Desire Sea Flower Crazy

Peeking through the crack in the window, what I saw shocked me beyond measure. I saw Meiqi—my beloved, pure Meiqi—having sex with a man! This burly man, covered in black hair, was kneeling on the bed, holding Meiqi's slender, white legs on his shoulders, thrusting in and out. I was behind him, and I could see his dark scrotum dangling, slapping against her vulva with each thrust. From my angle, I could see his penis, as thick as a black sugarcane, plunging completely into her vagina with a push, then pulling out halfway, bringing out a portion of her wet, bright red vaginal opening, then pushing it all the way back in. With each thrust, white foam spurted out around her vulva, some even sticking to her pubic hair. As I watched, I heard Meiqi cry out, "Thrust me! Thrust me! Harder! Don't stop! I'm almost there!"
Was this Meiqi? How could this be? But this was indeed Meiqi's house, and it was indeed Meiqi on the bed. Although her face wasn't at a direct angle, I still recognized her, and she had that distinctive black mole on the inside of her right knee. How could it be someone else? If she hadn't cried out those words, I would have thought she was being raped, but the way she cried out meant it was consensual. My feelings were indescribable. I felt like I had fallen into a blazing furnace one second and then plunged into ice water the next, and at the same time, I felt nauseous. I finally screamed and ran away from the window.
But I didn't run away; I went around the balcony to the door of the room. I turned the doorknob, intending to break down the door and rush in if they refused to open it. However, they hadn't even locked the door; it opened with a turn of the knob.
I rushed in and saw that they had left. The man was standing naked by the bed, looking out the window, obviously having stopped because he heard my screams outside. Meiqi was sitting on the bed, holding a pillow, which covered her private parts. The man turned to face me when he heard the door open. He was a very rough-looking man, probably a manual laborer. His skin looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time, and the black hair made him even uglier. His face was hideous. His penis was still erect, dark, hard, and wet, and it was as long as my wrist to my fingertips. His eyes and expression were dull, indicating that he wasn't very intelligent. My Meiqi, with
such a man—although now, looking back, even if he had been a better catch, I wouldn't have felt any better.
At that moment, Meiqi cried out, "Zihui, what are you doing here?"
At the same time, I yelled at the man, "I'm going to kill you!" and rushed forward.
Actually, killing him wouldn't have been fair, because Meiqi had willingly slept with him. But that's animal nature; males only want to eliminate other males that compete with them, and they don't blame the female for attracting those males. However, I wasn't sure I could kill him, because he was a whole head taller than me, and his arms were almost as thick as my thighs; it was more likely he would kill me. But in my rage, I overestimated myself. I rushed at him and threw a punch at his face. He caught my fist with his left hand, grabbed my other arm with his other hand, and lifted me up, my feet off the ground. With that kind of strength, let alone hitting me, even throwing me to the ground would seriously injure me. Luckily, I was fortunate; in the air, struggling and kicking wildly, I kicked his still-erect penis, I believe it was the glans. He cried out in pain, released me, and I fell back down, kneeling on the ground. Kneeling like this, I ended up kneeling right in front of him, at a height where his penis was directly in front of my face, very close. This hideous thing disgusted me, and instinctively I threw a punch, hitting his scrotum squarely. He screamed and jumped back, curling up on the ground, covering his genitals with his hands, his already grotesque face contorted in an even more grotesque way. That's a man's most vulnerable spot; he couldn't even straighten his back, and for a moment, he was rendered harmless.
I stood there, unsure what to do. I knew that if I didn't kill him, he might kill me once he recovered, but I didn't know how to kill, and besides, I didn't really want to kill him.
He quickly regained his ability to speak, and through gritted teeth he said, "You little brat, I'll skin you alive!"
Meiqi acted immediately. She jumped off the bed, holding a pillow in front of her with one hand, and grabbed his clothes from the small sofa with the other, throwing them at him, shouting, "Skin me alive? Get out of here! This is my husband!"
This worked. He had entered someone else's house and raped someone else's wife; no matter how strong he was, he was in the wrong and couldn't continue. So
, he reluctantly put his clothes back on and ran away. Meiqi also put her clothes back on and said to me, "You should go too!"
I said, "But—but who was that person?"
She said, "I met him on the street just now."
This was like another stab to my heart. I said, "But why?"
She said, "Go away, we're not close!"
I said, "But you said I was your husband!"
She said, "That was to save your life. If I hadn't said that, he would have killed you!"
Yes, I wasn't actually her husband. "But I'm your boyfriend!"
she said. "Not anymore. After this, will you still want me?"
I was confused. She had slept with such a terrible man; could our relationship still be the same as before?
She added, "Go away. We were just having a fling; there's no special relationship between us. You shouldn't have bothered me in the first place. Just let me have some peace and quiet!"
I left like a zombie, walking aimlessly on the street, completely oblivious to the traffic. I was lucky I didn't get hit by a car. Amidst the chaos, I analyzed my relationship with Meiqi.
We'd known each other for almost two years, but she'd always been elusive and hard to understand. She was a virgin before I took her virginity; I was the one who deflowered her, yet we'd only had sex six times in total. Initially, she was only nineteen, renting this small garden house in the suburbs with her parents and an older brother. I first met her when we were signing the lease. I immediately thought this petite and beautiful woman was adorable, but afterwards, she deposited her rent directly into my bank account, so I had no further opportunities to interact with her. But fate is strange. A few months later, my female friend Ailian and her husband invited me to dinner. One of the guests was none other than Meiqi. It turned out that Meiqi had also liked me from the first meeting. Since we had the chance to meet again, we chatted happily, and our relationship progressed rapidly after we started dating. But the turning point came three months later when we were singing karaoke alone. She was depressed, had no interest in singing, and confided in me. It turned out that her brother's company had given him a choice: transfer to the United States as a department head or stay in his current position. His brother, his fiancée, and their parents all supported the new position because they all aspired to immigrate to the United States. However, Meiqi had no interest in immigrating, so they immigrated, leaving her behind. She felt that her parents didn't have to go, and therefore felt that they didn't value her at all, which made her very sad. I couldn't change the fact for her, so I tried my best to comfort her. As we talked, I kissed her for the first time.
We kissed for a long time, and finally she pushed me away, lowered her head, and blushed, saying, "This isn't good. You should take me home!"
I took her home, and she remained silent and didn't look at me. I was worried she was angry, although I didn't think I had gone too far. When we got to her door, she still had her back to me, using her key to open the door. But after the door opened, she turned to face me, remaining silent. This wasn't anger anymore; I naturally hugged her and kissed her again. This time the kiss was long; I didn't want to let her go, and she didn't object. Since her family had immigrated, there was no one else in the house, so I kissed her as I guided her inside, then into her bedroom, lay down on her bed, and continued kissing her for a long time. The lights in the house were not yet on. Since it was in the suburbs, the faint light coming in from the streetlights on the distant highway made the room dim. But for lovers meeting for the first time, this was the perfect mood. Would you turn on the lights to kiss a young girl?
I really loved her, and I only stopped kissing her when we were both almost breathless. In the dim light, she gasped, "I've never done this before!"
I had, though I wasn't very experienced. I had a girlfriend and we had sex, but we broke up because of personality clashes. I had also used prostitutes before and after that. Still, I felt I understood girls' psychology, so I cupped her face, kissed her forehead and ear, and whispered in her ear, "Will you marry me?" To continue, I had to reassure her that I wasn't an irresponsible person.
She shyly turned her head away, "I don't want to get married, we don't even know each other yet!"
I said, "Then let me know you more!" With that, I continued to kiss her passionately.
She didn't object, and our kisses grew more passionate. She relaxed in ecstasy, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing faster than before. Naturally, my hands began to move over her body, first touching her ear, then her arm, reaching her armpit, and then moving towards her breasts. But just as my fingers touched the edge of her breasts, she caught them. She didn't say anything, only put my hand back on her arm. I continued kissing her, my hand moving again, back to her breasts, and she caught it again, putting it back on her arm. This happened several times, until finally, she placed my hand on her knee. Perhaps she hadn't considered that if she wanted to soften my advances, this wasn't such a good idea, because the knee is a rather sensitive area, and closer to another important part—her vulva—and she was wearing a skirt, which wasn't as easy to defend against as wearing underwear. My hand was also very satisfied there; the skin of her knee was so smooth, the flesh so soft and elastic, almost boneless. I was captivated by her touch, and the more I touched her, the further I moved forward, until soon my hand was under her skirt. Then, my hand leaped over the final distance and touched her vulva. It was a full, fleshy mound, and even through her panties, I could tell she was already very wet, as the moisture had seeped through. At that very touch, she swiftly closed her legs tightly, trapping my hand between them, unable to move. But she didn't pull my hand away; she just kept it clamped between her legs. She kept turning her head, making moaning sounds, seemingly flustered, but one thing was certain: she didn't object to me touching her.
I continued to kiss her, whispering in her ear, "Marry me!"
She hummed from her throat, "I don't want to get married..." but didn't want me to stop.
My hand, which was being held, could also move; being held like this wasn't completely immobile. My middle and index fingers were at the entrance of her vagina. Although it was inconvenient to move them from side to side, they could bend and straighten, and the tips of my fingers were right against her clitoris. This bending and straightening was teasing her clitoris, which began to swell and harden, and the area became even wetter. She began to let out meaningless moans. After teasing her for a while, I began to use a little force to pry her legs apart. She seemed completely powerless, and her legs obediently opened. My middle finger slipped inside her crotch from the side of her underwear, touching her clitoris against her skin. It was even more slippery and swollen, and she trembled violently. My index finger continued to rub, and soon, about a minute later, she cried out "Ah!" Her face pressed against my chest, her whole body convulsing violently, and her legs closed again, tightly gripping my hand. This virgin (she had previously told me that she had never had a boyfriend) had been brought to her first orgasm by me. I stopped then, my fingertips still pressing on her throbbing clitoris, giving her a chance to calm down. I'd done this with my ex-girlfriend before, so I knew what I was doing.
When her breathing calmed down a bit, I withdrew my hand, then gently untied her skirt and took off her panties, simply saying, "This feels better!" without asking for permission. This was something my ex-girlfriend taught me; after the first time I touched her, I begged her to let me take off my panties, but even though she wasn't a virgin, she refused, and we couldn't have sex. The next time, without me asking, she took them off herself. Later, she lectured me: "Some things are hard to ask. How can I bring myself to say something so embarrassing? It's like I'm some kind of slut. Take it off if you want, and if I don't agree, I'll naturally refuse!"
That's exactly what happened. I took off her already quite wet panties, and her vulva was revealed. Unfortunately, there wasn't much light; I could only see a dark, triangular patch. Of course, I really wanted to see it clearly, but my ex-girlfriend had told me that for the same reason, it was best not to ask to see it the first time. So I just lightly brushed the curly pubic hair and the wet vaginal opening in the middle.
Then I started to remove her shirt and bra, explaining, "This is more comfortable!" This was quite "risky," as it might give her time to refuse. Her vulva was already exposed, and all I had to do was remove my already erect penis and penetrate her without even taking off my underwear. But I'm someone who likes completeness; sex with clothes half-undone feels imperfect.
Meiqi seemed to be in a dream, smoothly undressing me completely. Although it was dark, her fair skin made her features quite clear, and her figure was even more beautiful than when she was clothed. I then undressed myself and climbed on top of her. I used my knees to spread her thighs wider, found the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and thrust in. It was tight but smooth. She moaned, and I began to thrust. Her moans grew louder, sometimes convulsing. I didn't know if this convulsion meant an orgasm, but it was definitely a sign of pleasure. I'm not a great partner in bed; I can't last long. But according to my ex-girlfriend, men don't actually need to last that long. It's okay if he ejaculates before the woman reaches orgasm; when he ejaculates, it naturally triggers her orgasm as well. I don't know if every woman is like that, but Meiqi seemed to be. I ejaculated in less than two minutes, experiencing an intense, blissful ecstasy. At that moment, her vagina throbbed and contracted, like another kind of spasm, in sync with the throbbing of my penis—something my ex-girlfriend never did.
I rested for a while, panting. My penis had softened and shrunk, slipping out of her vagina. I dismounted and lay down beside her. She murmured, "I'm so afraid I'll get pregnant!"
I quickly kissed her face reassuringly and hugged her, saying, "You don't need to worry, I'll take full responsibility!"
She said, "I definitely need to get a contraceptive injection, otherwise I can't feel at ease!"
I was happy, partly because there would definitely be a next time, but even more so because her saying that meant she didn't regret giving herself to me.
She said again, "I'm going to take a shower!"
I said, "I'll shower for you!"
She lightly slapped the back of my hand, "Don't be silly, it's so embarrassing! Don't even turn on the light, go ahead, I need to calm down, I'll call you in a few days!" "
A few days" only lasted two days, and she called in the afternoon, and what she said was much more direct than I expected. She said, "Come to my house now, I've already taken a contraceptive injection, I'll be waiting for you in bed!"
This was a direct invitation to have sex, but would a contraceptive injection work that quickly? I don't know, but anyway, I was planning to take responsibility. As I stood there dumbfounded, she added, "I have a spare key under the flowerpot by the door. Just open the door and come in!"

Her bedroom door wasn't locked. I pushed it open and saw her lying naked on the bed, her posture resembling Gogol's famous painting, "The Nude Maya." Her figure was similar too; she was petite and slender yet slightly plump, the kind of full plumpness. In the daylight, her skin was dazzlingly white, her small nipples bright red, and the small black mole inside her left knee was very noticeable. At that sight, I became instantly aroused, my hard penis struggling to stay afloat in her narrow jeans. She smiled and spread her legs, revealing her vulva amidst her pubic hair—a beautiful, bright red slit. She beckoned and said, "Come on, let's make love!"
I was so impulsive I almost ejaculated. I took off my clothes as fast as I could, nearly tripping over myself in the process. My ideal sexual encounter would involve us showering first, followed by gentle caresses, but how could I resist? I climbed onto the bed, mounted her, and my hard penis slid into her vagina, fully inside, and began thrusting. She moaned loudly in pleasure, her hands constantly rubbing my back. I still couldn't last long, ejaculating in less than two minutes, while she held me tightly, her vagina contracting and relaxing as if trying to absorb as much of my semen as possible.
After we separated, we lay silently on the bed, me reliving the ecstatic scene, and I guessed she was too. About half an hour later, she woke me up, and I realized I had fallen asleep from exhaustion. She was still standing naked by the bed, giggling, "I've already showered, you should too, then we'll do it again!"
I went to the bathroom as if sleepwalking. Twice within half an hour? I've never tried it before, even once a day for two days straight. But I was interested; the stimulation made my penis erect again. When I returned to the bedroom, she had already tidied the messy bed and was lying on it, legs spread to welcome me. The allure of the bright red slit of her vulva amidst the dark pubic hair was incredibly strong. But I had ejaculated not long ago, so I wasn't in such a rush. I climbed onto the bed, gently kissing and touching her—the proper prelude, after all—and I hadn't properly touched her breasts before. But she was more eager than I was. Soon she reached out and took my penis, guiding it to her vulva. With a thrust, I was fully inside her again. Once inside, I couldn't stop; I pounded for over a minute before ejaculating.
When she woke me, I realized I had fallen asleep again, and this time, I had fallen asleep immediately after ejaculating. She played with my penis with one hand and said, "Come on, let's do it again!" She sat next to me, and because she wasn't lying down, her round, firm breasts were very high and firm. It was the first time I had ever seen her naked, her upper body erect. My penis, after being played with by her and having just woken up, was fully hard. This was an extremely tempting situation, yet strangely, I felt no impulse, no desire to penetrate her. Many years later, after reading many books and articles on the subject, I learned that most men need a considerable amount of time to recover after ejaculation, so that their nerves can reactivate and there is an opportunity to produce more semen. Otherwise, if they ejaculate and then feel the urge again, and then feel the urge to do it again, wouldn't it never end? Moreover, the purpose of intercourse is for procreation, and a lack of semen is detrimental to procreation, so there's no point in doing it.
At the time, I didn't understand these principles; I only knew that I didn't want to do it. But was it so selfish of me to only do it when I wanted to, and ignore her when she didn't? So I climbed on top of her again, penetrated her once more, and began thrusting. She thoroughly enjoyed it, while I didn't feel it as strongly, which is why I lasted for over three minutes, an unusually long time for me. Finally, I ejaculated, but the ecstasy was missing; instead, there was a slight pain deep inside. It wasn't until years later that I learned intercourse requires semen. Older men can't achieve an erection without semen, while someone as vigorous as me struggles to ejaculate. During ejaculation, the urethral walls spasm in a wave-like motion, pushing the semen out. Without semen, the friction between the inner walls causes pain.
I left her, suddenly feeling dizzy. I lay down beside her, my body weak, covered in cold sweat. She, however, kept her eyes closed, savoring the experience, completely unaware. I was terrified. Had I collapsed from overexertion? In fact, I had. I was exhausted from excessive ejaculation and needed rest. There wasn't much danger, but at the time I didn't understand, so I was very scared. I lay quietly for a while, then got up to urinate. I stretched out of bed, trying to stand up, but I was too weak. My knees buckled like noodles, and I collapsed onto the floor with a thud. Meiqi quickly got up to help me, asking with concern, "What's wrong?"
I weakly confessed, "I'm not feeling well. I can't do it so many times in a row. I need to go home and rest!"
I was seriously ill for three weeks after returning home, mainly because the weather was quite cold on the day we had sex, and I caught a cold. While I was sick, Meiqi called to check on me. She said we shouldn't do that anymore, and I said that doing it in moderation was fine. But after I got sick, when we went out, it was always just to eat and watch a movie. Afterwards, she wouldn't let me take her home, which meant she wouldn't have sex anymore. I wasn't worried, because a relationship with feelings can exist without sex. But the problem was that she seemed to be gradually distancing herself from me. When I asked her out, she usually said she was busy, and even when we met, she hardly said a word, as if she was just going through the motions, and left after finishing her meal. A year passed like this, and I finally couldn't resist anymore. I called her that time, but she said she was busy again. I said, "Meiqi, you're getting colder and colder towards me. To be honest, do you not want to be with me anymore?"
She was silent for a while, and her answer was completely unexpected. She said, "Come to my house at nine o'clock tonight. I'll be waiting for you in bed!"
I went into her bedroom that night. She had already turned off all the lights. In the dim light, I could vaguely see her lying naked on the bed. She beckoned and said, "Come on!"
I took off my clothes and kissed and touched her passionately and tenderly. She seemed to enjoy it. Later, she took my penis and said, "Come in!" and guided it to her vaginal opening.
I penetrated and thrust. She still reacted strongly, and I ejaculated again after a little over a minute. After ejaculating, I immediately had a worry: what if she wanted to do it a couple more times? Could I handle it? But she said, "Take a shower and go home. Let me calm down."
I really wanted to talk to her, but how could I bring it up? She'd already had sex with me, which proved she didn't want me anymore; perhaps she'd just continue things her way. A few months later, she again asked me to come to her house for sex in the evenings. It was only once. That was our sixth time together, and after that, it stopped. She became even colder, not even answering the phone. After several weeks of this, I decided to confront her and go to her house. If she wasn't there, I'd wait for her to return. So today, I went to her house, took the key from under a flowerpot, opened the door, and entered. Hearing noises from the bedroom, I went around to the balcony and peeked through the window. That's when I witnessed this shocking and nauseating scene.
Back home, I was in pain and conflicted. Should I still want her? Did she have some hidden reason? Even if she did, after what she did, as she said, was she still worth wanting? I couldn't decide. A week later, Ailian called, saying that Meiqi had gone to America and wasn't coming back, asking her to return the house to her. She was waiting for me to complete the formalities. I rushed over. Naturally, I wasn't worried about the house; instead, I asked Ailian if she knew anything about Meiqi. She said she didn't know, only that Meiqi had said she wasn't suitable for me. Ailian said she had promised not to reveal Meiqi's American address, but would try to persuade her to contact me and clarify things.
A month later, I received a long letter from Meiqi. She explained that after we started having sex, she discovered she had a strange illness that made her constantly crave intercourse. The second time we were together, she wanted to have sex three times. If it hadn't made me sick, she would have wanted to have sex again. She was afraid of killing me and dared not approach me again, but she couldn't suppress her desires. While I was sick, a casual acquaintance flirted with her, and she slept with him. Then, another man approached her on the street, and she slept with him too. Afterwards, she felt both regret and fear. She went to see a doctor, who referred her to a psychologist. The psychologist told her that this condition was called "nyphomania," which is a constant need for sexual intercourse. Many people have this, with milder cases simply being particularly interested in sex. This condition is more common in men, called the "Don Juan complex." It's not as destructive because although they constantly demand things from women, women rarely reciprocate. They resort to prostitutes, and if they can't afford them, they have no choice but to endure it. Women, however, face a much bigger problem. They have many suitors, and it's particularly easy for them to pursue men. The psychologist suggested she seek treatment in the United States, and that she could try using willpower to combat it. So she tried using willpower, but without success. She wanted men every day, but she didn't dare rely on me alone to satisfy her, because I couldn't support her constantly, day and night. She had been with countless men, so she was ashamed to approach me, but she couldn't bear to give me up. So she slept with me twice, not for sexual satisfaction, but to hug the only man she liked. After I caught her bringing the man who had flirted with her on the street home that day, she decided to go to the United States for treatment. She didn't dare ask me to wait for her, but she said she would come back to me if she recovered.
A year later, Ailian told me that Meiqi had died in the United States from a drug overdose, and she didn't know how Meiqi could have done that. I believe I know; she must have overdosed on drugs to suppress her distress. If she hadn't left, could I have helped her? There's no answer to that, but in any case, it's one of the greatest regrets of my life.

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