2023.12

《羚羊飞渡》

一个自诩疯狂又浪漫的人，

却嫌弃并厌恶一切感性

和值得歌颂的勇敢行径。

总是尝试对抗世界

结果到头来发现问题的症结出在自己身上，

还没来得及歌颂和怒骂

就已经失去了力量。

《污染》

星星的碎片铺满了天空

金色的蜈蚣，血做的海。

地上的月亮 是你的痕迹 

我给星空讲笑话

它回赠了永恒的折磨 

当太阳再次升过树梢

你又如何有资格让我当面告别

2023.11

《胆怯》

做不到自私 仍然痛恨自己的善良

没有资格 也没有勇气占有

我有很强烈的控制欲 也足够强势阴暗

只是希望你幸福快乐 哪怕与我无关

没有阳光会死 不代表绿叶能拖累太阳

良知让我闭嘴转身 本能求我回头招手

家猫的幸福与否 我并不了解

驯服带来的后果 我可绝不承担

《过敏》

今天 我在这里再次向自己冲锋

酒精过敏 如何轻松自由

做不到冷血无情 又怎么多愁善感

还是靠鲁莽 求一个两败俱伤

《粘稠》

我听我说

爱上的是熟悉感 

是心安理得的敷衍

比起激流勇进 步步为营

熟悉的粘稠更危险

更容易熬煮肉身 

蚕食灵魂​

《扎根》

如何让玫瑰活下去 跟随自己

种在肩头 扎根心脏

用自己的血肉 让她茁壮

如血的颜色是瞳孔的形状

被利刃斩开的月亮才是宝藏

献祭自己的生命 被抽干 曝晒

被钉在藤蔓之中 用眼泪和汗水喂养

看她在鲜血中绽放

《遍体鳞伤》

诗人爱上月亮

是最正常不过的悲剧

注定的悲伤

是灵感的源泉

感谢她的阴晴圆缺

也拥抱自己 遍体鳞伤

《蟑螂板》

踩着同样被引诱而来的尸体走入迷宫

吃着剧毒的奖品死在正中 

只心疼抛弃掉的肢体

也嘲笑落后的弱者

被粘在板子上的害虫

看着近在咫尺的毒药

会不会羡慕还能自尽的白痴

又可曾嫉妒笑着死去的蠢货

《分解》

我想死在一个雨天

在高楼的天台上面

让雨滴编织的丧服

替万物加速我的分解

洁癖看什么都脏

我宣布对这世界过敏

失去了欺骗自己的能力

更无法证明存在的意义 

疼痛千百倍好过于虚无

像是无味无法战胜辛辣

僵尸末日之中你选择被咬 

但是亲爱的 那可不是演化

人群越是亢奋我等便越是孤寂

阻力只会增加 怒火却逐渐平息

The Leaping Gazelles 34/34

Symbiotic

In the center of the dimly lit basement hangs a white female body, uncovered. In the darkness of the surrounding area, where no other light source shines, a white light is reflected abruptly because of the illumination. In the temporarily quiet environment, the woman's sobbing and the twine around her wrists and the iron ring hanging down from time to time emitted a faint sound that echoed in the space. The man's steps towards the woman were decisive due to his light-hearted mood, and vibrated in the empty basement.

The twine was treated but still made the delicate skin sting, embedding itself deeper and deeper with each twist and struggle.

The light shining vertically down from within the incandescent lamp overhead exposed the body's owner's tragic experience. Deep teeth marks could even be seen on the shoulders and breasts of the battered body, and several palm prints were faintly visible on the buttocks, which were covered with shocking horizontal whip marks. The naked woman's head hung down in her cloak, and just now she repeatedly threw her head back and let out useless cries from the pain she couldn't bear. The delicate face that had been praised by countless men, women, and children in times past was now streaked with tears and drool, the whole body was in a state of disarray as it cried and shook from the crying and trembling that had just taken place, and the delicate little feet that stood up on tiptoe were not as white and clean as usual, but rather stained with filthy dust from dragging on the dirty floor of the basement. The helpless toes could barely touch the ground, not to mention dodging under the whip's attack, and even preventing it from being whipped into a spin was powerless. After the man got tired of playing with the long whip, he intensified his efforts by hoisting one of her legs off the ground, and replaced it with a loose whip to start taking special care of the more vulnerable parts from bottom to top. In the meantime the miserable and shrill wails and pleas for mercy were incessant, echoing in the empty basement with the sound of the blows to the flesh, lonely and desperate. The man looked at the camera he had set up in the distance, which was motionless and silently recording this beautiful and tragic moment, as if it were a bystander hidden in the darkness. Only the occasional flashing red light continued to encourage the man to intensify his violence.

The man released the woman before reaching the limits of her skin, a lack of movement but covered in sweat the man had only experienced first hand when he had a four hour tattoo on his own abdomen. The action of lowering the woman from the chains to the floor was like removing a box of china from a shelf, the man watched the person he had served for so long in front of him sit on the floor on her knees in a muddled state, trying to pretend to think to give the woman a moment of respite. In the spirit of the necessary process mentioned during the chat and the desperation and cold-bloodedness of being asked for a hundred times over, the man withdrew the hand that had been caressing her cheek into a slap and delivered it.

As one unexpectedly loud slap echoed through the basement, her face switched rapidly one at a time like a face change, unfortunately the direction of the change was too easy to predict. What started out as courage, focused eyes, tightly closed lips, cries of pain with anger and surprise gradually changed to, slowly lax eyes, a head that no longer quickly returned to its original position, an unshapely upper body, the color of her cheeks and her eyes turning red at the same time, and the animated and cute look that had long since disappeared swept away never to be seen, drooling out of place from the corners of her mouth, and tears trailing across her face in crooked circles. Once the mouth is not actively closed to be drawn up is no longer a crisp ringing sound, but dull and with a little shock inside the mouth. Slowly her head was on the verge of hitting the ground under the repeated blows, and with no thought of bracing her unencumbered arms, the man had to crouch down to move her cheeks into the semi-circular trajectory that was the most comforting for his own power. After a wash of the man's unconsciously eased efforts, he stomped the staggering woman to the ground. Collapsing backwards the woman didn't instinctively tighten her body to ensure her head landed slowly on the floor Instead it made a sound of collision with the floor, her legs still folded at her side as her kneeling position turned into a trip position, like a disgraced puppet left in the loft. Seeing the heaving chest and falling teardrops, the man put on his right boxing glove and sat down on the woman's face, face-first into the woman's body and began to use all kinds of props to treat the pleasure overload as punishment.

The left side of the woman's face was much warmer than the right, and this was evident in the skin of the man's buttocks. Suffocation and control were both stronger than humiliation for the woman at the moment, and with the interruptions and injuries of hard pressure and blows to the abdomen, the high-powered vibrations and the man's manually operated in and out of the toys working in tandem, the woman was being physically and mentally pounded even harder than she had just been. From the woman underneath her, who had just tried to push the man's arm away from her hips to the woman's active embrace of the man's arms, from the woman's hysterical state of oxygen deprivation, to the woman's raised hips and unusually active tongue and lips due to the toy's intervention, the man was pouring out his own knowledge of the sensitive parts of a woman's body. It was not necessary to listen to the woman's throat to feel her euphemisms, it was not necessary to focus on her eyes to see her twitching and spasming body rapidly approaching its limits, and it was not necessary to touch her to notice the dampness underneath the two of them. Watching the sweat that was about to gather into a stream on the woman's abdomen coalesce in her just-appearing waistline, he scanned the entire battlefield, thankful that the two were on the ground at the moment. The woman herself didn't realize that the jets of liquid were so massive and powerful.

Whether it was a pout that looked like a complaint but was actually a compliment, a refusal to back down, a moan from the bottom of her heart that she couldn't control or a genuine plea for it to end, an appalling affirmation, a heartbreaking cry, a righteous and unexpected metaphor or a serious expression of pain. Amidst the varied feedback and comments, there is also a plethora of cross-referenced videos and rehashes shared by those involved. Men enjoy polishing themselves into a weapon, a universal tool.

The cold dry touch is soft and warm with a little care, people do. This hot flesh underneath was even more so. "Welcome back to heaven and hell," he thought in his mind as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, filled with the spoils of this trip in the camera and in her mind.

Men had always enjoyed asking women about their softness, choosing to strip and fold them down on the bed after receiving either answer, seemingly gently securing their arms and legs behind them just for the moment of turning over, the shock of moving and fully exposed flesh to light and air unrivalled for both parties. Squaring each other's faces to let them witness the wantonness of their fingers, inviting them to listen to the sloshing of their own bodily fluids. Occasionally, a poorly controlled woman will be lifted directly onto the sink and invited to reacquaint herself with the female body once again with the full range of light behind her. The man would let the woman look at his own twisted and humiliated form at the moment, and again offer his hands and verbal teasing for the woman to personally acknowledge her enjoyment and otherworldly beauty at the moment. Men also enjoyed the feeling that they could manipulate their prey in front of them outside of the light with only their hands behind the scenes, murmuring and seducing in their ears was tried and tested, and the movement and kneading of their fingers could be felt as feedback from their taut backsides, the feeling of bullying the weak and vulnerable with the ready availability of information was the best reward of all.

Extremely fine red lines ravaged and spread in a haphazard manner across the delicate flesh in front of them, and the more natural and flawless the carrier was, the more shocking the scars became after a while. The woman was bundled perfunctorily into a folding chair as the man tucked in the gas mask's intake tube a little at a time. From the sharp contraction of the chest cavity to feel every inch of skin, every wrinkle, every hair is breaking out for the eulogy of life. He tossed the childish underwear of the woman on the back of the chair out of view and continued to enjoy pumping a stream of essence out of her to nourish his inner demons. Tirelessly using high-powered props, unleashing power and desire as if he wanted to try and squeeze something out of the person in front of him. The woman's head was buzzing, as if a small hammer was thumping on her temples, the veins and veins that she hadn't been able to see before were distinctly visible at the moment. The woman who had pushed her self-identified limits so long ago could now do nothing but pray that the pleasure overshadowed the fear that she was on the verge of death.

She struggled helplessly with her hands secured to the posts on either side of the bed, scared and embarrassed to stare down. Shaking her head and crying, choking and begging for mercy was only a catalyst for the man and would never soften him. Wearing black rubber gloves, he carefully held the sterilized medical needle in one hand, and with one hand he pinched the woman's nipple and pulled it towards himself. It was a horizontal shot to the sensitive and vulnerable pink bullseye. The scale on the follow-up clock gradually changed back to twelve, and even though her lips were bitten white, while the cold sweat on her forehead grew denser, there was no more resistance or fear than there had been at the beginning. Sucking blood, splashing alcohol in one fell swoop, the woman cried out directly. The man knew it wasn't that the minuscule pain at the end became the straw that broke the camel's back. He had tested it on himself many times, and in fact, unlike what he and most others had imagined, the piercing felt less like a pinprick and more like an ache. The exact level of discomfort wasn't even as intense as the clamps the man used to hold up the skin during his own piercings. The crying was instead a celebration as the tight nerves loosened and a charge for the next step in conditioning.

He pulled out the red HQ taser again, the infamous shape and color always breaking down a woman's defenses and making him twice as effective. Again, it was easiest to break through the expectations of yourself because of the contractions of the electric shock. That instant tightness and contraction was nothing compared to the bridge of uncontrollable quivering buttocks and roiling droplets of water. Tender and lean, pale and thin, so fragile a flesh and so strong a spirit, swaying under the incessant onslaught. Firmly gripped by sinewy arms around an impossibly thin waist, pressed dead against the side of the bed with furious thumps, cries and screams that didn't sound like they were being enjoyed but were in the style that the woman herself had demanded. He watched the woman beneath him struggling hysterically for help as a battered doll to be slaughtered, only feeling that this was the way to express his love in a way he hadn't seen in a long time.

The man continued to methodically carve, polish and color her body with various props. Finally, after the imaginary master had completed his masterpiece, he dropped his hands, let out a long breath and stepped back to admire it. Instead of covering the white cloth, he took out his camera to record the absurd and wretched beauty. With intent, he ran his hands over the bruises the woman had just created herself, as if the touch of his fingers on that skin had healed it. The man knew it didn't work, but understood that she felt it would bring the dead back to life.

The liquid of the coupling still lingered with her residual warmth. Since he couldn't say the words that rolled off his tongue, he simply shifted the biting of his teeth to her. The man enjoyed just as much pinning women down and grinding them, observing their struggles as they lay on their backs, firmly pinned down and overloaded with pleasure. He enjoyed then and afterwards hearing their demands to try again after expressing curiosity and mild resistance to the unknown and wonderful aches and pains coming from their deeper parts, the protests that seemed like complaints but were in fact compliments were also a source of pleasure for him. He preferred others to accept what felt like careful hunting and experimentation as opposed to something as lowly and instinctive as mating. For a long time he had tried to make himself look like this shell was meant to satisfy others.

After all these years he still always thought of that girl. Her silhouette was there in his bed and in his eyes and in his mind, even if the more thorough and twisted acts of possession were far more prevalent now than they had been then. The feeling of security and control over each other from the bottom of his heart was never to be regained.

　　

The man made a clockwise circle around the empty room, ending with the wallpaper looking like it had gone through a decade and the lights no longer bright. He had lost not only the right to attack a woman with his own offensive and shitty jokes, but the right to reenact the endless intimate positions he could think of when he closed his eyes. Leaving her accommodating and indulgent, his own advantage over the man who was potentially in his future was gone. Perhaps it was the difference between openness and the ability to blacken his hands that made him ashamed of himself for thinking such underhanded thoughts. He wanted to be as frank and sincere in his blessings as he said he was, but his heart was overdrawn with jealousy for the future, and he couldn't breathe with his own sins weighing on top of his chest.

He wanted to abuse himself, but had no courage or motivation. He despised more and more the hypocrisy of knowing mercy only to himself; he wanted to kneel, but felt no audience, and he could not bear it to himself. He prayed that time would heal the wounds he had left with his own hands, and hoped more than anything that they would never heal. He envied them for not needing to hide their desires and admiration, for their frank and passionate feelings, even if they sacrificed some of their dignity and left their flesh in pain, they must have been healthier, and they could look hopefully into their own purer souls. If only men could be brave enough to face themselves and stop repressing, he wouldn't have to play the role of a patient in a group of psychologically healthy people, the most normal one. In such a naked relationship are so entangled, then really face the feelings of how to be good. Wearing sunglasses is not enough to feel its light, let alone naked eyes looking directly at the sun.

To be continued

The Leaping Gazelles 33/34

Shackles

Years of emotional entanglements and encounters with different women have failed to make him stop, and the man refuses to admit his evil from the bottom of his heart. He considers all his escapades to be childish at best plus coldness, never mentioning that the heartlessness and cold-bloodedness he advocates equally drains the other person's emotions and makes the sensitive and fragile person he admires even more prone to self-doubt. Hypocritical and selfish, he'd had to hypnotize himself into thinking that his tolerance for certain things was just surprisingly low, which was the only way to rationalize his irritability and lack of patience, which could only be found in humans.

He'd walked in and out of those uncharted waters during the most productive decade of his life, still unsure of what he wanted. So he just drifted on while he still had the comfort of more time, choosing to fight his anxiety with wanderlust. If you really can't make a decision at the end of the day, you might as well let time help you eliminate a few answers. His fear of and resistance to love, marriage, and having children was groundless. The certainty of seeing those around him firmly on the so-called right path of no return. The man began to think about what he could leave behind, and the pain was still only the shallowest manifestation of the quest for authenticity. He didn't believe he could fight time in the world or in himself or in their minds, just the beauty of the moment was enough for a man to be satisfied in the present, or just do his best. Flesh can be beautiful because of its fragility, and feelings can naturally be romantic because of their sensitivity.

In one parting, he loses the ability to mock their harmless mistakes, and all hell breaks loose, and personally buries their opportunity to tolerate him. The versatility and uniqueness of each face makes a man thankful for what was once his good fortune and what is now their happiness. Was the praise and deep affection of the time a passing fancy, and in the midst of the sweet talk if a choice were really made, what difference would a man's position be compared to that of a stranger. Souls that wanted to complete their atonement through pain were everywhere, and men relied on searing them to punish themselves as well as to keep warm at the same time. In the long hours of contact, he had come to decide that a fire without combustibles was too small to be worth mentioning.

Maybe the man shouldn't have walked in the snow nine years ago when her car was in front of his own at the door several times, repeatedly fleeing the even colder warmth of the interior without looking back. Unable to convince himself that that guilt would end there he had to kill himself with his own hands every night before he went to bed and then reconstruct a whole new self when he woke up the next day. The demons in his head are also eloquent, and the fights and debates between them never stop. Feedback and advice from all kinds of friends around her are on the side of the demon, and the man is nothing more than a man who needs to take on the world and himself.

She is a masochist who is afraid of pain, he is a sadist who doesn't want to hurt others and wants to be a self-mutilator who tortures himself by hurting others. The man needs to fight himself with a non-existent hatred of the world and an outlaw hypnosis of himself, he needs to have a next level of aesthetics in order to rationalize the proposals of the demons in his head. He needs to sell himself on the fact that the two options of a muffled voice or a swollen throat he's given them to choose beforehand can be reached at the same time.

This particular mask, which was more than many, was only worn on special occasions only. He was glad he had this key to a special world, and even more glad he was here to heal himself and spread joy. Perhaps the hotel where he was staying that day was too empty and the corridors too quiet, and the man decided to rediscover the limits of this stranger's sonic range for a change. He was bummed that he forgot to explain the use of the safe word and had to start over after the meal. Looking at her sweat-dampened hair clinging to her skin, her hot, translucent red face, the deep eyes of the swirling lake that sailed past the fast boat. He couldn't bear to admit that this seemingly inspired safe word was one he'd actually induced no less than two-digit numbers to adopt.

More and more often, the man found that his behavior began to seek more than just visual beauty and a degree of possession; he began to wish that the pain of the flesh could be equally imprinted on the mind. It was probably the change in age that started him wanting to leave a mark, even if he was the only one in the world who could understand the meaning of it. He wasn't the only one inside that dream house, and there was also the occasional other man with a whip in his mouth while he stepped on the chain. Even another person could stand side by side with him and enjoy all this bashing and abuse with him. The most affectionate and romantic of them all, he is the best at leaving scars for others and himself, cooking up sin that is both fragrant and highly toxic. He hoped that one day someone would find himself in the palm of his hand, like an anchor in a ship that sinks together.

He needed this alternative way of expressing love, this pure mastery that could be distinguished from instinct. Maybe it was absolute power, maybe it was the brief relief that came from not needing to care about the other person, maybe it was the chance to block out that hesitation, maybe it was the bluntness that was all he needed to vent his anger until the end. Correction and severity may be too much in the face of praise and consideration. It was a similar conclusion that was actually easy to come to, yet it could easily shatter the pillars of his spirit. He began to yearn for the kindness and warmth that he was better at in his own right, that white mask was only easier for him sometimes when it was removed, and as long as it remained within reach it was enough to make him feel at ease.

The Leaping Gazelles 32/34

Patient

Stand still was a direct order from the man to the woman as soon as she entered the hotel door. She had also answered the man in what she thought was a cute and mischievous tone, unaware that it was also a behavior the man hated. And this was something that the man only found the opportunity to point out afterwards in a way that the woman would not forget.

The two of them have known each other for about a year, during which every day's sweet words were mixed with ambiguous aspirations for the circle, and finally under the tentacle's repeated temptations the woman proposed that she would like to experience a real conditioning. So there was the dialogue just now. The man glanced at the woman with eyes that were different from his usual ones, and the seven-year age difference was immediately felt different from the past, as if the man had already entered the state he had warned the woman about in advance.

Inside the hotel room near the door of the large wardrobe once open is a full-body mirror, the man just let the woman stand in front of the mirror without saying a word stripped naked, around the woman up and down to look more than once carefully observed a naked vibrant flesh. The not-yet-college-educated woman had long since received every appreciation for her appearance in front of cameras and at car shows, but still being observed with abandon by a man like this made her squirm unconsciously. She was just about to raise her arms to cover herself when she was instantly struck down by the man, the cold man in front of her not at all like his usual gentle and easy-going self, a cold machine alone in a dark corner not as warm as usual either.

Loss oneself also called him a teacher for so long, really human face. The woman thought so in her heart, the corner of her mouth began to slowly decline. The man was thinking about whether asking questions would damage his strong image, and worried about what stockings or high heels or other more photogenic clothes the woman had originally prepared.

The man then assumed the extremely low probability of missing the woman but with the slightest possibility of advance preparation, and he took the liberty of ignoring his curiosity. Putting on black rubber gloves, he scrutinized every inch of the woman's body without any regard for her emotions, a process that had nothing to do with desire or even forensic examination that sent shivers down the woman's spine. Before she could find the emotion in her blank mind, she was asked to kneel in the doorway of the bathroom and the man kept correcting her posture with his foot, she had started to whimper and tremble slightly under the humiliation that did not seem to communicate with a human being at all.

The occasional droplet of water dripped onto her back as the man bathed slowly and methodically, each subtle contact causing her to twitch involuntarily, it made her think about whether it was the same thing as watching her fellow slain animals splattered with hot blood in the slaughterhouse, the difference being that the liquid dripping onto her was now cold compared to the extra hot flesh. The thought that he had said he was in the habit of bathing in cold water was more than enough for her to conclude the man's perverted status deep down. After a long wait the man's feet appeared in front of her eyes, the feet that took up her entire field of vision barely moved but held her entire spirit. She was aware of the man's nonchalant drying of his body, and most abhorrent of all was the fact that he had used the woman's own body to dry his paws. When had she, who had been courted by all types of males since she was a child, ever been treated like this, she finally began to sob. It was at this point that the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the sink, the collar and the nipple clamps with bells hanging from them were gently placed on her body, only the hardness of the patch at her bum made the woman realize that there was still a whole good show yet to be played out between her wretched self in front of the mirror in front of her and the man behind her.

The man tugged on the chain and led the woman to crawl to the bedroom, crawling process of bell nipple clamps swing brought her sensitive parts of the pain and unexpected, pleasant sound of lewd, humiliating posture like a dog is not ushered in the resistance. The woman had just looked up to see a number of strange props spread out in a single line on the end bench of the bed, most of which she couldn't even imagine the purpose of from her current perspective, which made her extraordinarily nervous, as if she had entered the wrong exam room. After climbing onto the bed, the man had her lie on the edge of the bed with her hands grasping her ankles, a position on all fours that the woman couldn't even imagine, and just when she thought this was the pinnacle of shame, the man felt a large amount of liquid from her private parts. She herself couldn't comprehend when this crippling physical reaction had occurred, all she could see was the man displaying his already stretched fingers to herself, and the playful smile at the corner of his mouth was more than enough to make her feel ashamed.

It wasn't what the woman had imagined in her mind for her conditioning. She had originally thought that a slightly rough action coupled with a stronger command and at most a spanking would be all that was needed. But just now some unnamed props brought different sensations to various parts of her body, the soreness of her nipples, the tingling of her belly, the tingling of the soles of her feet and the shocking blackened pain on the inside of her thighs, not to mention the various negative sensations that seemed to be endless on her buttocks. And still she cried and begged for mercy when the stimulation of her most sensitive parts actually began. She didn't know how much longer the not-so-cruel pain was going to last, and she knew that the man wasn't even pushing, but the continuous pounding was as desperate as if it was going to last until the world ended. She couldn't imagine and wouldn't understand that this pure and naked torment and pain she felt akin to hatred was nothing more than the smoke that rose from the fire of the man's desire when it was doused with reason.

The trembling of the woman's lips and the uneasiness in her eyes were the best accolades for the man, whose inner peace was the thrill of having the bell sealed for forty minutes after being punched by a friend in primary school, only to have his revenge succeeded immediately after class. Childish but brilliant. 

Hearing that the hotel was first renovated from a hospital, the classic old building blackened on the outside as if it had been burned was wild and sexy, and wondered how many stories had heard in the state of hospitals and hotels. The answers that bubble up without hearing the questions are the gas that fills the room at the moment, just as suffocating without a spark to set it off. The woman hesitates intermittently between denial and pandering to choose which path to take, and the man is purposely delaying dessert, wanting to see where the woman's bottom line really lies. He knew that even his slow and stupid self could come up with an answer to this moment's performance, and how could a smart and sensitive woman not recognize this clumsy delay. They were both waiting for the other to take the lead or surrender, the difference was that the passive man had a huge advantage at the moment, he could switch himself freely between the sharp edge and the flower at any time, always ready to jump to another track.

The world's beautiful things more and more, can belong to their own less and less. How to grasp the happiness man has actually always possessed an answer to the question, he does not want to choose the path that just seems uninteresting. He wants to leave marks, scars in their hearts through sharper edges and weirder behavior. The thorn deep in his heart was both a gift and a punishment, and he wanted to always have the ability to unleash it out, to prey on and imprison the weak with it with abandon.

The man made her roll over into a pout on the edge of the bed, youthful and rapidly burning flesh radiating a heat that was hard to ignore. The least the equally humiliating maneuver could do was bury the woman's head in the fluffy bed, but in the course of this rolling over the woman discovered a number of unused props at the end of the bed. In addition, the fluids she had just built up in that position were running down her thighs as she rolled over The woman didn't know if the process wasn't over yet or if she was enjoying herself even more hysterically, all she knew was that as the wax oil dripped down her bum and back she cried out what a man wouldn't expect to be called. No one know if it was a hallucination or not, but the man behind her paused for a moment before continuing to pour out his hot malice, and the change in position made the next props more readily used.

The woman couldn't remember how long her arse and paws had been ravaged by the switching methods, she dimly heard the man ask something and just before she could answer she was pulled up from her kneeling position by the man's grip on her hair. The man locked her neck and gently told her she could let go of screaming next. The woman's lower body was suddenly plunged with a finger, and with the chokehold and the stirring inside her she went into overdrive too quickly. In a haze the bells on her chest and the vaguely aching sensations on her body mixed as if to merge with the ragged panting of the man behind her, and she let out a sobbing moan as she squeezed her eyes shut, losing herself in pounding after pounding. Her hips nearly broke the man's fingers to accommodate the punctuated touches. Of the many hysterical or wan and lilting voices, the woman was the one most likely to read pleasure in the pleas for help, and the smile at the corner of the man's mouth had absolutely no chance of disappearing, only to remain aroused.

Don't know how long it lasted, but the woman only remembers that she was a reef on the beach being washed over and over by the angry sea, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change the impact of those damned millions of years to the point of death. She remembered her screaming and repeating refusals and heartfelt caterwauling that were not honest to the ear, she remembered all the parts of her being rubbed repeatedly by large hands, she remembered her clenched paws that kept rocking in the air, she remembered her neck being squeezed in a death grip that made her blood rush upwards with desire and excitement, she remembered her tightly arched posterior and occasional twitching thighs, and she remembered the man's firm muscles pressed up against her, and she more than anything else, she would never forget the gesture of the man rampaging through her as if with hatred.

The collar with the name of the woman's dog laser engraved on it at great expense had become a noose, the other end of which was naturally in the man's hand. He held the lower half of the woman's body rigidly to the side of the bed, while her shaking and swaying upper body was completely handed over to the collar where the bell that made a clear and pleasant sound was hanging. The woman who had just expressed her love for the sound was now struggling with the lack of oxygen and pain, pulling feebly at the collar with her hands that could no longer hold up the bed, and the irregular sound of the bells had now turned into an urging note ringing continuously in the woman's ears. The man who had wrapped the chain round and round his wrists from the start watched as his hands began to turn purple before withdrawing the noose of death, and instead attacked the woman's unintentionally mentioned weakness of poor flexibility. Compared to the suffocating and suppressed wails from a moment ago, the woman's clear voice finally came into use as her legs were pressed apart with force. From under the tight skin because of the external force was straightened and revealed tendons visually gave the already pleasing flesh a more sublime sense of beauty, and after the force after the stiff limbs also gave the man to send force to provide a more convenient and intuitive trajectory of movement.

A sound of collision and a burst of groans, the two were covered in body fluids intertwined, the room temperature slowly rose, the love and lust in the air gradually reached its peak, the two naked and harmonious flesh entwined with each other caressing each other. The woman didn't know when her expression became sublime and blissful, all she knew was that this time was different from the past, and the man holding her was different from others. All she could do was cherish the good times now and silently look forward to the next time when pain and pleasure would both come. And this mind-blowing possession and appropriation was the first but wouldn't be the last, the inescapable pain so real and authoritative and equally trusting and desperate, the sweetness and agony this man wrapped around her gave her suited herself better than the process of conditioning she'd conceived in her own mind. Once one voluntarily jumps into the abyss, the nightmares from then on are naturally transformed into beautiful dreams.

At the end of the bugle call, the woman's back sank completely onto the bed and the long, happy cry from her mouth felt like a sharp and vicious arrow piercing right through a weak spot in the man's armor, giving the best possible ending to the only standing warrior on the battlefield.

The lustfulness of the process and the satisfaction of the end were all planned, and what the man could not imagine was that all the humiliation was like pouring ink into the sea, which was even the opposite of what was imagined in the woman's deathly resistance. The woman's malicious conduct did not provoke any resistance, but on the contrary, the woman's clinical behavior made the man a bit overwhelmed. After abandoning her reserve at a later date with incredible energy, the woman's repeated pleas turned into glass beads that bounced off the ceiling above the two men's heads, leaving a more complete memory before the sound faded away. The already unbearable seal was torn off before it could hit the ground and was blown skyward by the hurricane brought on by the demon swooping out from within the magic box. The man was completely unprepared for her self-inquiry regarding speech to be so forthright, the sharpness of the words used made the man cringe, not only did she have animal gestures but she also mimicked animal grunts, her exuberance simply appearing out of nowhere as if she was triggered by a special condition. Even the two men who viewed the video afterwards were repeatedly shocked. Thanks to her modelling career, the words written on her forehead, buttocks and inner thighs were not something she hadn't heard from netizens. But there was something so proud and even a hint of sweetness in the way she snapped and flipped the photos in turn to ask the man what they meant. The man appreciated from the bottom of his heart that she was so open and expansive in front of the camera that even the fledgling mainland film industry couldn't hope to match. She naturally worked harder in the later stages of getting used to the camera following her.

On her birthday, the man dressed her in a K9 suit. The way that slender and flawless flesh looked after having its limbs folded was shocking. Crystals dripped from her gagged mouth, but the woman's eyes were already swirling with longing. She crawled crookedly across the carpet, the bells on her body more alive than ever, her almost brand new limbs insufficient to support her well enough to stand, and her touch-and-fall stance didn't stop her tail from wagging. The look was alive with the same awkward adorableness as when the man had first dressed the cat he had bred so long ago with his then-girlfriend.

With her arms and legs folded and immobilized, the whole thing could only crawl on the ground on her knees and elbows, and the skeleton gag stuffed in her mouth kept drool dripping down, while her tail behind her worked harder and harder in the air. Both men sighed in their minds at the ingenuity and science of the design, the forced forked limbs and collapsed waist seeming to the men's eyes to reveal the stunning proportions and visual impact of the creature in front of them from every angle. Trembling flesh and sinuous curves coupled with the ambiguous atmosphere and overlooking mentality makes her crazy for it. From the woman's eyes, the man's eyes at this moment were majestic and revealed pity, his image was tall and oppressive. She involuntarily bowed her head and crawled to the man's feet to begin her allegiance. The man naturally crouched down and stroked the woman's head at this point. She expressed her own delight and enjoyment with the counter-topping of her head, and with the restraints removed from her mouth, her oral cavity was equipped with a more forthright way of expressing her love other than a low hum. After all, her favorite master was right next to her mouth, and she did eschew human posturing for a more bluntly animalistic declaration of freedom at the moment. A man who was no longer sensitive to smell could read love in the message that was emanating from the underside of his nose, which was the woman's head, at this moment. She is not playing a role at this moment, but rather catering to her deepest instincts from the heart.

The unintelligible sounds coming out of the squashed and distorted mouth of the man who had stomped his paws on her small face in the crotch in one of the most common positions in the animal kingdom were worth more than a sea of oaths and a thousand words. The metal cuffs and chains were highly prized for their lack of warmth yet again, the man pulling at any possibility of slamming her against himself, stepping her wretched cheeks into the mud before the woman's vindictive screams and cries pierced her own eardrums.

The sounds the leather made in the struggle were partly desperate as she hung from the door, her dangling limbs unable to stop the toy from burrowing and exploiting her to her limits. Watching the frigid leather, usually reticent to others, radiate passion and desire from within, the man was tempted to withdraw from the fray, believing that he should be as spectator to the near-perfect picture as the video camera set up on the floor. He was already having a hard time explaining to the woman who offered her loyalty that his occasional delays and procrastination did not

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Discipline

Her gestures of prickliness and rejection without even trying are annoying to men, and she initiates provocations but repeatedly backs down. Combined with a persona that blamed the entire male population for the problem, this certainly all added to the man's annoyance and went down in the bookkeeping process. His secret determination to punish the woman with pain that she would never be able to touch or experience, an absurdly secret power-up that did nothing but add to the man's inner depression and irritation.

By the time patience burns out, which comes sooner than expected, the man has turned the woman's identity into an enemy. Although the mode of getting along will not change, every subsequent attack will be one of vengeance rather than service.

This is the usual trick of a man's inner self-regulation, and a common tactic he uses against the world. As long as he declares war in advance, he will not be betrayed or let down, yet he himself cannot do effective attack or isolation, and in the end, he suffers this conflict and depletion himself.

Why she enjoyed being pinched and suppressed by a man after being immersed in a star-studded environment for so long was simply a classic case of psychology, and the man had no desire to understand the reason behind it. He had put his energy into something other than work and love, the things that really mattered. He reads and writes, he uses the models in his neighborhood exclusively as photographic props, he breeds strange reptilian pets and enjoys debating and philosophizing. Exactly which of these lights the candle that drives the moths crazy, neither he nor the woman knows. He knows she's willing to burn, and that's enough. It wasn't that he left them behind to enjoy the exertion, it was just that it was like a desperate man after modern medicine had pronounced death would inevitably throw himself into the midst of metaphysics like witch doctors and traditional medicine. He needed an antidote, an anchor point, as well as poison and chains before the typhoon.

The girl's one-second delayed entrance into the theatre was always precise enough to make the man temporarily double his punishment internally, and perhaps this was indeed a tried-and-true tactic for the self-proclaimed pain lover in the future. It could also be the antecedent of the man just so unknowingly having an extra point of anger, so it seemed that he was the one programmed, the robot, to be modified.

The collisions, fights, and trysts with the little bastard had left the man ludicrous and exhausted. It was more like trying to learn to play guitar and paint than fight or write poetry, and the lack of results always gave him pause. The provocations were subdued but not in the way the man wanted them to be, the angel underneath the pretty girl's exterior was a demon, and she hadn't changed nearly as much as the man had under her tutelage. Simply a millstone for the man's mind and a headache for him, the man can't even imagine without reading the diary that he has subconsciously decided that sentimentalizing with love is almost the only way out.

With a superior head-to-body ratio accompanied by low body fat, she was bound to fear the twine. The chiseled and superiorly defined body in turn lends itself to leather and straps that are pleasing to the eye. Every time a man wants to give up polishing he thinks of her grace and confidence on camera, the convincing glamour and trust in herself. Especially after the woman began to learn to dance, the stretching of the limbs and narcissism brought about by the talent to make her in the beginners stand out from the rest. It was inevitable that a man would enjoy the occasional pestering by a young girl of such condition, only with tenderness and accommodation added to the old ruthless and cold-blooded pattern. Not being a military dog, it was perhaps true that complete obedience was not necessary. After all, it wasn't all anger that needed to be vented; it was just as possible to suffocate her with affection, leaving her immobile and miserable.

Once a man finds that simply looking up at the stars or standing on the balcony with her blowing the sea breeze is still comfortable, he realized that he also fell into the other side of the same tenderness woven into the trap. The woman becomes infected by the man and learns to rub up against him with her words and soul, catering to his strange and unreasonable rules. Sincerity always catches a man off guard, as if he were facing a surrendered enemy, and always loses its sense of amusement. The cold prison he had built with malice and narrow-mindedness seemed awkward and narrow in front of the warm and soft castle she had created.

Luckily, once certain topics were talked about, the state of being the first to deny them without trying to understand was really hard to respect. The behavior of being curious yet not trusting the man's evidence and information always instantly grated on his nerves. After all, there was nothing he could do to prove anything to anyone outside the circle, so he had to be patient and analyze it plus pretend to be dismissive. In just a few weeks, the man felt that the love debt he owed for more than ten years in his life had been paid off, and even the world owed him a lot. The boiling hatred and irritation could burn for a long time.

The fidelity and permanence she always mentions is also impractical in the eyes of today's men, and because men deal with it and question it so much, the woman wants to prove herself all the more, like the woman's depletion of men applies to herself as well. The experience of leaving the soul behind is impractical, but it's enough for a man to find catharsis. He doesn't mind hiding kindness, he doesn't mind exercising more intimate emotional contact in the name of master and servant, and he doesn't mind at all that he looks like one more victim of a torture trial. Anyway, the action of revitalizing the muscular man trend in the country has been widely acclaimed, might as well completely refresh the limits of all women's tolerance for the weak. Whether he had left behind nourishing the flesh with the spirit and transformed it into expressing the spirit with the flesh, he simply couldn't tell the difference.

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Infections

The man who had just returned from a business trip and grabbed his props and drove to the appointment looked at the stylish and beautiful model in front of him and sighed at the good fortune of having so many good things happen to him, from the photo shoots to the appointments that were cancelled due to changes in schedules for all kinds of reasons, and now joining in with the flirting experience that she had initiated, although this type of situation was not without precedent but the frequency was very low indeed. Perhaps this is one of the benefits of a man who does not hide his various hobbies on his social media, after all, the mysterious and daring persona is still very appealing to women who are still in the waiting period and want to try it out.

The man who set up the studio at the B&B watched the naked woman lying on her side on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and looking at her curiously, and was excited by the thought of what the room would be filled with in a few moments. This did not affect the man's photographic process, and he followed the planned procedure to the end.

The woman sat in the chair and looked at the photos that had just been imported from the man's laptop, marveling at the glamour of the lighting and the man's creativity, and naturally, her own outstanding appearance. The woman massages the muscles in the man's shoulders and neck as she watches the process of sifting through the photos with him, and before long she loses interest in looking at the photos and requests that the battleground be shifted upstairs to the bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and watching the man set the scene plays out again, this but this time the props are more simple and crude. The woman sat on the edge of the bed with her hands propped back on the bed, her smooth, slender calves hanging over the edge as she cocked her head in anticipation of the photographer in front of her, who had been very professional just moments before, to turn into the devil of bad taste that the man himself had described in his own words.

As the lights were replaced by candlelight, the man turned his back on the woman answering her questions less and less frequently. Finally, when he turned back he had put on a white mask. It was an indescribable face, the only thing visible at a glance of the entire mask were the empty eyes showing, the seriousness and lack of mood swings making even the man uncomfortable in himself when he looked in the mirror. And what took the ascetic nature of the gesture to the extreme was the index finger that the man ignored the disappearance of the nice curve at the corner of the woman's mouth and stood directly at the lips on his own mask. The candlelight behind the man's back allowed his shadow to take up most of the space in the room, naturally covering the woman as well, and without explaining what the strangely shaped belt he held in his hand was, he walked towards the woman whose posture was no longer relaxed. The significance of the spider gag was that its exaggerated shape would result in a mouth that couldn't be closed, drooling if you weren't paying attention, and a facial aesthetic that you didn't have to look in the mirror to know must have been ruined. The man then secured the terrified woman's hands and feet together with a bondage kit, listening to the creaking sound of the high quality leather equipment under stress was one of the man's turn Ons, the irregular but predictable sound seemed to slowly tighten the man's invisible clockwork.

The new hotel this time did not have a towering stance or ornate and extravagant décor, the only redeeming feature instead was a single extinguished street lamp by the car park, its shadow reflected on the wall in the shape of a scythe when viewed from within the dimly lit room. A small, white nose gave the currently expressionless face a slightly cute flavor, short black hair that was so neat it looked like it had just been trimmed fell straight down, every now and then revealing a neck that was long, slender and fit to be spread out over the palms of her hands, and the shoulders that were connected to it were so thin and white that one didn't have to make any effort to imagine fingerprints being made by squeezing them themselves. Her eyes were deep and melancholic, ignored only because of her love of laughter, and her occasional quiet look was not stagnant like the others but the loneliness that comes from being disconnected from the world. So the man, unable to bear the sight, thoughtfully placed her in a position of shame so that the drool that flowed from her mouth, which was forced to be propped open, marred the sadness that came with her.

She was then secured to the bed with ropes restraining her limbs. The subtle sound of the metal of the bed's iron frame rubbing against the twine was not easy to ignore in the extreme silence. The woman could feel the shadows of men moving back and forth across the room even when she was freshly blindfolded, and the anaesthetized patient on the operating table waited for the surgeon to disembowel her. With the flickering of the candlelight and the gradual synchronization of breathing, the skin exposed to the air did not feel cold but gradually warmed up.

Between this is a taste and entertainment, the man in the next process of conditioning and not how to mobilize the pain nerves of the woman who can not move in front of her, or else by virtue of her this one meter high upwards of the low temperature wax oil drop are struggling on the bed, the man is afraid that no matter what, his hands will be tied. Luckily that didn't mean that the man didn't have the means to make the minority film and television department flower in front of him who had stood himself up three times pay for it, he was determined to make her forget herself for the rest of her life. She wasn't the first woman to have her mouth propped open to call a man a treasure, and it wasn't the first time he'd realized the variety of his hobbies and alternative romances.

The woman didn't understand why the man had put down those chilling weapons and just taken a marker and scribbled on himself, or why he had unwrapped several packets of medical equipment and propped open his eyelids and hooked his nose and spread his lips when he already had the gag that was causing him to drool so profusely. It wasn't until the man grabbed her by the hair and walked her over to the floor length mirror that the woman saw the unexpected and unfamiliar image she now had. Remember when the woman saw the mess in front of her eyes in an unknown place, by the school classmates touted as a big girl's self actually also fell into the current appearance, this shocking image directly let the woman stop thinking. The woman's features were all stretched out by the strange equipment, the small delicate nose was hooked upwards like a naughty male student imitating an animal in primary school, a pair of clear and gentle eyes were also stretched to the maximum by the stretcher that had never been seen in the hospital, and the mouth that had made her proud was similarly stretched to the limit. Eyes that hadn't been lubricated since moments before were now bloodshot, looking in horror at their strange yet familiar selves in the mirror. The exposed gums and teeth were unexpectedly horrific, there was still drool on her chin from her own saliva, and even a small amount of it had dangled above her very full, strung out breasts. And the words that the man had just taken a pen to write were reflected in the mirror, and although it was difficult to make out after the reversal but the woman could still probably make out that they were the worst and most mischievous terms that could be described for a woman. The woman lost guesses as to how the others would react to such a sight, and it was then that the man took the camera in one hand and choked her with the other, leaving a memory that would be hard to replicate.

The woman could feel the man' spirits behind her through her trousers, and she also felt that the image in front of her was distorted but also had an otherworldly beauty to it, a bleak and desperate tarnishing effect that made her wonder if she had originally had such a side to her as well. Just as she had begun to scrutinize the various types of profanity written on her body, the man dropped the camera and picked her up. The woman never remembered being picked up in this position, though she could imagine that she might have experienced it when she was two or three years old; after all, there was nothing new about the position of an adult with a child. The woman's shame, which had just faded a little, rushed back into her brain, and blushing to the point of redness she watched her tall figure become petite as if by magic. The door was wide open while being held by the man's chest, the legs that were raised above the man's arm were spread to the extreme, and the private parts that were being displayed as if they were exhibits could easily take the focus of the eye. There were overly literal and blunt markings on various sensitive parts of the body, especially the ones that could only be seen from this angle nowadays that were maddeningly blasphemous. Yet none of that compared to the slightly open bullseye that was plainly a very excited welcome to the entrance of the lower body. She couldn't help but reach down to her bottom and gently touch herself. Even the man didn't guess her move, although the camera was put down, but his head is still on top of the gopro that flashes red light from time to time, obviously this woman is now beginning to enjoy the role that she represents in the mirror, she began to play or take off the disguise.

As the moments continued to flow into the camera and the memory card began to grow verbose, the man fought the weak-legged woman back onto the bed and after removing some of the expanding props used his own fingers to begin to baptize the limp woman in front of him from the inside out. Just as he dropped the new toys and condoms on the bed himself, the long limp woman struggled to sit up again and pressed the barrier that the man was just about to tear down, using his own hands to tenderly and forcefully spaced out. The man was just about to explain that it was all to make the toy safer and more hygienic when he heard that the woman wanted to hold the line because she had only found a boyfriend two days before.

A pot of cold water was thrown over his head and the man immediately retreated as he slowly backed away debating how to finish what he started. At the same time, he was angry and at the same time thought of the woman may not want to once again cool initiative, but also to help themselves to solve the goodwill and the arrow on the string still have instant calm willpower. Of course, he was also thankful that he hadn't left any marks today, the special marker pen could be almost erased on the spot with a little cleaning, which meant that there hadn't been too many slip-ups today as of now. So after repeated determination, the man continued to put into the battlefield, like a gentleman again using all kinds of props to eliminate the woman's regrets, looking at the rare tide blowing body in front of but untouchable, the man lamented that he is the object of being tempered.

The two sweated like rain, the man still has the right to wipe sweat and fan, while the woman can only endure. Regaining her sight she stared dead in the face of the man looking down, his palm pressed on her neck, his fingers in her mouth . Her lower body switched rapidly between vacuum and fullness, playing the pleasure together with her own voice. Hot cheeks she narrowed her eyes were she was going to imprint him, the man, into her mind before she went up in smoke before she hit the ground hard. Unlike the dissuasion during the charge, at this point the man was just trying to write as much as he could about his understanding of the game using himself as the pen and the women as the paper. As for if they viewed the subsequent development, the man did not interfere.

The principle of adherence is a hundred times more important than the carnal desire, the man can only Q spirit in the heart to curse the woman's slightly red and swollen private parts and covered with obscene words by the boyfriend who personally came downstairs to pick up and drop off found, although the woman sent a congratulatory message after the fact that despite the thrill but still safely back to the dormitory and completed the cleaning. That was another good guy card for the man, not the first time this cursed pedantry had struck, and even he knew it wouldn't be the last.　

As his comrades around him either reached their stations or fell or surrendered, the man heard the comments about his youth finally fade away. And with it came the openness of those around him and the sudden attention thrown by the younger crowd, and the man disliked the age gap. He considers himself to be a man of refinement and a man of indifference, but he is sensitive to the longing that radiates to him from those who are ignorant, and the ease with which he is looked down upon is so unpleasant that it can even irritate him. It's funny, he hoped that his weirdness could attract his own kind, but he didn't hope that it was just this difference that aroused the curiosity and prying eyes of others.

The toothpick bird that was uniquely his, the one that would only starve itself to death remained nowhere to be found, and he had clearly been sewing his beak shut looking for her for far too long.

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Confrontation

In an environment where ugliness thrives, an older man and a younger girl couldn't be a more clichéd pairing.

However, the world is still so vulgar and wonderful that the young, beautiful and fearless model sinks into a relationship that is bitter and false before it even begins for reasons that men cannot understand. Her obsession with dancing, her love of photography and her immediate excitement to scream after being called a maid are all traits that make sense as if they were edited by the man himself. Perhaps it was because men were so used to blandness and boredom that the presence of a woman who could so easily arouse their own boredom and excitement was conspicuous. As if there were only a few men who didn't care about her cuteness and sexiness in the eyes of a woman, both of them hypnotized that they had met a special person.

Since the initiative was entirely in his hands, and since the beautiful moth in front of him had been repeatedly provoked, he certainly didn't mind showing off his skills. The man in the future would not know how helpless he would be if he thought of his self-involvement starting with his trust in himself. Perhaps to say will be regretful, deep down also thankful that there are still people willing to use youth and true heart to exchange and his sinking and degeneration.

From the beginning of the two similar to the tone of academic discussions, and then later intentionally specific description. Beginning with photography and then in the depth of English learning, until the end of the slowly ambiguous breath. The woman from the hands and feet, a hit and then immediately defeated by the man to do the demonstration of behavior, each time the study is completed when about to leave the man will be her eyes become out of focus, flooded with love is also enough to make her home on the way to the wolves. He knew her body far better than she did herself, and the experience left from years of conditioned combat was a complete downgrade for her.

Many a companionable walk in the sea breeze saw the two walking together, staggering back and forth and laughing. The two talkative people missed the silence of their time together, and the constant flow of love within them was all jokes and attacks when spoken. Long-lost points of light floating in the back garden of the hotel brought back fragments of the man's own extremely young life. The fireflies in his mind that no longer glowed when they were shrouded in the palm of his hand were hidden in the depths of his mind along with the memory of the hand that he couldn't let go of. Childish and impulsive, she had always aroused a part of the man's anger that he was accustomed to suppressing, but at the same time, she also recalled the beauty of the time when she was reckless and bullying. Years of collision and friction are not the man's own credit, so uncultivated woman is indeed a man brought great pressure.

It may be that the concert, a future date already set, made the poorly pursued woman even more courageous, and she chased the man under the hotel for the umpteenth time, trying to complete the final push with her body. Usually when taking pictures the man has only witnessed her professionalism and conditioning as a model, but this first time in a private space to see a carefully selected and fully armed woman's pride, the impact is more concrete and mind-blowing. The woman's wry smile was a guess at the man's reaction and compliment, what she didn't realize was that the man was just habitually betting himself on whether he would guess the volume she had folded.

Once again the woman was both disappointed and satisfied as the man simply promised to consider her request, with no application at all to the outfit that the woman had not only paid a great deal of money for but had been equally determined to buy and wear. Once again, he had stood the test, only the decisive attitude made the woman begin to doubt her own charms. With the woman in his favor, speeding is driving on automatic, requiring no precision in conception or operation, simply stepping on the accelerator is exciting enough to get to your destination. And because the woman inexplicably ran away from home, the man had to have lived for nearly a year in the hotel room for twin beds, this persistence is the man's persistence, but also the last straw that crushed the woman. Nearly a year later, one day, the woman gasping for breath and stubbornly red-faced and intermittently said is this moment, she identified the quality of the man. How could she have known that it was an evil and sublime compulsion, not a transcendent moral standard?

The man had been convinced of his own benevolence up to this point, and it was natural for him, as a being a few years older, to consider the result of the inevitable separation of the two of them at the end of the business trip. Not to mention the fact that he has been helping the woman prepare for her exams, and after the woman leaves the country their relationship will become foreign again, and the man still has a hard time with these two words. He doesn't trust the woman, and he doesn't want to trust himself.

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Music

This time the woman was still eccentric, unlike the previous experiencers who only wanted to go through the formality of experiencing this niche and mysterious culture safely and simply, she was unusually precise about her preferences, so her requests were even specific enough to make her seem like a seasoned hobbyist. Men have always appreciated people with clear goals and strong plans, so the self-proclaimed scientific far-left theorist didn't question many of the woman's strange metaphysical ideas.

He drove her to what he considered to be a very quiet hotel as per the woman's request and did his best to set up the environment in such a way that there were no unwanted noises, as the woman described it. Her curvaceous body was revealed under a hip-hugging dress, and her modest but healthy lace underwear was exposed to match her heels and stockings. She gathered her long hair and looked directly at the man, her mouth slightly open, containing her own claim to be unrivalled in her ability to be pampered. Slightly restrained on the soft side of the bed, she sat obediently on the edge of the bed, slowly closing her eyes tightly and refusing to ever open them again. The behavior didn't mean nervousness or fear, but as she said herself letting the voice be the only message that could enter her heart. The woman had a long, solid-tinted dress, her beautiful collarbone resting squarely in place, the material of the dress seeming to be transparent and slightly reflective. It was just as if it had wings hidden under the dress, and the moment it spread its wings was bound to be mesmerizing. The man was glad that not many people had seen it, and neither had the woman.

He pulled the woman into his arms and helped her remove all of her clothes, there weren't a lot of very well-behaved people throughout the process, but a woman who was as undisturbed a doll as she was certainly something the man found very refreshing. The woman was still impassive as the rough twine cut across and imprisoned her delicate skin, and the man's intentional and unintentional finger touches to sensitive areas and rough gasps against the neck and behind the ears during the bondage process didn't get any strong feedback either. But just as the woman had said, the moment the blindfold was put on, the man could detect the woman's snorting begin to intensify and her body begin to sway. It seemed that the seeming candlelight from earlier was still interfering with the woman's senses. For the same sensation, the man also switched off the light, and the moment the interior light was switched off, a portion of the heat on his skin also disappeared in an instant.

In the man's words the woman's argument was that the world bombarded the poor man like an information overload, so the blindfold was not restricting her, but rather unsealing her. The man wasn't so sensitive to sound, so he just assumed that the woman's mind at the moment was in the pure information analysis mode of the matrix, efficient and straightforward. He was rarely at a loss for words, feeling like he'd entered a lab being visited unannounced for an experiment he hadn't prepared for, and although the woman had expressed several sound preferences but not as blunt as the kind that hated vibrating props, the preferences the woman spoke of were apparently a little hard to mimic for this box of ferocious weaponry. After a few short attempts, the man found no positive feedback coming from the sound of the loose and long whips swinging through the air or the red marks hitting the woman's body and seeing that half of the regular props in the treasure chest had already been used, the man picked up the spiked wheel in a somewhat desperate attempt. As expected, the strange sound effect of the nail wheel turning must have attracted the attention of the woman in the bed who only had hearing left, and she finally shuddered the moment the cold and sharp nail wheel touched the woman's skin. The man began to run the nail wheel over the woman's body, he even wrote a couple of frivolous nicknames behind her back, and as the woman's long overdue reaction in the man's mind densified, the man deliberately and without gentleness kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

He moved slowly across the bed, the soft mattress undulating under the man's weight, which caused the woman to float in the waves like a helpless boat. He got down and began to lick up the woman's ears, feeling her involuntary squirming beneath him as the man grabbed the ropes around her and flipped her into a front facing position. The twine that had just been pulled by the man went deeper outlining the woman's delicate figure also embedding slightly flushed flesh at the same time as the man got out of bed and pulled out a secret weapon that had been specially upgraded for the day.

As soon as the new bell combination came out, its identity was completely exposed to the woman's ears. The man put the collar and nipple clamps on the woman before lifting her legs up, placing his own knees under her hips which were already completely suspended in the air and pulling her ankles in front of himself to attach another set of anklets to each one of them, a set of bells that were as delicate and sensitive as the woman was now but not raucous or shrill. The next moment the man noticed that the woman who had been silent had turned out to be already muddy as well, he deliberately sniffled twice in the air, and instead of reaching for the crudely straight props he looked to the seldom seen quill.

As the bells gradually began to ring, the woman began to muffle and occasionally moan as if she was actually being continuously stimulated in a sensitive area, and the amazing sight in front of him was an eye-opener for the man and even a little bit out of place. It could be the presence of the bells repeatedly reminding the woman that her legs were raised and spread apart, it could be the nipple clamps hanging from her nipples again indicating her excitement and sensitivity, it could be the collar around her neck again symbolizing her passivity, in any case the woman's feedback began to satisfy the man. He guided the woman to her knees on her stomach, not choosing to hold the chains but instead ringing the last accessory of the bell set, the woman crawled to the man's feet listening to the ringing of the bells, although she was still unaware of it yet she must have inwardly looked forward to the pleasures that would come from this last piece of the puzzle.

Just like that, the woman listened to the sound of the man's bare feet walking on the carpet to crawl exactly to his feet, the submissive and clingy gesture reminded the man of the cat he had had before, especially with the tail that was just worn standing up. This new style of tail could not only stand up but also the rare double insertion style, with two additional ingenious bells at the top that would make a sound with even the slightest movement. At this moment the sound in the visual normal man's ears also still become a hint of alien, is the tunnel of the empty, is the two of them deep in the universe of this stage in the center. The familiar touch and exclusive shape of the mouth was a hook in the mouth of a fish in a shallow pool, and the man lustfully backed away occasionally so that the woman had to stagger on her knees to catch up. The rounded hips that quivered slightly as they crawled made one defy the gravity of the moment and praise it. The man sat back in his chair watching the well-behaved white cat expressing obedience to himself accompanied by a melodious voice, he bestowed his hand on the woman and just watched in silence as she transformed from the aloof, literary young woman she had been when they first met to the one who was now licking her fingers with abandon. The man knew now that if he made a sound of unzipping, the out-of-control woman in front of him would pounce and make even louder sucking and swallowing noises, and thankfully he decided to stick to the principle of asexuality. The bell gradually catalyzed her more complete degradation and slowly the sucking sounds began to play in ensemble with the bell. He began to tweak the pendulous nipple clamps as he leaned over and guided her around with the hand in the woman's mouth. The woman also thoughtfully went from curved arms to straight arms propped up on the ground, just like a cat would do, sending the comfortably stroked position towards the human hand. Likewise, as the man began to tweak the towering tail, the woman was even more unashamed to aim her most private parts at the man still deliberately shaking them and letting out an involuntary snorting moan. Closing her eyes, she saw the man more clearly in her mind's eye. His voice in the darkness rang out so abruptly and so close, the prop that had been fiddling in the distance just moments ago now appeared spurting hot snorts into her ears. The woman still had a smirk on her face as she pondered if he needed to bend over to achieve such an effect.

The blind man had to keep performing because he couldn't receive feedback and it never ended. The only way to break out of one's passive situation was to never stop and grab back the initiative. She felt the man blocking the moonlight in front of her, the image of the man so tall that she felt like she was being shrunk, she began to unconsciously raise her head slowly closing her eyes to look up. The darkness closed off her vision as well as intensified her other senses, and in the pitch black space each caress was tentative and hostile, eating away at the man's patience and goodwill.

The man placed his hand on the woman with a slight pressure, and before the woman could understand why the man signalled for her to stop, the man quickly pulled off the tail that had merged with the woman's. The sudden turn of events caused the woman to fall helplessly to her knees, so that the angle of her private parts and rear end were even more exposed to the man's eyes. Unlike the hilarious lewdness of a moment ago, only the woman's gasps were most noticeable in the air now. Breaking the silence was the sound of the man's fingers entering the woman's private parts, and under the man's deliberate control, the woman's most embarrassing position surprisingly made a rather unsettling sound. The not-so-loud sound effects told too much of a story, the sticky sounds and wet tones killing even a determined man, not to mention the excellent night vision that allowed him to take in the view in front of him from start to finish. After a brief moment of disorientation, the woman's mesmerized cry broke the clever atmosphere. The man's hands were not idle, his forefinger and middle finger gently rubbing and vigorously manipulating the woman's engorged inner wall protrusions, his thumb also smoothly squeezing into the layers of the sandwich's center of the flower under the excessive lubrication, rubbing carefully and gently, and his foot would occasionally tease the bobbing clamps of the nipples. The man seemed to be very busy, but in fact all he could think of was that the AMSR career of the woman in front of him was indeed suitable for people like her who believed that hearing was more important than other senses, and he had also listened to the audio produced by the woman which was similar to the cosmic energy and hypnosis, although he was skeptical about these, but if the soulful cries that the woman was making right now were to be recorded, then he himself would surely enjoy it over and over again! The man was not sure how many times the woman's voice had been heard.

For the umpteenth time, the man stopped his hand movements after the distinct contrast of the woman's voice from trough to peak, his arms tingling and aching, he was just about to sigh at his own selflessness when he was struck by the woman's struggle to get up from the floor and clean his fingers with her mouth. There were too many kinds of pleasure in the world that were nothing less than squirting, and many of them brought not emptiness but aftertaste. The tentacles dangling at his mouth were holy and prickly in the moonlight's stealthy care, and that was the beauty of development and conditioning, or the aesthetics of breaking the rules and then reestablishing the system.

After the woman left he opened the window and let the cold air leave scratches on his skin, grateful for his restraint and honored to draw pleasure from it. It wasn't clear if he had changed playmates to please, or if he had changed playmates to please himself. He looked forward to the next exhaustion, the next collision of souls.

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Permeation

In the midst of a man's long travelling job, he doesn't need to deliberately avoid socializing with the women around him. He certainly enjoys vanity and sweetness, and it is precisely because he is deliberately distant. It's what shapes the mysterious and inexplicably well-used air that he can't understand in the slightest. Perhaps it was that aloofness and abstinence that made his self-discipline and restraint appealing to rebellious or inquisitive women, especially those individuals who were otherwise regarded as ladies of the house. It was hard for him to get the image of the extraordinarily vivacious and slightly spunky model out of his head on the nights of the hotel where he had already been staying for a long time. The man had seen too many people with complicated family situations already, and for the first time, he had seen a situation where he needed to get himself a pen and paper in order to smooth things out. She's insecure, likes to test the waters at the edges, is pretty and overly young, doesn't think about others in the slightest, doesn't fight for her due rights nor is she good at using her head, only her heart. The man's categorical refusal is bound to hit the aggressive woman, who immediately strikes back with ridiculous but firm tenderness.

The broadcasting department, she likes to use various accents to mimic the current vicious pop words, as well as showing off to the man to send the voice-over or dance assignments, all only to make him feel eye-catching but defile the soul. It's hard for a man not to envision confinement, mutes, and all the other ways in which a woman's involuntary noises can be the only thing in the environment. And how the firm breasts and slender feet that could be glimpsed in the usual exquisite dress would bloom in delicate beauty in the presence of violence.

At a manageable distance, the two agreed to go to another city together for the next concert. This kind of agreement with a hint of romance is hard not to let the man reminiscent of that concert a few years ago, although the girl at that time, everything is to accommodate the boy but do not understand why the boy on the contrary, she is more bored. To this day, the man regrets that he didn't give the great and kind girl a bouquet of flowers after the concert, because the day after the concert was her birthday, and the girl deserves all the gifts and compliments on this planet.

Up to now, the man has touched seven bitter women by making the right understanding and open-mindedness with the knowledge he learnt in junior high school that was supposed to be known by everyone. Of course, he knows that many things are not his own choice and have nothing to do with character and behavior, but apparently women in today's society have too low a demand for men, and the respect and calmness that he believes is rightfully his has been rewarded with the admiration and trust of many women, making it clear that knowledge and understanding in this area should be the basic common sense of every person. That physical aspect should not have been hers to bear in the first place, and the man had even less right to judge. Fortunately, the man himself does not have any idea, but still because of the natural attitude and from the heart of that do not care to get the woman's highest evaluation. And from time to time during the shooting process of cotton underwear, cartoon socks, canvas bags, baseball caps plus those cute moments, messy hair and the man's dodge has become the two people get along with the norm.

He only lamented that after so many years of academia, this was the first time someone actually needed his unimpressive academic standards to help her study and prepare for exams. This time together is clearly a man from junior high school joked about pursuing the platonic dream, but the woman still think it is the man's commitment and willpower and goodwill to support him not to pry into their own flesh. The man has repeatedly emphasized her excessive narcissism and low self-esteem, but because he himself is in the same boat, he also knows that all words are futile, so he can only continue to prove her actions to prove that her choice is stupid but correct. Changing himself from a predator back to a clay statue in a crumbling temple.

They had first met in the cold winter months, and she still occasionally brought up the distinctive compliment he had given her when he first met her that couldn't even be called a compliment. It hadn't been a compliment, except that to this day she didn't believe it. Then came the dates in the season of sea mists, the walks in the breeze, the studies in the cafes, the talks about the future in a hotel bed fully dressed. The man always pushed her to read books and watch films, and she always balked and then refused to follow through. It's a bit hypocritical to say that such exchanges are a man's favorite. They did have to admit that the companionship and pleasure still flooded the room, even if they didn't express it physically. No one would believe that the two men who repeatedly met in the hotel were just learning English, but unfortunately the two men didn't care about that either, and even enjoyed it. The woman dresses up more and more delicately and seriously, and the man really searches for textbooks and materials in English.

The woman deliberately steered the conversation towards certain things, perhaps because she really hadn't thought about what it might evoke, or perhaps because the man's recounting of marvelous experiences was so rich and fresh that one couldn't stop listening to it. Instead of making the man miserable at all, she made herself miserable. The way she looked when she repeatedly complained about her reaction and then complained about her lustfulness was of course instantly recognizable to the man. He was also secretly amused inwardly as he was now just as clumsy and pretentious as the woman in front of him.

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Memorial

Hot weather, the brutal sun with the hatred for everything on the ground shines down the sun, dry air into the lungs like hay into the windpipe, a breath between the sting is not only the nasal cavity and lungs also piggybacked on the noble sentiments. The engine of the iron horse on the crotch was also radiating high temperatures in an unwise manner. The smell of the tarmac is a pungent and overt sign of summer's arrival, and on the back of the man's motorbike sits a woman, a rare sight. A woman who would be criticized for dressing inappropriately in proper motorbike circles, she wrapped her arms around the man in front of her with a big grin, her half-helmet unable to stop her long, flowing hair from fluttering wildly in the hot summer breeze. And the combination of hot trousers and a tiny tank top would completely take the word "good-looking" away from her in the event of an accident, when the woman's skin, which was so well-maintained that it would reflect a wheat-colored sheen in the sunlight, was feared to be riddled with holes and blood. On the backseat of the motorbike, where comfort was never a consideration, her long, straight, strong legs were forced to curl up together, and the two heavy semicircles on her chest were pressed against the man's back. The woman didn't look at all like she was sitting on the back seat for the first time, she was looking around on the way straightening her long legs every now and then, spreading her arms wide to enjoy the wind and the speed, and every now and then she was pointing at something on the side of the road to show the man. The man didn't care about any of this, he had to concentrate on his bike while listening attentively to the dead gold in his headphones, the raucous woman behind him whose shouts in the wind could neither make it to the man's brain over the dense drums nor could it compete with the exhaust sound from the powerful four-cylinder motorbike in the wind. He wasn't able to enter the serene state of what could be described as meditation while riding, simply because the energetic woman behind him reminded him of an equally slender and fit dark-colored figure from earlier.

It was a shame the man rarely rode in the city, which was why he had casually asked the group for the location of the grove and hurried to the far outskirts of the city that in his olden days seemed to him to be the only place to come for a body dump. The excessively low speed limit along the way had in turn given the man the opportunity to enjoy himself in the dense shade of the country lanes, gradually more and more of the cool air stored in the shadows had been sliced through their chests as they broke away from the urban heat island. The men's smiles under their helmets had been hard to hide, and the friction of the women behind them had no doubt intensified the drift of the driver's thoughts.

It was far enough away from the last hamlet he had passed that the man even feared that if he rode any further he would soon arrive at the next one. The winding lanes were already unsuitable surfaces for the man's motorbike, and it had been a long time since a car had passed them or missed them head-on. He began to slow down and look for a place to stop. At the same time, he had only just felt the tension and restraint of the girl behind him. Apparently it was the woman thinking about what was promised to happen next. As they travelled down the dirt road, the yellow dirt raised behind the car slowly began to fall back to the ground. Behind a clump of bushes, the man hid his motorbike. Looking in a direction that was more barren and hidden than his feet he couldn't wait to get there. The man who had taken the rope and whip and hat out of the sidecar of his motorbike still felt like another archaeologist as he walked through the woods.

Instead of leading the woman in the hot trousers and tank top behind him, he took it upon himself to walk all the way to the woods. Looking around for a site he didn't believe would be there, every now and then he made a sound to warn the woman behind him to watch out for rocks or branches under her feet. There were no birds chirping or fawns, no creeks or mists. The roar of an engine could even be heard in the distance. Unlike the glimpses of divinity that the man had imagined from the sunlight streaming through the shade of the trees directly onto the naked bodies bundled up against the tree trunks, the ground of the site he had found was still covered with yellow, dry earth. Not only was there no mysterious mist or lush greenery there was even a hint of barrenness and desolation. But the man had the feeling that just as little good would happen if he continued walking, and he didn't need to look back to feel the woman's slight loss, thinking of calming both of their current irritations with a moment of her crying out.

The faint sound of the rough twine tightening could be heard during the struggle, the savage and irritating material showing no mercy at all, doggedly leaving marks on the woman's tender skin. The bark was a combination of tarmac and sandpaper for the skin, yet the woman was still forced to embrace the tree. The soporific striking parts were relatively homogenous as it was too much of a hassle to change positions. Luckily, the small number of props were each successful, and the few times the man hit the tree, he was sweating profusely, not sure if it was the openness of the scene or the wildness of the outdoors. The breeze coming from the other side of the woods was cool, like the forest was fanning the man's ears. The man took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the woman in front of him whose head was tilted back weakly as if she was deflated, and continued to let the pleas and screams nourish nature. The wind ruffled the leaves and the shade of the trees imprinted camouflage on the woman's body. Unknown insects chirped as the woman, blindfolded and biting her lip, had no choice but to speculate on the time and location of the next lash. Gradually her voice slowly hoarsened and the logic of her words got even worse. If life really was a pendulum swinging repeatedly through boredom and pain, then at the moment she must be at the top of the pain end of the scale, while the man was on the other side repeatedly pushing her further and further away.

The man suppressed his desire to make fun of the woman's wretched posture, and did his best to play his role as stern yet strong as he should. No one knew why, but in the midst of all this tension and excitement, he thought of the days in junior high when he was called a pervert by his peers because he scribbled and drew a lot of murders, tortures, and kidnappings in his notebooks. Even though everyone he had come into contact with while growing up had said he was a gentleman and easy-going person all in one, he had never thought about where this twisted and perverted part of him had actually come from. The man was now just thankful that the scene before him now was rare and harmonious, and that he had once again done what no one else could or wanted to do, leaving a lasting memory on both sides. Though it didn't mean that a scene was as difficult or as elaborate as it might have been, it might just as well have been that the wind was extraordinarily comfortable in the moment, and this experience that would never have existed if he hadn't gone through with it was extraordinarily rewarding.

The poisonous oaths of the deepest mire are the most sincere and the most easily forgotten, and that woman's headlong walk from the man's heart in the freezing cold lit a flame with every step, and from then on that only path burned out, never to return. Every touch since then had been a different kind of mood swing, and never again had the channel been established so strongly and steadily that it was hastily dismissed. He tried hard to find a nobler justification for this desire of his, but he couldn't, he couldn't elevate any of his emotions to the level of hate born of love, couldn't even strip them of their sexuality. He remembered the frozen hell, inspiration and emotion frozen, warm floor lamps with soft blankets still remembered to feel the bones to shudder. The bitterness and bitterness was a hole in a rubbish bag that shouldn't have been ruptured, and everything that flowed out was the worst kind of filth you could ever face.

The roar of the motorbike and the vibrant flesh stimulated the senses, the shock of the acceleration and the enjoyment of his playmates gave the bored man an unrivalled sense of achievement. That was why he willingly became the supreme whip; the tireless pile driver; the elaborate playwright; the silent sadist. Before leaving the house today the man had guessed how difficult it would be to successfully carry out his plan, and hadn't underestimated the complexity and versatility of this conditioning. He just hadn't realised how easily and readily he could erupt into such a surge of reflection and feeling, as if a long clogged pipe had suddenly opened up without hope. The whip in his hand held all the excitement and pleasure through the blows converting the sensations into a back-breaking pain delivered to the unsuspecting woman.

Prolonged obedience gradually disintegrated the sense of resistance, and the harsh punishments and rewards that could only be obtained by her own efforts slowly began to make her give up the ability to think and judge at a higher level. And the various types of sensory deprivation during the meeting, physical and mental control and torture established enough authority and intimidation. He reveled in his own free play, he wasn't a narcissist, but it was hard not to feel like he was entering the realm of the gods at the moment with this process of painting himself on her soul and flesh.

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Restrike

At this time the famous school model has already completely conquered the man physically and mentally, favoring her half-joking proposal to awaken the man's sleeping demons. Her superior condition also aroused the man's desire, and his fist and light-heartedness did not turn into a woman's scruples, but her dexterous tongue on the lips of a half circle. The unfamiliar gleam in both men's eyes was suddenly so familiar; it was trust and a provocation to the world.

Legs so slender that they bordered on cumbersome were folded and compressed with a hint of stiffness on either side of the man's body with force, and the thought of the strung out contours and even more compressed posture with the help of the ropes made the man's blood boil even more. The woman has seen him like hard knocking on the bottom of the ketchup general brutality and endless power also exclaimed the greatness of her own proposal, and since then the two once again opened Pandora's box.

Not only is the man after work more twisted and repressed than ever before, but his financial strength and ruthlessness alone have risen to a whole new level. With brand new props and camera equipment to witness, he easily finds the joy he once had and widens the woman's world a bit. Happy in the two is the first time to sigh each other's physical fitness and their own same frequency, life is movement, only this time the two people in the depths of their hearts and this cliché heard for decades to feel the resonance. They thanked themselves and each other for their paranoid fitness habits, and even more so, they thanked God for bringing them together again and again.

The man's sophistication and the woman's enjoyment soon made the game move forward at a brisk pace. The man's occasional business trips were the perfect catalyst for the two of them to miss each other, and each time they saw each other, there was a whole new level of progress. Two people with heart in the props and with the actual act of love is almost no restraint, a large number of textbooks and materials coupled with the two people's cut and grind video soon filled up one after another hard drive, the frequency and intensity of the heartless, so that the two people are surprised at their own body has such a great potential.

For Christmas presents that year, the man gave the woman a helmet, symbolizing his yet-to-arrive backseat ownership of a motorbike. The woman gave the man a sports camera, hoping to document the two as they pedaled around the world. Even though the two have a very odd definition of riding into the mountains, with the man suggesting a tent and air mattress and the woman suggesting that she'll take care of the ropes and whips. The collection of elements certainly made a good name for the script, and to satisfy the woman's vision, the man finally lined up his domestic motorbike license, which he never got.

Unfortunately for the two, they don't make it to the next spring, and despite the later, repeated apologies from the woman that they both release, the man knows in his heart that the problem is actually on his own side. He was afraid of the woman's loyalty, jealous of eternal blessings and curses.

Sometimes the man often wondered if it was due to the long period of study abroad and the excessive boredom of the city they were in. That's what causes them to always want to pursue the new, the weird, the maverick, the not-so-ordinary pleasures. Most likely, the conventional means have already proved themselves, and it is the mark of the cold that will leave a mark in their hearts and in the hearts of each other. And since repetitive behaviors cannot impress himself, he can only repeatedly challenge the more impossible goals and also go in search of the most unusual and impractical pleasures.

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Neighborhood

The man of the year walks past the window of the shopping mall, which reflects the figures of two people. He continued on his way as to find the ice cream parlor. He pressed straight ahead while the woman stopped to look at the merchandise in the window. Every offering of the woman who had become a shadow was in fact a sacrifice, an offering of the man's desires to a higher being, and by the time he realized the woman's tactics, he had long since sunk into the array of years, unable to bring himself to resist at all.

In the midst of the man's own internal sophistry, a large portion of his freedom had been lost by the time everything was on track, and the self-proclaimed pit-returner and loose cannon was hardly likely to be able to refine his skills. An elderly cat neutered by freedom was what he had to say about himself. It was then a tall, lovely woman whom the man teased as a female executive came into his view, and the battle known as the Bureau of Wisdom found him a sense of confrontation he hadn't felt in a long time. 

Like the man, the woman's preferences were specific and eccentric, and even the man, who prided himself on having enough cold knowledge, rarely ran into a complete knowledge vacuum, but fortunately, he was a patient and open-minded learner, so he didn't lose in the initial verbal test. And just as both men were convinced that the brain was the only sex organ, written descriptions and scenarios became incredibly important. The man's previous position as lord of the city in the Dungeons and Dragons board game had given him similar experience, so after initially figuring out the woman's preferences, the man had begun the gradual process of constructing a world exclusively for the austere woman who preferred Bengalese reasoning.

The man found that over a long period of time he had more or less lost the motivation and ability to study hard and conceive seriously, and slowly began to be perfunctory and slack from a passive abuser, gradually turning the source of pleasure from the careful implementation of the plan into a unilateral, quick and cheap way to satisfy his own desires. He neglects the fact that careful design and gradual advancement used to be his greatest source of pleasure, he forgets that discovering each other's inner darkness and desires was his original intention, and he now resists sewing each other together with grotesqueness and pain, but instead, it becomes a death that he needs to deliberately avoid. And all of this misdirection or helpless growth is exposed in the collision and game with this woman. The fog on the sea suddenly ripped, it turns out that the sunshine has always been there, only deliberately hidden, to the man in front of him to pass the test. Perhaps this is the endless joy and benefits that can be brought by a confrontation that makes a man's eyes light up every time he thinks about it.

Women's tastes and preferences are extremely elusive, and the man who has repeatedly encountered the wall, on the contrary, has become more and more courageous, and in the many collisions and temptations in the man has come up with an incredible answer. The atmosphere should be sweet and refreshing in the midst of completely reflecting the absolute privatization of possession, the scene should be familiar but through manipulation stripped of a sense of security to achieve the strange but not panic, the pain should be bone-chilling but gentle caresses as a prelude and a conclusion. It's the shame that makes your ears redden and your heart cry out for the worst that destroys you, and makes you suddenly brave enough to reject human civilization as a pedantic impediment to the brain's pursuit of pleasure. The short skirt that doesn't cover your private parts, the bell that rings when you shake it slightly, the blindfolded and backhanded boudoir, the white flesh that makes your blood rush but you still caress and admire it, the man who is gentlemanly and courteous one second and then his blood boils the next, the beast who is rough and unsympathetic just now but then murmurs softly in his ear, the image of the forbidden but powerful woman who is drawn out of herself by her own self-forgetfulness and abandonment. wantonness withdrawn from within herself in contrast.

Just imagining her silhouette and submission sent the blood rushing to the brain, even though it was concentrated elsewhere in that image. The pistol hanging from her brow, the hand that held it trembling and bone white with anticipation of being aroused by the thrill of the planning process was almost intoxicating to the man, the complexity and simplicity of the stage he repeatedly constructed and the script he wrote.

Everything was carefully designed but driven by instinct, every step followed a plan but in reality there was no set script at all, and if much of what was done and said in the ring was a cover for much of what was unsavory. For these two equally beautiful and twisted people, even the desire and pain of the flesh will completely give way to the intertwining of ideas. Men jokingly claim that nine out of ten readers of The Little Prince are different, but the sense in which it seems as if they will find the answer and apply it to themselves as a fairy tale in the next second, the cosmic truths that flow vaguely through the book are truly mesmerizing. No one don't know what kind of benefits two people who are so honest and hypocritical can get from each other, every time a man gives a woman a silent design outline, he actually remembers that rainy and broken faraway place where there was once a person who wanted to decay that obsession together, just like this same pursuit of the pure woman, the man doesn't feel that he can understand what they think or really satisfy them, but just like looking up to the stars, the depressing and absolutely beautiful shock! But just like when you look up at the stars, the overwhelming and overwhelmingly beautiful shock often makes a man want to stand up and roar to the heavens, but he never does. The key word men gave themselves was do-it-yourself, which was far less romantic than the woman's charming words. It was true that if you wanted to tame a man, you had to risk tears.

He had a hot and blunt toughness that he wanted to share with the sensitive and vulnerable ones at the moment, stirring her tenderness and forbearance with his persistence and rudeness. The man felt an overwhelming hunger, the reality was a bowl of noodles that smelled and looked steaming hot, only to realize it didn't taste as good as it should when it reached his mouth. There was no nutrition, only a way to fill the hunger in front of him. The goddess in the center of the stage in his mind was waiting to be defiled, so he was forced to re-build his humble image. Perhaps it was because he had been too busy with his studies lately, or perhaps it was the flowers that happened to open up on the way out of school. Men always pay more attention to the opposite sex walking around them unintentionally, their small and white ears and slim and tender ankles are telling men that they need to restrain their inner sadistic desires even more.

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Blueprints

Back in the country the man is ready to leave the past behind completely, he has resolved to discard all the sweet burdens and leave himself alone to face the world without any further involvement of all the tattered souls in it, including his own.

Once they were the pride of various prestigious universities, but now the woman they kissed was from a much bigger source. A graduate student in the world's top ten, with a body of exaggerated proportions that had competed in bodybuilding competitions overseas, those legs that would reap countless compliments and enquiries whenever they appeared on the internet were her pride and joy, and a treasure in the arms of men in the future. They went along for the ride, no different from any other couple. Perhaps it was because of their physical fitness and physical qualities, the two of them always if anything felt a part of each other's strength or desire that they hid.

The beauty of the black woman was indeed stunning in the country where it was not fully popular for the time being, and the energetic but actually gentle and soft character resonated with the man. The two were set together almost immediately due to their similarities in every way, which was equally pulling and tentative in its ambiguity. The relationship, delayed until after the man's business trip, is naturally intimate upon reunion. The man is lovelier than she imagined, the woman more aggressive than he thought. The two, who hadn't confronted each other in a long time, worried about completely opposite yet unexpectedly similar things, and thankfully both the feedback on the spot and the comments on the video they watched together afterwards were met with the same comment. Since then there's been even less reason to stop the two, who are highly compatible in every way, from getting together. Models paired with photographers, two fitness fighting enthusiasts, not to mention all the perfectly complementary quirks and shades that were accidentally revealed later on. Both find a future and hope in or within each other.

Both imagined filling the blueprints of their respective futures with images of the other into them, and the most intuitive trust and bonding in this was exchanging pets and calling each other outright mums and dads to their children. It was the first time the man had ever felt what felt like an adult emotional relationship, and only because he had somehow matured, the alarm bells in his head surprisingly didn't ring. It made him start to wonder if his plans were coming from a place of heartfelt longing, and just the thought of him longing to dock the man couldn't contain the thrill that was building inside him. He wasn't sure this perfect woman was really perfect, let alone if he was really fit to stay; after all, previous attempts had hurt each other and himself.

The two shared the same direction in their pastimes, and as time went on also leaned more towards the positive and literal. Escape rooms and screenplays are a no-brainer with the added bonus of being a couple, and speculating on the endings of films and TV shows is also something the two are supposed to be good at.

With a sense of control and dedication, and a willingness to follow rules that are equally satisfying, writing scripts in advance that they can carry out is a natural part of their routine. The man who had once served as the Lord of Dungeons and Dragons had already had experience in writing scripts, and now he was even more familiar with it. In this way, the man returned to his old job and became the woman's exclusive city master, telling the woman a story about the world created for her every week. And the woman's tailor-made role for him was just as thrilling and rich.

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Old friend

Speaking of how the man and the girl lying in front of him in his own bed to nap together, in fact, is an exceptionally wonderful process, the two people in the country when they met in a very popular dating app at the time. Nearly 2 months of communication are not long-term online two people every time online with a mouth word beside the onomatopoeia to reply to each other, so according to the app shows that less than 5 kilometers away from each other two people surprisingly every time a few days apart only a word to reply to each other lasted more than two months. Finally, as the girl went to study for IELTS to prepare for leaving the country she was able to start a normal communication with the guy for the first time, and that's when they realized that the two of them were going to leave for the same country almost at the same time.

After arriving in a new country, and before they had a chance to get used to the climate and culture in each other's cities, the girl offered to take the train to the man. But at the time, the man could only accept this kind offer because of the morality of the world. Maybe that's why when the girl first learnt that the man was going to spend his birthday alone for the first time after the breakup, she immediately appeared in front of the man after a few turnarounds. It is the proverbial meeting with the old friend, not to mention the two are still the first time to meet so talk and laugh and exceptionally harmonious is a miracle. The man took the girl's luggage at the station, and before he could even try to build up a picture of the smiling girl in his mind, he was grabbed by the arm of the girl with a quick wit and aura in her eyes. The city he was in didn't have any special presence in that brand new country, and the only few things that stood out were the man's school and the train station where the two of them were currently located. Unlike JK Rowling's smoky black trains, the girl's train was relatively modern, but its uniformly slow speed gave her enough time to develop very different emotions from those of the man waiting on the station platform as she pulled into the station.

The man praised the girl's unexpected natural beauty, her gracious demeanor, and her knowledge base and leap of faith that rivalled that of a man with a strong personality. The two started out with the idea of touring the campus and eating at a specialty restaurant, but measuring her new and unfamiliar surroundings with her feet in the historic pre-industrial city gave them the desire to explore further. The ubiquity of unnamed and still vibrant plants and the occasional surprise of entering what looked like a historic alley and then seeing a new classical building complex, washed over the two young people, who had only recently met each other in waves. In the fresh rainy air, the two people casually searching for travel tips, riding the bus also holding hands and laughing like old friends to enjoy the impact of a foreign country and baptism at the right time, the man's now learning to sell mixed with his own rough criticism of the local culture and history, the girl's extra support is full of humane care and women's tolerance of the male retarded behavior.

On her return to the man's house the girl even boxed with him for a while because she was interested in the gloves, and after the man's deliberate retention of a point she unilaterally proclaimed her boxing title. After a proper shower, the girl naturally lay down on the one bed and started to nap, and up until this moment the man had only looked at the girl in his bed with her back to him still wearing his shirt and black lace panties and marveled at her self-consciousness and boldness. Before his brain had time to digest the amazing waist-to-hip ratio created by the combination of that slender waist and the rounded hips that only emerge from long workouts, he went to sleep. The unique summer breeze was a blessing that only appeared when all the windows were open and the temperature was pleasant, and the streets, which were exceptionally lively at night, were unusually quiet this afternoon.

The man's ability to wake up naturally in less than 20 minutes without relying on an alarm clock had reappeared after several years. Before he could carefully roll out of bed he was barged into the arms of the girl who had rolled over. Flesh that smelled of the man's own shower gel and shampoo and was slightly warm was firm and soft, and the long absence of touch and the intertwined position activated memories that the man hadn't touched in a long time. The girl's head curled up in front of the man's mouth and nose, and the white and elastic legs of the young girl burrowed unceremoniously between the man's legs. A burst of fragrance and the warmth of the flesh in front of him made the man follow the girl's example, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his nose greedily in her hair. Now, the man could feel the vibrant and healthy body in his arms with just his nose.

Whether the man was more impulsive and hot-blooded in the past or relatively stable and restrained in the later years, he had always been burdened with an ascetic and sexually frigid persona that countless people had praised or mocked on numerous occasions. Just as even now his mind was just sighing that this afternoon breeze was so comforting that he couldn't help but want to marvel at how wonderful life was, it was a pity that the unconscious physiological reaction had more or less caused his out-of-this-world image to have a slight crack. The girl in his arms, whom he had known for less than four hours, slipped her hand into the man's pants to take hold of the foreign face that was about to swell to the point of explosion and looked up at the man. That is not the same as the man has not had time to get familiar with the sly big eyes, now lightly biting the lips of the girl's eyes contain shyness and love as if about to flow down because of lying on the side, just a moment ago the sprightly and competent short-haired girl is now so shy, so that the man cannot continue to inflate the soaring fighting spirit even more victory. The memory was cut short when the man rolled over and propped himself up above the girl and kissed her, a blurry flashback of the man vaguely wondering how he'd never felt his bed so precarious and extraordinarily soft before, the two of them constantly imprinting themselves in various positions on the mattress. He remembered thinking about how overpriced bedding could still wear out and heat up the skin in certain situations, and he remembered how the girl's sanguine gesture of removing her loose top and throwing it to the floor as she rolled over to take charge was just as he had imagined it would be, and he remembered that the two of them really did act just as exuberant and intense as Westerners do in a foreign country. That just did not feel sexy panties in now was roughly pulled to the side, always can not understand even undressing to leave a line of behavior at this time in the eyes of the man and suddenly become reasonable and sexy, the ripples under the violent impact accompanied by white flesh and black panties of the strong contrast between the girl's current crazy performance seems exceptionally normal.

Closing his eyes, the man can always restore the scene in front of him, the lace cover-up not only did not play the role it should, but also because of its shamelessly give way to the behavior of the front of the spring added a highlight, if there is no can be transmitted to the two from time to time the slight friction to verify the two a long time ago to send every onomatopoeia. If the girl who had not yet adapted to being ravaged just now had remained restrained and subtle under the man's watchful eye, she was now bearing the man's impact in an ugly animal-like position, completely letting herself go, with one English phrase after another that only appeared frequently in Western films and TV shows. The man didn't care to think about whether the sound coming out of the window would make the passers-by downstairs misunderstand that it was the locals who were cutting up in passion, he just wanted to vent his desire on the girl who had thrown herself into the net to his heart's content.

Higher, faster, stronger, deeper, more painful, more vicious, the man saw that his increasingly rough actions was not protested against he became even more reckless in destroying his flagging opponent in the crotch. As the man stood under the bed and began to grind the girl with all his strength, she grabbed the man's hand around her legs and placed it on her flushed neck, while at the same time wrapping her legs, which were held high against the man's shoulders, around the man's waist and pulling them towards her. The man watched as the panting girl in front of him voluntarily gave herself even the only right to breathe that she now had, and he simply shifted most of his upper body weight onto her neck. The man partially enjoyed the slush and occasional contractions of the girl's bottom, the flushed and slippery flesh in his eyes was escaping as much as it was claiming, and the unpleasant sounds in his ears became intermittent as she was being choked, and thus silenced by the clash of flesh and the sound of the stale wooden boards of the bed. The neck in one of his hands conveyed the fragility and stubbornness of life, while the maiden's breasts in the other celebrated the softness and strength of humanity.

It was an instant and an eternity as a black hole appeared in the man's mind that devoured everything, absorbing everything around it without emotion. An eternity and an eternity, the girl's brain is a firework that lights up the sky with a steady stream of colored flames. Perhaps very lonely and forlorn in this country, they decided to fill this shared emptiness with each other.

The girl shed far fewer tears than the liquid that had wet her own panties, and her well-proportioned legs, deprived of the support of the man's body, hung limp and half-dead on the side of the bed. It was the first time a man had ever been intimate with anyone other than the woman, let alone on the first day of their meeting. He lay down next to the girl, the gusts of heat radiation and gasps coming from his side making him feel a hint of reality from the emptiness. The chatter of pedestrians outside the window, the chirping of birds and the engines of cars on the road in the distance instantly returned to normal, and time and space began to flow again in this moment. Don't know how long it took for the two to start kissing and caressing, cleansing themselves and each other's bodies, as if the silent silence that had lasted so long as to be frightening just now had been not just a collision of flesh but a separation of souls. Compared to the two people's eyes and dialogue, just now the intimacy and passion and the fingers and negative distance contact are not as close as today's lingering and laughing and cursing. Looking at the veiled young girl lying on her side on his pillow in front of him, who had just got out of the process of being desecrated and had just re-emitted the sanctity of her fleshly sanctuary, the man couldn't help but gently caress her with his hand. Not caring now about the fact that he wouldn't look good with the same angle on his face, he simply ran his hand over and over again through the hair of the beauty in front of him pinned behind her ear. The curves of the delicate, small ears, the defined but not abrupt chin, the tendons in the neck to the three-dimensional shoulders were just curves that a man could not draw no matter what. From the straight and elegant collarbone gradually began to have the trend of mountain peaks rising up, until the peak does not need to look up but still pleasing to the eye on the peaks can still vaguely see the five fingerprints just now. With the touch of the man's fingertips to pass back to can think of the current depression is just provided a great help to the tough waist, in the side lying position without force that appeared out of thin air under the fall more highlights the girl's next even more proud of the dimensions. From the slightly protruding hip bones under the tight skin one could understand the hidden waistline of the girl's abdomen. Crossing over the perfect semi-circle that was well over the size of the man's hand, he pulled the long legs he had just fallen in love with into his arms to play with them carefully. The man couldn't help but probe forward, a forward motion that naturally closed the distance to the face that had been so expressive just moments before. The girl's now smiling mouth seemed to gloat and rightfully feel the man's appreciation of her flesh, while the laughter in her eyes was instantly drowned out by a reservoir of love again. Firm white thighs were tugged to the man's waist, four lips that should never have been parted resumed their intimacy, and the two, who had already deposited enough visual information into their minds, rolled together again with their eyes closed.

In the three short days until the girl started school again, the two ate at every highly rated restaurant in the neighborhood, and used every position a normal person could think of and not think of to tirelessly masturbate day and night in every corner of their home. In the end, when the girls got on the train, the two of them even gritted their teeth and laid down a challenge to each other, no matter whether it is studying abroad in a different place or return to the same city after the return to become each other's first place to cut the target. It was in that moment of trance that the man recalled that the girl's superiority was not only strikingly beautiful when naked, but equally charming and elegant in matching outfits in front of her. It was the exposure of this unseen intimacy to the sunlight that made the previous intertwining so fascinating, and the contrast between inside and outside the house was a secret that the two men kept to themselves, and it was only reflected in the corners of their mouths that curled up in unison.

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Asleep

Is the desperation and coldness of the torn face due to the aggressive possession of the man in the rain or has the man himself become the pedant he hates. Or is it that the man is once again going off to a faraway land, and this not-so-attractive shroud that the two have created together doesn't hold up to the end.

　

Things started to get weird and unnatural when she was infected by other people on social media, wanting the man to start doing rituals and playfulness that he wouldn't otherwise do. It was as if the little things between them were a sham and a delusion of master and servant if they didn't do this previously unheard of thing in the next short period of time. The sounds coming from the inside of his mouth were still pleasant, but the occasional foreign sound that came out of it was like a sigh, no longer high pitched, and the texture had changed from crisp and refreshing to viscous.

Somehow the man was always worried that the roommates he lived with would gradually lose respect and understanding for women as well because of the sounds that inevitably came out of his room every day. After all, a man thinks to himself that his own ability to separate his master-slave relationship from his living situation is a rare existence that is innate and cannot be cultivated through later life. Long-term relationships are inevitably one of mutual servitude. The difference was that the man had hypocritically created an environment that was too stable yet cozy and comfortable, with no consideration for the fact that when he was about to leave this shelter would rise from the midst of the land, leaving a large hole for others to fill alone.

It was another rainy night, of course, and she offered up her diary by candlelight in an interior that was even more humid than the outdoors. The man thought he could do whatever he wanted with her flesh, but it was still a bit shocking to see such a revealing and sincere mental dissection. From it he better analyses and summarizes his past behavior, thus adjusting some of his future sequences and actions. One of them politely mentioned the rejection of photographic records, it was not a distrust of men's skills or character, not to mention the shame of displaying her body, after all, the ones she had spontaneously released on the Internet had already allowed her to gain a huge amount of attention and vanity. She was more worried about the man's detachment when he took pictures, and from the surprise she'd given him after she'd secretly had the procedure done, she'd taken herself more than justifiably for granted as a man's asset. The self that could be filled and used at will and with no worries was a prop for two people against the world, and even more so a toy to love, one that deserved to be the first or even the only toy.

Naturally, a man does not believe that he is really gifted, and this statement that only he can satisfy her is not a correct and scientific conclusion but must be the result of a lot of emotions and hormones. Time washes away all traces and shapes, and he had been in the middle of that siege. Nowadays he's about to be driven into a whole new corner, self-contained and alone.

So even after almost five years of separation, when he hears that her heart is still beating and her brain has fallen into a deep slumber, never to wake up again, the man always imagines the same flawless her in that white hospital bed. Was she still as pain-free, tolerating the fact that she could draw with all types of colored pens or scribble randomly on her white paper-like body. Perhaps the only thing she feared, electric shocks, could bring her back? The man didn't know how to suggest this to her parents, but just envied her situation, this valiant and penetratingly intelligent woman who was always ahead of herself.

He began to pay more attention to taking pictures, fell in love with photography, with film, with giving away Polaroids, with leaving evidence of his every day.

The rain poured down in torrents, the whole sky was completely darkened, the clouds almost touching the eaves. The man feared that the ocean churning in the sky would be poked through the sharp roof and pour directly into the yard. The Supreme Being above the clouds was powerless to stop the farce that he had started. The ship in his head sank, not even a rope or a sheet left on the sea of hope.