deng Xiaoping said, "It doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it catches a good cat," and our modern literary father, Lu Xun, also said, "We should critically inherit and absorb past things and cultures."

For an individual, sex can bring pleasure and enjoyment; for society, it can provide opportunities for massages and creating wealth; and for culture, it can provide material for writing poems and inscriptions. In ancient times, there was Du Mu, who wrote of a ten-year dream of Yangzhou, only to gain a reputation for heartless debauchery in brothels. Internationally , there's the legendary story of "Little Chungba, Lady of the Camellias.

" As for me, I simply enjoy saunas and casual sex, finding pleasure in them and contributing a little to the national GDP. As the saying goes, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," which speaks to the unpredictability of life's twists and turns. Like me, last year I frequented high-end saunas like Tiandi Wuxian, Jin Zhizun, and Jinlong Island. But after that global financial crisis, the Pacific Ocean remains unfathomably deep, and my pockets are overflowing with money. The saying goes

, "A dragon stranded in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp, and a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs." This young man, who only knew the allure of saunas and brothels but not the women standing on the street, was forced to resort to brothels in Wenzhou to vent his desires, his wallet dwindling. Fortunately, he maintained a good attitude; although the search in the red-light districts was arduous, he still found enjoyment.

The women on the streets were generally of lower quality than those in large saunas, and their service was worlds apart. But as the saying goes, "In a big forest, you'll find all kinds of birds," and after searching many times... I just realized that while there are many streetwalkers, there are also gems. (Like the streetwalking angel I encountered in Shenzhen this year, on that chilly spring day; if you're interested, you can read my article "An Encounter with an Angel at a Roadside Hair Salon" on Xidian Military Academy.)
Reflecting on this, I wrote a poem as proof:
Hotels and hair salons are places for pleasure, where purity and sensuality each have their time.
Saunas offer everything, hair salons are just places to unleash one's passion.
Street girls and women at the end of the street are like a desolate wilderness.
Wild grass and shrubs grow everywhere, yet among the stones lies jade.
In summary, I have a couplet.
The first line is: Sauna girls are like a garden of a hundred flowers, plum blossoms and orchids... Chrysanthemums, beautiful in every way, also grow amidst weeds.
The second line says: Streetwalkers are like a wasteland, thorny and wildflower-covered.
The horizontal inscription reads: Spring's beauty is fickle

. This encounter still lingers in my mind, truly unforgettable.

But for a lecherous man, the highest level of pleasure is to pass through a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging to you. Even if an angel is beautiful, it's still just a memory.

We can relieve sexual desire through masturbation, but we can't satisfy our genitals through mere fantasy. So, the little wolf put away his memories and, with a restless heart, once again embarked on his journey to find spring. The destination of this stop was Zhangmutou Town, also known as "Little Hong Kong."

Zhangmutou was once considered a haven for Hong Kong men, with beauties from all over the country flocking there for the money in Hong Kong's hands, becoming caged birds. Even many Hong Kong drivers rented apartments there to keep mistresses.

During the financial crisis, Hong Kong, renowned for its free trade, was naturally hit hard. Many cages collapsed, and the caged birds, deprived of their food source, were forced to return to the sex trade. Among them were some former canaries, and this was the place that "Little Wolf" came from.

In any city, regardless of size, the service industry near the station is usually more developed, and Zhangmutou was no exception. After lunch, we took a bus straight to Zhangmutou Railway Station. At the train station, without even catching my breath, I hurried to the street of hair salons behind the station, Huafu Plaza.

Huafu, with its shopping malls in front and the platform behind, is a hub for travelers and shoppers from both north and south, naturally a prime location for prostitution.

A quick glance revealed about ten hair salons, each with girls costing between 5 and 20 yuan. While there weren't any talent shows like in large saunas, it offered more freedom for men to choose. The girls, regardless of age or weight, sat on a row of sofas, like items in a self-service supermarket, available for selection. No fish tanks to hide my eyes, no masks to conceal my face.

Listening to my MP3 player, my eyes, like radar, meticulously scanned each pink... Inside the red-light district, I patiently sifted through the women. The first rule of finding a beauty in a hair salon: patience.

Hair salons are different from saunas; while there may be beautiful women, they are rare finds. To discover the best, you must be able to withstand disappointment, after all, gems are often hidden beneath the sand.

After walking around three times, I stopped in front of one of the hair salons. Two girls there caught my eye.

As a regular at such places, I knew that if these two women were in a high-end sauna, they would definitely be top-tier, like models. Especially one of them, a Miss Liu, with a charming appearance and pure气质, was irresistible.

After a few careful glances, I decisively chose one.

Unlike other small hair salons, the girls in this Hong Kong-style salon were much safer, because she… Their brothels were of two types. One was on the second floor of the shop, naturally cramped and dangerous, but regular customers could choose to be arranged in the pimp's rented apartment.

Since he couldn't afford to be unsafe while seeking pleasure, Xiao Lang naturally chose the pimp's apartment.

Holding the girl's hand, after the security guard at the bottom of the street verified his identity, they embraced and entered the elevator.

Xiao Lang felt relieved. Once inside, he and the girl took a shower together. As

soon as Xiao Lang undressed, he heard the girl exclaim, "So big!"

Turning around, he saw the girl holding the showerhead in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, staring at Xiao Lang's erect penis with a look of astonishment.

Although he knew it wasn't true, a sense of pride welled up inside Xiao Lang. "Playing the field among flowers, that's the capital,

" the young wolf chuckled, feigning nonchalance. "So-so, it's not big enough to satisfy you."

The girl pouted, her voice alluring and seductive, "You're bad," she said. Hearing this, the young wolf's heart skipped a beat. His manhood throbbed, his penis bulging, his eyes pointing skyward. If this were an ancient battlefield, he would be a fierce general, wielding his sword and cutting down enemy generals amidst a million soldiers.

A moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold; seeking pleasure among flowers requires real action. The young wolf wouldn't be swayed by words, so he pulled the girl closer with his left hand and turned on the nozzle valve with his right.

As soon as the showerhead was turned on, water droplets rained down on his head, the warm water mirroring the little wolf's current mood.

The woman gently applied shower gel to me, then carefully washed the little wolf. Embracing the naked beauty, the little wolf naturally couldn't resist a bit of oral pleasure.

After quickly rinsing himself off, the little wolf lay down on the bed first. The woman dried herself off, then swayed her hips and slowly walked over, her body causing her breasts to bounce and her buttocks to rise, instantly arousing lust and making my mouth dry.

I leaned against the headboard, my eyes slightly open, watching the woman's movements carefully. Going out to seek pleasure isn't just about the pleasure of ejaculation, but about roaming the pleasure quarters and experiencing every detail of happiness.

The woman approached, a charming smile on her face, and bent down to carefully dry the wetness on my penis. Then, under my gaze, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she slowly took the mushroom head into her mouth.

As the black head disappeared from my sight, my penis was immediately enveloped in warmth. The steel gun entered her mouth, and the woman's head began to move up and down. I could clearly see the strong long gun in the dark forest moving in and out of her fiery red cherry lips, crisscrossing and maneuvering. The physical pleasure and psychological satisfaction were combined into one. For a moment, I felt completely refreshed, and I just wanted to let out a long howl. There is no greater pleasure in life than this. At

the height of pleasure, the little wolf held the woman's head with both hands and pressed down hard, the steel gun reaching straight to the back of her throat, all the way in. In the brothel terminology, it is called "deep throat," an experience usually only found in large-scale sex parties, but I was able to relive it in this apartment. Past events came flooding back. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled in her eyes...

After several more deep throats, the little wolf's spear trembled, his ejaculation nearly spurred, but at the last moment, he paused, flicked the spear tip, and withdrew it from the woman's mouth.

The spear remained silent, proudly facing the heavens, its dark, thick shaft standing erect, its dark red tip exuding murderous intent. Yet, glistening saliva dripped slowly down the shaft, reflecting off the woman's disheveled black hair and dazed eyes, filling the small room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

When she regained her senses, the woman took a set of clothes, and with a gentle smile, put an umbrella over the little wolf's head. Safety was paramount when out and about.

Only then did the little wolf support the woman's slender waist, spread her legs, and thrust in. The little wolf lay supine, facing the sky, while the woman slowly sat on his penis, woman on top, man on bottom—a position resembling Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

The woman moved with every thrust, her black hair flying before my eyes, her breasts swaying, my eyes and heart filled with lust.

Five minutes later, she was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her slender waist slumped as she leaned down and hugged my neck, panting, "Husband, you're so amazing, I can't take it anymore, come on top."

How could a man refuse such a beautiful woman's invitation? The young wolf laughed heartily, his gun still in his mouth, and with a flourish, he turned her around, transforming the position from man on top to missionary.

The young wolf's hands gripped her breasts, kneading them forcefully, his steel rod thrusting powerfully. "Going straight for the heart of the matter," Li Lianjie said, "every effort pays off." After a while, the woman beneath Xiaolang began to moan softly, her arms tightening around him, her legs curling up, showing signs of climax.

Xiaolang continued, thrusting deep into her flesh, the woman's moans echoing in the air.

Ten minutes later, the woman clung tightly to Xiaolang's neck, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her alluring valley contracting and relaxing, and she let out a high-pitched scream. Xiaolang felt a tightness in the woman's bones, and a warm, fragrant spring sprayed onto his penis. At the tip of his penis, the little wolf felt a heat, and as he met the woman's nectar, his ejaculation gate loosened, and white fluid gushed out.

Then, with extreme satisfaction,

he ejaculated!

His essence was released, his energy drained, and the little wolf felt a shudder. His once proud and erect penis had noticeably deflated, but he didn't immediately pull it out, leaving it inside her.

His mouth began to touch the woman's cherry lips.

At first, the woman was somewhat surprised and resisted, her mouth tightly closed.

The little wolf remained unmoved, one hand gently stroking the woman's chest, the other... I gently caressed her earlobe, and after a while, she softened. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she stuck out her tongue. Then… naturally, a passionate kiss ensued amidst her saliva, which carried a faint minty scent. At

this moment of passion, my heart pounded faster, and my previously softened member, stimulated by this, rose again, its engorged form fully revealed. I had no choice but to compose myself and begin my second assault. With

a series of techniques—the Dragon Spear, the Dragon Claw Hand, the Tai Chi Breast Palm, and the Heartbreaking Kiss—I attacked her fair belly with all my might, thrusting left and right, displaying every imaginable skill. Another moment passed, and the little wolf could no longer resist the tingling sensation, ejaculating countless sperm. He tightly embraced the sweat-soaked woman, not wanting to move another muscle.

After resting for a while, when they had both recovered somewhat, they embraced again and went into the bath.

Only then did the little wolf carefully examine the woman who had made him ejaculate twice, and suddenly realized that she bore a resemblance to Li Xiaolu. His heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed that it was a great deal.

After bathing, he kissed the woman again before taking out 130 yuan from his pocket, ending his pleasure-seeking journey.

It was truly:
A down-on-his-luck little wolf seeks pleasure in a hair salon, a lustful woman's sweet tongue teases him; his spear
sweeps across the overflowing lustful waters, thrusting in and out, panting heavily.

This article is dedicated to wishing all wolf lovers endless women, boundless spring, and, under the full moon, entwined in the bed.
[The End]

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