From Hong Kong

I, from Hong Kong,

fell in love with the women of Taikoo Shing.

It wasn't because the environment there was special… capable of producing beauties with smooth skin, round, bouncy buttocks, but rather because I could genuinely find many, many Japanese housewives in need of men in Taikoo Shing.

Especially in the afternoons.

Yes, I loved wandering around after lunch; groups of three or five, or even alone, were everywhere, almost within reach.

That Thursday afternoon, I sat on a stone bench in front of a convenience store, licking an ice cream, watching a woman pushing a stroller, seemingly waiting for something.

Around thirty years old, five feet five inches tall, single eyelids, her nose and lips typical of Japanese women—not beautiful, but possessing a unique charm.

She occasionally glanced back—and it wasn't a hallucination; I'm quite experienced with the body language of housewives in need.

Things went quite smoothly. When I knelt down to play with her baby in the stroller, and when I wiped her calves with the back of my hand, she covered her mouth and laughed…

After exchanging a few random words in English, I went home with her.

Before I could even push the baby into the house, she had already clung tightly to my neck and slammed me against the dining table in the living room. I took her wet tongue into my mouth, and she, without any hesitation, touched my glans and testicles through my pants…

I desperately sucked on her saliva, and at the same time, I quickly flipped up her V-neck sweater, pushing up her white bra… her nipples.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and pointed, soft and warm in my palm, like two small, fleshy sachets.

My penis was throbbing hard under her caresses, and the Japanese woman seemed to understand it was time to unleash it—she ripped off my belt, waistband, zipper, and briefs one by one, until finally, my throbbing, veiny penis lay naked between the two fingers of her left hand—her thumb and ring finger. Her fingertips massaged in circles from the glans to the urethral opening, down to the coronal sulcus, to the base of the penis, to the shaft and scrotum, sometimes quickly, sometimes like practicing Tai Chi, dragging and turning, making me almost cry out.

Savoring her sweet saliva, my mouth slid down to her full breasts, first squeezing her hardened nipples with my lips, then biting, grinding, and nibbling with my teeth, followed by teasing with my tongue… Her breathing grew increasingly labored, she moaned “Ah—ah—ah—ah,” her slender waist swaying and twisting…

Suddenly the phone rang, my serpentine inquiry abruptly halting. I looked at her; she calmly patted my shoulder, seemingly used to it, and turned to answer the phone…

I then moved to her navel, lower abdomen, pubic hair…

A primal, perfume-infused scent wafted into my senses, and my mouth involuntarily opened… My fingers moved in tandem.

“I want this Japanese woman to scream! Scream until the heavens and earth tremble!” I thought. So, while my tongue searched the thicket of hair, my middle finger plunged in, penetrating her wet, overflowing paradise, stirring wildly.
My nose pressed against her clitoris, my tongue and hand darting in and out of her warm, tender flesh. The Japanese woman clamped her legs together, locking my head firmly in place…

She screamed, interspersed with a few words of Japanese…

My erect penis was already throbbing, almost bursting. I licked my lips, parted her tense legs, and prepared to thrust deeply…

Perhaps she was too excited by her screams, for the baby sleeping soundly in the stroller was also awakened and began to cry…
How could I not release the arrow already on the bowstring? I straightened my back, placed her legs on my shoulders, and plunged my entire penis deep into her overflowing peach, thrusting firmly dozens of times, the flesh colliding with pleasure.

She still had maternal instincts; while thrusting her hips in response, she also freed her hands to grasp the stroller's handles, gently pulling it back and forth. Strangely enough, the baby's crying gradually subsided.

"She likes to rock," the woman told me in broken English, describing her daughter's habit. I smiled politely. Rock? I'll rock too!

I lifted her fair, soft thighs and leaned forward. Her buttocks tightened, and my penis slowly began to move in and out, each thrust almost pushing my scrotum into her wet opening.

Slow, but powerful, my penis continued to expand from side to side in the narrow opening. To be honest, I intended to widen it, but instead, I encountered an extremely tight defense. Wave after wave of pressure surged rhythmically towards my little brother. I lowered my head and licked her earlobe—a feint, perhaps?

But then I saw her eyes roll back, her cheeks flush, and a series of muscle spasms followed, spreading and climbing along the glans…

Suddenly, I felt a hot, forceful rush against my penis…

Could she ejaculate? Was it the vaginal fluid described in *Jin Ping Mei*? I don't know, I couldn't hold back any longer. My buttocks trembled a few times, and I ejaculated in a mess...

I lay there for a while, sucking on her nipple. Afterwards, she politely turned over and found a hot towel to apply to my face and wipe my penis.

Before leaving, I whispered some nice but meaningless compliments in the Japanese woman's ear, then squatted down to look at her daughter.

At 3:30, I strolled back to the company.

I was late, but it only happens once or twice a month, it's not a big deal, and the boss won't "show his true colors," right?
(Works in Taikoo Shing, accheung) Most of the women I've slept with say

in reader letters: "Ah Wei, you're a monster!" Whenever I unzip my pants and pull out my penis, their reaction is always an uproar, some even covering their faces and running away. Even the most experienced women, upon seeing it, will frown and cover their mouths, saying: "Is it in?" Yes, it is. During my university years, I once had a one-night stand with that dorm beauty who had slept with countless men. Lying on her fragrant, soft bed, I finally succeeded in inserting most of my penis into her vagina. Although she walked with a limp for two or three days afterward, it proved that my thick, long, and large penis was indeed suitable for intercourse. After that, I met many women who were willing to sleep with me, but when things got tense... sigh, the kind ones would reluctantly relieve my "big brother" fire with their hands; the unkind ones... would yell, "Wait!" and turn away without even saying goodbye. Fortunately, I met her. She was an English teacher I had a crush on for a long, long time in high school. In late 1995, I met her in a bar in Chatham Wai. "Aren't you... how old are you this year?" Miss Leung was drinking alone, and she recognized me as soon as we met. "Twenty-five!" And her? Thirty-four or thirty-five, big eyes, thin lips, a sharp face, and neat, shoulder-length straight hair—still the same as before, still with a frail, delicate figure. No one could have predicted she could be so wild and unrestrained in bed. She said her husband had run away, and she was almost always drunk every night. Suddenly, she leaned close to my ear and said, "I want to seduce you." So, that night, I dragged the half-drunk Miss Liang onto my single bed. While peeling off her white silk blouse, she half-bite and half-nibbled at my cheeks, neck, chin, nose, and eyebrows with her alcohol-smelling, wet lips… First, she revealed a small portion of my delicate, snow-white, smooth, and soft breasts, then she unhooked my black lace bra, and then, with both hands, she hurriedly pulled down my pants. The beast was already erect, almost bursting out of my pants. In one swift motion, she tore off my outer pants and underwear, and Miss Liang grabbed my long-unseen king-size...

"Python—"

she stared wide-eyed first, then moved her gloved hand a couple of times, her face flushed as she asked me,

"How can it be so huge?"

Then she slowly bent down and began licking my swollen, red glans with her hot, wet tongue.

Miss Liang's blowjob technique was quite skilled. Her left hand held the base of my penis, gently rubbing it up and down, while her right hand swept back and forth across my "big scrotum," sometimes even scratching the sensitive area at the base with her fingertips. And the main character? Her long, pouty lips were kissing down inch by inch along my bulging, throbbing veins, sucking and licking, the saliva that splashed out dripping wetly onto my anus, hot and sticky…

but she never tried to put my penis in her mouth.

"Is it too big?" I asked.

By this time, I had already boldly used my fingers to pull open her black stockings and, through a small piece of thin fabric, pressed against Miss Liang's elastic peach blossom opening.

She looked up and smiled slightly, without answering, and stepped between my legs.

"Wouldn't it be better to go in?"

Tearing down the last line of defense, a thick patch of grass and a full, slightly protruding mound that I never imagined would appear before my eyes were completely exposed...

To be honest, I found it hard to decide whether to let my thing penetrate Miss Liang's seemingly very damp black hole. She was too petite and delicate, thinner than any of my previous female companions. How could she possibly accommodate it...
I saw her hold my python and calmly press it against the flower bud. After a couple of squeezes, she managed to get it in. A smear of saliva spread around my glans. Gradually, I felt the front half of my penis being slowly swallowed by a tender, warm flesh.

It was truly amazing. Miss Liang's "water curtain cave" swayed left and right, and in less than a minute, it completely enveloped my enormous beast. Moreover... and inside, there were waves of swirling massage forces... like an eight-armed creature, like thousands of writhing water snakes, climbing up, down, left, and right of my big brother...

I was overjoyed, and I thrust my hips forward and bit her breast. Her nipple, fragrant and hard, trembled. I circled my tongue around her pale pink areola a few times, and finally, I couldn't resist and began to swallow it...

Miss Liang held my head in her hands, her lower body moving carefully and gently. Her snow-white, frozen buttocks sometimes twisted clockwise, sometimes moved erratically. After dozens of thrusts, a strong, powerful spasm came from her flesh...

Ah... Oh... Miss Liang was close to climax... Her waist swayed faster and faster, and my python was wrapped tighter and tighter. Oh... I resisted the wet, swirling pressure...

I bit my lower lip and pulled out half of my wet penis. Yes, I didn't want to ejaculate yet... But her little buttocks continued to twist on their own, and her hands also went behind me, quietly placing them on my taut scrotum and buttock muscles. After a gentle caress, I climaxed. I thrust in again and shook hard...

Squeak—squeak—squeak—

I could even hear the sound of semen shooting into her lower body...

Afterwards, I held her tightly and licked her body all over. I told her about my past crush on her, and how I sometimes masturbated while thinking about her. She smiled slightly and said, "After you did that, will any other man be able to satisfy me?"

No.

Our sex life has been quite enjoyable these past few months, and I think it will continue to be so. (Siu Sai Wan, Zhao Xifeng)
A reader's letter:

My relationship with Zhizhi started on LINE, and we've known each other for five months.

Before we met, judging from her voice and conversation, I thought she was too reserved for LINE users.

I've been using LINE for a year now, and I've tried many people before. Most of them were so-called "wild and unrestrained" girls who would talk about dirty things and sex on the phone; they were indeed very bold. I've tried many times to masturbate while talking on the phone with different LINE friends. I've also met some of them in person and slept with them, which was no different from a one-night stand. Two of them even asked for "transportation fees" after we slept together. I never talk to the ones I've slept with again because the mystery is completely gone; it's just a game, so I might as well try something new.

My relationship with Zhizhi is an exception. After our first phone call, I had no intention of trying again because I felt she was just looking for fun.

Unexpectedly, a week later, she called me first and we talked for half the night. I sensed she was lonely and wanted someone to confide in.

After we got to know each other better, I directly asked her, "You don't seem to be playing around on Line like everyone else. You're in a lot of danger."

She replied, "After talking to you for so long, I don't think you're a bad person! Maybe we can develop something else, let's wait a bit."

Something else? Sleeping together? Really? I had serious doubts.

About ten days before Christmas, Zhizhi asked me about my holiday plans. I said I hadn't decided yet.

"Are you interested in coming to America for Christmas? I have a house in Santa Fe and I'm planning to take a week
off."

I thought for a moment before asking, "Just you and me?"

"If you're bored, I have some friends there."

And so, Zhizhi and I decided to go to America for Christmas.

Her house was perched on a cliff, overlooking the Pacific Ocean and a beautiful beach. The weather remained rather cold, and the beach was usually sparsely populated with only a few people sunbathing.

For the first two days, we spent most of our time on the balcony with its floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking red wine, listening to music, and chatting. We also strolled around the neighborhood occasionally. We weren't like a couple, just like good friends. We didn't even have a passionate hug.

On the third morning, after getting up, I heard noises coming from Zhizhi's room. Listening closely, I realized it was a jumble of moans. My pre-existing erection, stimulated by the sound, became even harder.

I quietly walked to her room; the door was ajar. Peeking through the crack, I saw Zhizhi crawling on all fours on the large bed, and a blonde woman was having sex with her from behind. Yes, she was having sex with her. The blonde woman was wearing a black leather bikini bottom with a black dildo in the front, and the dildo was penetrating Zhizhi's vagina!

Within two seconds, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my hand instinctively reached for my already erect penis, rapidly stroking it.
They still hadn't realized I was staying outside, still engrossed in their fake love game. Who exactly was the blonde woman? What were Zhizhi's fetishes? Why wasn't Zhizhi making love with me, but instead with another woman? Didn't she invite me to America to sleep with me?

A thousand questions flashed through my mind. And I, too, continued masturbating.

We changed positions. The dark dildo was completely withdrawn, wet and sticky with Zhizhi's bodily fluids.

When it went back in, Zhizhi screamed, as if in great pain. The blonde woman slapped Zhizhi's buttocks hard with her palm, and her white buttocks quickly turned red. The blonde woman thrust forward forcefully, and Zhizhi screamed in pain.

I saw clearly now, the dark dildo was entering Zhizhi's anus, no wonder she screamed in pain. I gripped my hand tighter, and thrust even more urgently.

Zhizhi was still screaming, but she still ordered the blonde woman to hit her harder. The blonde woman not only spanked her buttocks but also grabbed Zhizhi's swaying breasts forcefully, a very SM scene.

In a moment of carelessness, I ejaculated, letting out a long, drawn-out cry—"Ah..."

Zhizhi and the blonde woman turned to look at me. The blonde woman paused, and Zhizhi cried out, "Don't stop! Harder! I'm going to die!"

The blonde woman seemed to be really pushing hard; the sounds of their bodies colliding were rapid and loud, mixed with Zhizhi's screams. Although I had ejaculated, I couldn't go soft and remained erect.

Finally, I collapsed as I watched Zhizhi being penetrated by the black dildo. The blonde woman knelt beside her, gently stroking her body; her dildo remained erect below her abdomen, looking very strange.

Zhizhi said, "Leave me alone, please!" She probably wanted me to leave for a while. Indeed, I
had violated their privacy. Looking at the small puddle of white semen on the floor, I let it be.

I stayed in my room.

In the afternoon, Zhizhi still hadn't made a move. I lay in the bathtub taking a hot bath, thinking about the scene in the morning, and couldn't help but get excited again. I closed my eyes, as if I could see myself kneeling behind Zhizhi, thrusting in and out, her movements just like hers.

Just as I was enjoying the fantasy, enjoying masturbation, Zhizhi entered the bathroom, wearing only a semi-transparent silk nightgown. She came in, took off her nightgown, and squeezed into the large bathtub.

"I'm a lesbian," she said.

"You've never liked men?" I asked.

"Never tried, so I want to try."

"With me?"

"With you!"

Without saying anything else, Zhizhi's hand was already in the water, holding my penis, like playing with a snake. Perhaps lacking real experience, her movements were not very skillful; there was some pleasure, but more pain.

I appropriately pushed her hand away. She should try to enjoy the pleasure a man gives her.

I had her kneel in the bathtub and used my fingers and tongue to tease her genitals from behind, making her tremble and moan incessantly.

I used my real, flesh-and-blood penis to bring her natural intercourse, a real lovemaking experience with feeling, warmth, and semen. I made love to her from the bathroom to the bedroom to the balcony to the kitchen to the living room, caressing her and holding her as we slept. This went on for three days.

We still see each other often and make love frequently. I know Zhizhi still has female companions, but less often.

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