[Free adult porn] "Secret Seduction" (sexual knowledge adult novel)

April 10, 2001, Shanghai. A copy of last night's Xinmin Evening News spread out beneath me in Lu Xun Park rustled in the wind, and the wooden recliner under the newspaper creaked as I turned over and over. I was finally woken from the cold by the dream, and stretched my aching body with difficulty, then curled up as much as I could, wishing that the shirt on my body could be turned into a warm quilt to cover my ribs and back.

The nights in Shanghai in April are still chilly! It was so cold that I couldn't sleep. I didn't expect it...

Chapter 1 The Magic Wheel Begins to Turn

April 10, 2001, Shanghai. A copy of last night's Xinmin Evening News spread out beneath me in Lu Xun Park rustled in the wind, and the wooden recliner under the newspaper creaked as I turned over and over. I was finally woken from the cold by the dream, and stretched my aching body with difficulty, then curled up as much as I could, wishing that the shirt on my body could be turned into a warm quilt to cover my ribs and back.

The nights in Shanghai in April are still chilly! It was so cold that I couldn't sleep. I didn't expect it...

Last night, I spent the whole day running around various job fairs in Shanghai, but I didn’t find a job that could pay a salary and pay the rent!

I received my master's degree in philosophy from Northwestern University in 1998 and in finance from Fudan University in Shanghai in 2000. I thought that with my high academic background, I would definitely be able to get a new job easily. However, the long-term economic downturn has caused crowds of people to crowd in front of every recruitment booth. In addition, perhaps because of my academic background from a prestigious university, many recruitment booths only glanced at my resume before I squeezed forward with all my strength and was about to show my eloquence. They said to me regretfully, "I'm sorry, sir.

Our company only needs a low-level staff. We really can't afford to accept an outstanding talent like you. Then, he raised his head and shouted behind me: "Next!"

I was about to leave the online casino in high spirits. Inside the recruitment center, a staff member who was in charge of order and looked pretty was probably attracted by my "male beauty" and couldn't bear to see me being deceived. She waved me to the nearby tea room and told me secretly: the director of the publishing house has been setting up a stall here for nearly two years. Even a PhD graduate from Harvard University has interviewed several people, but he still claims that "no suitable talents have been recruited" in front of and behind people. Based on her rich work experience, the publishing house's recruitment here is probably "Xiang Zhuang dancing with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong". Generally speaking, there are several purposes: First, the company needs new personnel, but because the Shanghai Municipal Government proposed to create 100,000 new job vacancies this year, the "publishing house" as a state-owned enterprise, or more precisely, a state-owned enterprise, also has the responsibility to make its own contribution to these 100,000 vacancies, so it came here unwillingly and unwillingly, "doing the job for a day and ringing the bell for a day", to fool the superior inspection unit: "Look, aren't we creating new job vacancies?"

As for the fact that we haven’t recruited yet, that’s another question. If we can’t recruit today, it doesn’t mean we can’t recruit tomorrow; if we can’t recruit tomorrow, it doesn’t mean we can’t recruit the day after tomorrow…

In short, we will always fulfill our promise to provide this job vacancy. As for whether it will be ten days later or ten years later, that depends on the specific analysis!

Secondly, the company has encountered difficulties and needs new creativity, new development ideas or marketing plans. However, if it buys new ideas from a professional planning company, it will cost a lot of money. It is better to hold a fake recruitment and raise new ideas as interview questions. Those "rich people" will not know that there is a fraud and will try their best to show off their talents "with all their heart" in order to show their talents. After interviewing several candidates like this, I was able to find a lot of useful ideas. This not only solved the problem, but also didn’t cost me a penny. Isn’t that great!

Third, the company lacks visibility. Although this fake recruitment method is not glorious, it is still an effective way to quickly expand its visibility. Because any book you buy in a bookstore that teaches you how to apply for a job will tell you that there is one question that the employer will definitely ask, which is "How much do you know about our company?" So in order to deal with this "one hundred percent" question, you will definitely find ways to collect and find the employer's promotional materials and memorize them. So, what a brilliant "advertising performance art" this is!

You can imagine: setting up a "stall" in the recruitment market for only 800 yuan a day, and if you write "sweet" promises of benefits on posters, in today's favorable labor market environment full of "hungry wolves", if everything goes well, it would not be too difficult to get about 2,000 "extremely devout" "loyal believers" to memorize the company's promotional materials by heart within a day. The same advertising approach, for example: if you advertise on Shanghai TV, you can make 8,000 yuan per second. It is possible that your advertising time slot happens to be the gap between TV series, which is also the "toilet time" reserved for TV viewers by so-called "conscientious" TV stations. The exquisite commercial that you paid huge amounts of money to air during the "golden" time slot not only had no one watching it, but also ended up with a "tragic" end where "your ears were filled with the sound of flushing toilets." Therefore, any discerning person can easily tell which of the two promotional methods is better, which is more cost-effective, and which is more popular.

After listening to the "cute" little sister's insightful revelation of the shady recruitment practices, I felt "drenched in cold water" at first. It turned out that all my excitement and saliva were in vain. Then I was "furious" and almost used my two "Rulai Palms" passed down in my family to make the "panda" from that publishing house have a broken nose and black eyes. However, considering the high efficiency of Shanghai police who would arrive at the scene of the accident within two minutes, I weighed the pros and cons again and again and finally gave up.

However, this day was not without gain. After the lovely little sister "indignantly" exposed the inside story to me, she saw my face full of disappointment and anger, and perhaps moved her sympathy as a daughter, so she took out her business card and gave it to me, saying, "Sir, here are my office and home phone numbers. If you have any difficulties, you can call me."

I thanked her profusely and took the business card she handed over. The business card was made of green and environmentally friendly materials and still had her body fragrance. I took a look at her and said, "Hey, this little girl's name is Qinshu. She is really my sister!"

Maybe I am born to be an optimist, or maybe because of my rich life experience, I am used to the joys and sorrows of life, which makes me more open-minded about the setbacks and losses in life. So, now that I have a beautiful girl to "pick up" and the beautiful woman's voice is lingering in my ears and her fragrant hair is fragrant, the unhappiness caused by being deceived during the interview just now has long been thrown out of the window. I can't help but be overjoyed and open-minded. I almost rushed back, tightly holding the hand of the "panda", and shouted with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Director! If it weren't for you, how could a "Qin sister" fall from the sky? I hope that every time I "hit a snag" with you, I will have such good luck in love!"

However, the "Sister Qin" in front of me is more important. The "big gift" for the director will be given later.

So, I took this opportunity to immediately launch a charm offensive against "Qin Shu". To be honest, although I am not a super handsome guy, I can still be described with wonderful words such as "handsome and strong", "graceful", "gentle and elegant", etc. What's more, my long-term practice of Taoist internal skills has given my eyes the "mysterious" magic that "makes people (only beautiful women) intoxicated". Therefore, although my love life cannot be described as being surrounded by beauties and having all the luck in the world, at least I have had many good things happen to me and I have been very lucky.

God helps those who work hard. Half an hour later, I took my sister Qinshu, who had secretly skipped work, to the Ruijin Hotel not far away.

However, please don't misunderstand me, and don't look at me with prejudice: although I am indeed a romantic and romantic, and often "daydream" behind the backs of beautiful women on the street, the reality is "cruel" after all. I still don't have such a strong charm that a well-educated girl would accompany me to Wushan to pursue my dreams. Being able to recognize this beautiful and clean sisters makes me very satisfied, Amitabha!

My sister Qinshu and I patronized the "FACE Cafe" in Ruijin Hotel. Chinese people have always loved tea.

The solemnity and purity of tea create the charm of tea culture.

In comparison, the feeling of coffee seems much lighter at first glance, but tasting coffee is about a feeling. It is a perfect combination of mood, atmosphere and taste.

Although in Western countries, a cup of coffee and a piece of cake in the morning are as common as a cup of soy milk and a piece of pancake for us, coffee, although not a specialty of Shanghai, is indeed Shanghai's "rich aroma" and "coffee aroma" is a special flavor that distinguishes Shanghai from other cities in China.

Drinking coffee with my dear sister Qinshu in a place with beautiful scenery is a pleasant enjoyment for me who is temporarily down and out.

I said to her gently and seriously, "Coffee should not be called drinking, but "tasting". Every time you taste a cup of coffee, it is like falling in love. Every cup of coffee will always produce three different and wonderful feelings, just like the "three steps of love". At first it feels a little sweet, like first love, then it feels a little bitter, like a couple having a quarrel, and finally it gradually gets better, a sweet and wonderful love with endless aftertaste."

Sister Qinshu had a plain face, and her fair and delicate cheeks suddenly turned red under my scorching gaze, as gorgeous as peach blossoms. I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment...

To be honest, for a "fragrance-chasing prodigal" like me, "FACE Cafe" is a perfect place to open the net of love. The atmosphere here is mixed; it combines the elegant large gardens of old Shanghai, French courtyard buildings, Indian white flower-topped tents, and the aroma of authentic Brazilian coffee. The frozen architecture, combined with the comfortable nostalgic background music, the movie stills scattered on the walls, and the colorful and flowery arrangements in the hall, create an unimaginable wonderful charm.

In this cafe, surrounded by warmth and comfort, the distance between me and sister Qinshu shortened, and it seemed that this "chance encounter" between us also had an indescribable feeling.

Lao Tzu once said, "Misfortune is the root of blessing, and blessing is the root of misfortune."

There is a common saying among the people: "Success in love, failure in gambling." Although I never gamble, strictly speaking, I cannot be considered "successful in love," but after sending my sister Qinshu away, I soon started to have bad luck!

The place I rented in Shanghai was on Sinan Road. The garden house left over from the old concession era was the soul of this street.

To be honest, the rent here is quite expensive, and I am not very wealthy. The reason why I have always lived here is probably because my hidden non-social character has stubbornly taken effect. Because here, my soul feels in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment.

On Sinan Road, the old-style exquisite houses do not appear ostentatious here, and are vaguely hidden behind the dense fences and thick sycamore trees. Clothes and quilts are hung on the old trees on both sides of the street, bicycles are crammed into the dim alleys, exterior walls are mottled with smoke, and the quiet atmosphere is often interrupted by the creaking of stairs... In short, there seems to be an elegant temperament of a fallen aristocracy here.

"Concentration can give rise to wisdom." It can be said that it was this quiet atmosphere that contributed to the leap in my inner strength.

The practice I cultivate is called "Four Dhyanas and Eight Samadhis," and it is a Mahayana practice of Zen Buddhism. This is the skill passed down by my ancestor who was once one of the "five marquises in one family", and it is also the secret technique of the ancient Wutai School.

"Treatise on the Key to Sudden Enlightenment and Entering the Way" says: "Question: What is Zen? What is concentration? Answer... Zen is the absence of false thoughts, and concentration is the realization of true nature through sitting." The main purpose of "sitting in meditation and practicing" and "seeing one's true nature" is to discover the enormous spiritual energy contained in one's subconscious mind. The human body's internal energy is like a primitive treasure that comes with life: it always has endless potential. However, the existence of this spiritual energy in the human body is usually drowned out by the various desires in worldly life, and the latent life energy will disappear with aging and death and will never be able to take effect.

Through silent meditation, abandoning all kinds of distracting thoughts or overcoming the interference of acquired spiritual consciousness, in deep meditation and introspection, let the hidden spiritual energy touch the heartstrings of the ascetic, let the ascetic feel its existence, and experience how to control this hidden life energy. This is the true meaning of what Buddhism says: "Let go of your ego and your own opinions, abandon all delusions and discriminations, and let your clear mirror of heart reveal itself."

The night was dim and the lights were just coming on. I slowly came to the southernmost end of Sinan Road. Here is a newly built building. On the outer wall it is clearly written "Zun Street Gui Xiang". I always refer to this place as "Zungui". I entered the "Zungui" Building 1, Building 3, Room 301.

Standing outside the door was actually my amiable landlord "Old Man Gao" with a bag of fruit in his hand. Was it a gift for me? It’s too “unbelievable”! Because this "Old Gao" has always been a stingy person. Usually, when there are broken water pipes, collapsed houses, etc., according to common sense, these repair costs should be borne by the landlord. But every time this time comes, he always "magically" disappears, and I can only blame myself for my bad luck. Why did you suddenly change your personality today?

As soon as I took out the key and entered the house, Old Man Gao began to repeat the questions he had asked me countless times and greeted me enthusiastically, saying things like "How are you feeling recently?", "Is your work going well?" and other such irrelevant nonsense. I was absent-mindedly responding to his bombardment, while secretly wondering: Today is not the rent payment day, why did this old man come here to join in the fun? You can't be missing me!

I took out an apple from the fruit bag he placed on the table, took a bite out of it, and as if the taste was not right, I spit out the part I had just bitten off, and took a look at it in front of my eyes! I couldn't help but retching. It turned out that this apple, which was "golden outside but rotten inside", actually had a huge borer inside...

After being busy for a while, this shrewd old man from Shanghai did not explain his purpose. He just started to fidget and kept looking at his watch.

I finally couldn't help asking, "Uncle Gao, do you have anything to do? If so, I'm sorry to bother you."

Old Gao then stammered, "Mr. Qin! Excuse me, this is what happened: a few days ago, a businessman from Hong Kong bought this house. According to the agreement, they will move in at 8 o'clock tonight. You see, it's already 7 o'clock. In another hour, the new landlord will move in. Look, Mr. Qin, are you..."

There was a "boom" in my head - this was totally unexpected. I couldn't help but raise my voice and said, "Mr. Gao, don't forget that we signed a contract. You should have informed me at least a month in advance! Now it's already dark and you're telling me to move out. Isn't this too unreasonable!"

When Old Man Gao heard the word "contract", he immediately became alert. He quickly took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, put on his reading glasses, and read aloud: "Article 17 of the Lease Contract: If either Party A (landlord) or Party B (tenant Qin Qing) fails to perform all the agreements in accordance with the contract, they shall bear the corresponding compensation liability. ... If Party A can no longer rent the house to Party B for some reason, and fails to notify Party B one month in advance, Party A must return Party B's three-month deposit totaling RMB 3,000, and compensate Party B for an amount equivalent to two months' rent, totaling RMB 2,000." After reading, Old Man Gao carefully put the contract in his pocket, then took out a stack of RMB and handed it to me, saying proudly: "

Mr. Qin, here is RMB 5,000 in total. Please count it and move all your belongings out of this house within half an hour, otherwise I will call the police. "I took the money fiercely and really wanted to throw the pile of cardboard in the face of this cunning Shanghainese. However, for fear of causing death, I finally endured it. I swallowed my anger, packed up my things, and left the "Zunjie Guixiang" of Sinan Road in embarrassment. Fortunately, my so-called "luggage" was just some clothes to change and a few books I usually read. I just packed them casually and put them all in a suitcase. Otherwise, I would not know what to do with the large and small bags full of pots and pans.

Unable to bear this severe blow for a while, I had to find a small restaurant and order a bowl of wontons. After eating it slowly, I calmed down. Cursing was of no use at this time. Finding a temporary shelter was the most urgent task.

I didn’t have any close friends or classmates in Shanghai because I had a rather introverted personality. Moreover, although I was a playboy, I never flirted with other girls in school, so I didn’t have any female confidants.

What should I do?

I had no choice but to drag my suitcase and look for hostels, guest houses, and hotels. I asked one by one, but all of them gave the same answer: "Sir, I'm sorry, you hold a local ID card. According to the Shanghai Public Security Bureau's regulations, local residents cannot stay in our hotels."

What are the regulations?

Why is there such a regulation?

I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but I can't do anything...

Chapter 2 Tao follows nature

I have always had a particularly deep resonance with a poem by Borges of Argentina, which goes like this: Hiding and concealing is like a bird burying itself in its nest.

The house welcomed me back into its own.

How many suns, moons and stars have been embraced by the courtyard walls?

How many magnificent sunsets have the intersecting paths witnessed?

And how much tenderness did the beautiful crescent moon once sprinkle on the flower beds along the roadside?

I faced it again and again: the majestic figure of the Bengal tiger covered in gold until dusk; I stared at it, roaring back and forth in the iron cage, completely ignoring the restrictions of the fence.

There is another yellow in the world, the metal of Zeus, which changes into identical rings every nine nights, forever and ever, in an endless cycle.

Time flies, other colors leave me, only the hazy light, vague darkness and the original golden color remain.

Oh, sunset, oh, tiger.

The splendor of myth and epic.

Oh, lovely gold; it is light, it is hair, I dream of caressing it with my longing hands.

I sighed, because for a long time, the practice of swordsmanship and psychic power was like my entire life.

I once regarded it as my whole life. However, since I started trying to give my own answers to the questions I asked myself, “Why am I like this?”

"Is this all there is to life?"... I have asked myself this question countless times...

A person who only knows how to make progress in martial arts and has given up everything else for more than ten years, if he does not have the will of steel, sometimes he will really hate himself and ask, "Why didn't I learn spring ploughing at that time?" Whenever it is late at night and I sit cross-legged on the cloth, I always think: Do you think "meditation" is the practice of Taoism? What is "Tao"? How to "cultivate" Why do you want to "cultivate the Tao" and "meditate" However, that was many years ago - Now, I have my own interpretation of life. Even the profound Mahayana Zen methods such as "Four Dhyanas and Eight Samadhis" are only means to obtain the "Tao", and they are definitely not the "Tao" itself.

The essence of Tao is life. The true meaning of life is to feel the "sour", "sweet", "bitter", "spicy" and "salty" in life, rather than escaping from the taste of the world like an old monk or Niu Bizi.

If everyone is like the Zen Buddhism's "dead wood Zen", "dry stone Zen", "dry iron Zen"... and extinguishes all desires and greed, then why do we exist as "human beings"? We might as well pray to the Creator to reborn us as stubborn stones, white clouds, or even a cup of dust... because they will never have any desires, and then they will stand still for billions of years and may only shake when affected by the wind. Could this be the ultimate mystery of "morality"?

Therefore, this theory of "eliminating human desires" is actually a denial of "life" (and also a denial of "oneself"). The essence of life lies in "movement" rather than "stillness". The reason why we use "stillness" means (such as "meditation") is to

It is just to achieve better "movement". Therefore, the truly correct philosophy of life, the experience of "Zen" does not lie in "wiping the dust off the mirror of the heart" but in forging the "mirror of the heart" to be more absorbent and attract more "dust". In other words, use the limited and short life to experience more of the world's life, to experience more ups and downs of life, this is the only "Tao". Most people's understanding of Buddhism is actually the biggest "self-attachment" and "attachment to appearances". For me: "The Taoist "Xue Yin Fu Jing" said "Cut off one source of profit, use ten times the teacher", that is to say, if you abandon the worldly desires, you can achieve the way of transcending the world" This is absolutely impossible and extremely wrong. Because in becoming "a speck of dust..."

After reaching this so-called ideal "Mahayana state", you no longer have any desire for anyone (as for whether you will have other "non-human" desires, this is not a question I can answer. Since you are a "speck of dust", why do you need to ask for the "Tao" of "transcendence of the world"? The existence of this desire is precisely because of your existence as a "human"!

Therefore, the essence of the so-called "cultivation" is actually a kind of Ah Q spirit. To use a vivid example, this method of cultivation is equivalent to telling yourself that a beautiful woman is just a skeleton in front of you. This is just self-mental deception and is not the correct way to obtain the mysteries of life - because the beautiful woman is still beautiful when you imagine a skeleton. You do this only because you know that the mysteries of life cannot be understood by your meager talents, so you have to pretend that this "Tao" does not exist at all. Over time, you will naturally succeed in forgetting the existence of this "Tao".

"Tao follows nature" is the true meaning of life.

Born as a human being, you should follow the guidance of your desires and experience what it’s like to be a human being. The only thing you have to do is to figure out the true desires that the Creator gave you when he created you!

Then, find ways to adapt to it.

Strong and positive people allow the outside world to adapt to their desires, while weak and negative people suppress their desires and obey the demands of the outside world.

Realizing the true "I" or even the true "ego" is the only purpose of my life.

The fact that I have not obtained the Tao is not because I have sunk into the siltation of the world; on the contrary, it is because I have not sunk deep enough!

I want to drink my fill of my own desires. And "sword and woman" are the value of my existence!

This ultimate value orientation of my life was determined after I entered a woman's body for the first time when I was eighteen years old. From then on, women became the indispensable sunshine in my "long and arduous" life.

Before that, my expectations for my first love and life were quite vague. I was never quite clear about what I longed for in the world and what she was, or why I wanted to be with that girl. Maybe it was just because she was a girl: with long black hair, she always exuded the fragrance of green apples, and her little red mouth was magically filled with the sweet taste of chocolate.

However, as a half-baked man who knows nothing about sex, the subconscious desire to crack the mystery is definitely the strongest, which exceeds the passion for other things.

I didn't know what to do with this girl who was as beautiful as a flower, but I felt very clearly that I must do something, because she was the best in the world, and "missing her" was equivalent to "missing life". I didn't want to "miss" her. In the end, I didn't miss this woman, but I felt that her desire for me exceeded my desire for her.

I still remember that late spring night when I walked into her bedroom. Suddenly, I felt like someone was grabbing my neck and lifting me up, and I couldn't breathe. My head swelled up, and my eyes widened and my gaze was staring straight ahead: the beautiful and shy girl was lying naked on the bed, smiling and reaching out her hand to me. In the hazy moonlight, her naked skin glowed with a velvety halo, emitting an alluring halo.

In this circle of light, I was dazzled and conquered by her beauty. Apart from sighing: the Creator is so partial to her and gave her beauty and such a beautiful body, I simply cannot think clearly and appreciate her carefully! What's more, at that time, I was a young boy who had never seen a naked woman.

I still remember it clearly. At that time, in addition to being amazed by her graceful figure, what made my heart beat fast and my legs weak was the mystery of women: the straight, plump, white breasts dotted with pitiful pink nipples, and the chestnut grass in the snow-white canyon.

By this time I was already getting impulsive. I had forgotten to appreciate her virgin body carefully. I staggered like a drunk and managed to keep my balance so as not to fall on her.

She said something shyly and softly, but at that time my ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear anything. I wanted to say something, but my throat was tight and I just kept swallowing. She smiled sweetly, and it seemed that her hidden female instinct began to play out. She stood up and pulled me to the window without being lewd at all, and helped me take off my cumbersome outer clothes...

Later, she buried her face, opened her little red mouth, gently put the front end of my cock in her mouth, and sucked it awkwardly.

Her dexterous tongue was playing with the sensitive glans and urethra. I could no longer bear the urge, so I exerted force with both hands, pushed her onto the bed, and began to kiss her fiercely, hug her, and caress her.

Under my hot fingertips, her delicate nipples blossomed and stood up, and her warm and tender petals involuntarily contracted and clamped...

During the exploration, I was suddenly surprised to find that I knew how I should accomplish this sacred mission. I also found that girls who suddenly become shy also know it. My hot fingers kept stirring and raging everywhere. The girl's pure petals, regardless of the dignity of their owner's will, could not help but exude pure dew.

I lay on top of her, gently biting her tempting little earlobe, and blowing my hot breath into her ear hole. She pinched her nipples with her left hand and lightly picked up the flower dew with the fingertips of her right hand, smearing and kneading it all over the outside of her tight valley as if in a demonstrative manner. Each stroke seemed to be applied to the strings of passion in both of us that were already rising like a flame.

I kept stroking her two petals, and then attacked her engorged and erect pearl-like clitoris with my fingertips, grinding and kneading it continuously, vowing to force the lady under me to expose the lustful madness hidden deep in her heart.

There is no escape from the sweet onslaught!

Her cheeks flushed with shame, her eyes tightly shut, she tried to grit her teeth to resist the waves of pleasure, but her forced modesty could not cover up the burning desire all over her body: her tender nipples, unable to bear the temptation of the mad bees and butterflies, were engorged and erect, her two mysterious flower lips had been swollen and enlarged by the teasing, nectar constantly oozing out, as if they were moistened by rain and dew...

“Ah! Ah…”

The pure girl who has never experienced the wind and rain, restlessly stirs her two slender thighs to facilitate her restless fingers and stimulate the more tempting sweet madness in her flesh! Her snow-white neck trembled slightly, and her sexy red lips were tightly bitten, but all this could not cover up the seductive moans coming from her nose...

I slowly opened her legs and pressed the pulsating huge glans of the thick fire stick that I had coveted for a long time against the entrance of her watery honey hole, rubbing and stimulating it repeatedly.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer, and my swollen cock squeezed open the narrow part of the seemingly boneless flower lips, turned it over, and stubbornly continued to go deeper. The girl under me let out a soft "ah" the moment I entered, and then hugged my shoulders and back tightly, as if she wanted to squeeze me completely into her tender and hot body.

She only felt a hot and smooth cock, forcing itself into her tight, muddy body like a pile driver. The electric current that was neither painful nor itchy gathered into an explosive dizziness deep in her heart that hit her whole body, blurring her vision. She was so shy that she had to close her eyes, frown, and bite her lips tightly. However, the most sensitive little pearl was forced to offer more pure nectar under the friction of my cock.

The tightness and heat that I had never experienced before, this kind of ecstatic feeling made me forget everything, as if my cock and her hole were the only things in the world. I couldn't help but speed up the regularity of the thrusting! ; Because every time the freely twitching penis enters and is pulled out, it will always cause sensual pleasure, and the feeling is like a stream of rustling hot magma gushing out from deep underground. The tender flesh of her blood-filled vagina would sensitively turn out and spasm with every thrust of my cock.

“Ah…ah…”

The girl, who had lost her virginity for the first time, could no longer hold back and moaned softly. The huge, hot cock immediately gave her an impactful pleasure that kept exploding in her body. She could not clearly know what she was expecting, because in her sensory world, apart from the thick and long penis penetrating her, there was only a dark ball of joy, but the depths of her unconscious mind deeply looked forward to the arrival of that moment.

I want to use the man's penis that keeps going in and out to blast my whole body into pieces. I feel my hot glans violently poking into the depths of the girl's delicate uterus with each thrust. The flower flesh that is fully moistened by honey juice tightly clamps the penis, and there is a huge suction force that keeps sucking my pleasure. Finally, an extreme pleasure is right in front of me, I want to grab it and reach the peak of happiness!

I tightly blocked the girl's sexy red lips, sucked her fragrant saliva, and stroked her hard nipples with both hands, as if I wanted to squeeze into her entire body. I pushed the thick, long and swollen cock deep into the girl's uterus, and sprayed the hot magma into the virgin's holy land.

"ah……"

At the same time, she was also sent to the peak of bliss by the hot and powerful eruption deep in her body. She shook her hair desperately, as if she wanted to express her inner happiness. At the same time, like an octopus, she wrapped her long legs tightly around my waist, hugged my shoulders with her two small hands, and screamed wildly in my arms until she collapsed like mud...

Her house is located in the beautiful mountains.

That night, everything was so quiet that the rustling sound of the pine trees seemed to be enveloped by the warm and quiet valley and could not be heard at all.

In my ears, there is only the moving moan of my first love...

Afterwards, we were together often, but I could never remember what happened during our first time, and I didn’t even have a clear memory of it. I can only recall her moans and the excitement I felt when her snow-white, smooth flesh pressed against my naked muscles, and her plump breasts bouncing with my movements.

Later...

Over the years, I have tasted all kinds of women.

But I have always wanted to know how girls feel after their first time.

I kept asking this question to the girls in my arms one by one.

Some girls would bury their faces in my shoulders and shyly say, "I forgot." But if I asked them to the end and they really couldn't avoid it, they would hit me and say, "You stinky man, you still dare to ask me without considering my feelings at all. I was in so much pain that I almost fainted."

Some girls would stare at me with their big innocent eyes and say, "What do you feel? I don't feel anything. It seems to hurt a little, but it's not very obvious."

Then, she told me, "Anyway, the next day when I was walking and going to the bathroom, I felt something strange, a very strange feeling that I couldn't explain."

There are many other sayings, all of which are similar.

I can't find what I want to know from these answers. In fact, I just want to know how much impact the first time has on a person and what it means to a person's life process.

However, this bad habit did not start from the beginning. It started when I was dating my second girlfriend, a pretty female student. She stubbornly defended her sacred virginity in my arms.

We lived together for a period of time, and during that time, every night was a battle for and to defend my virginity. She would always beg me to let her go and would think of any possible way to satisfy my swelling desire. However, she never let me have real sex with her. She valued her hymen more than her life.

Everything that happened yesterday is right before my eyes.

She opened her soft red lips and gently took my cock in her mouth. I felt it was unusually wet and smooth. Her dexterous little tongue kept circling on the glans. Every time she swallowed the cock into her mouth, she scraped the edges of the glans hard. At the same time, she stretched out her other delicate little hand and kept massaging my exposed cock shaft and scrotum. Finally, she even reached her hand into the hidden place under my crotch and behind my testicles, kneading, pressing and stimulating. The feeling was simply incomparable, especially when I saw such a beautiful girl trying so hard to please and please me, the man's self-esteem was unprecedentedly satisfied, and often not long after, I could no longer hold back my semen and ejaculated a full cum in her little mouth.

And she always swallowed them without any disgust, and occasionally when a few drops of white semen overflowed from her lips, she would stick out her bright red tongue and swallow them carefully...

Chapter 3 My Heroic Age

However, simple oral sex still did not satisfy me completely.

I reached out and reached into the secret place between her legs. Gently rubbing up and down the slit, outside the honey source, the curly, black, soft pubic hair was sparsely covered on the fleshy mound, and the lips at the entrance of the hole opened and closed, squirming lasciviously in the wetness as she trembled.

I gently touched the pink hole with my fingers, and could see the tempting bright red path leading straight inside. I gently parted her labia with my fingers and blew lightly into them. She couldn't bear it any longer and sat up. She stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly, rubbing her naked body against my chest.

I opened her legs, penetrated between her thighs, held my cock with one hand, and rubbed and moved the swollen glans against the outside of her plump and tender labia to vent the burning desire in my heart. But this only made my desire even stronger. I raised my cock and was ready to penetrate her directly. However, the girl beneath me immediately discovered my intention from the force of my cock pressing against her slit, and she began to struggle and resist desperately.

But how could such a delicate little girl resist the brutal force of a big man who was already overwhelmed by lust?

She soon gave up resisting under me, but just as I was about to penetrate her hymen with my penis already inside her body, I noticed her miserable look that seemed to be about to burst into tears. Even a man with a heart of stone could not resist the silent condemnation of this look. I had no choice but to let out a loud roar, turned the gun around, and stuffed the glans, which was already covered with her secret juice, into her anus.

Being attacked unexpectedly and caught off guard, she suddenly let out a scream and desperately tightened the flesh hole at her back, trying to expel the foreign object from her body.

As I penetrated deeply into her hot body, I felt a kind of happiness I had never felt before rising into my heart. As a result, my cock grew even bigger and I thrust harder inside her, wishing I could stuff both my testicles inside as well.

The thick cock thrusts in and out of the abused woman's body quickly and powerfully.

The girl who was treated roughly whimpered and cried, but because her hymen was preserved, she stopped struggling and let me vent my rising sexual desire inside her anus.

It was a wonderful feeling, she couldn't help but feel it: the tearing pain was mixed with a piercing pleasure, which made her wail while trying to cater to the man's thrusting behind her. As the pain gradually disappeared and the pleasure became more intense, the girl's movements became more frantic.

“Ah…ah…”

I listened to the girl's extremely shameful gasps beneath me and looked at her shy face. In addition, due to the girl's lack of adaptation, the straight wall of her anus kept wriggling like a snake's mouth, making the penis inserted inside seem to be massaged by countless small hands.

This warm, dense, ecstatic feeling is completely different from the tight, slippery feeling of other women's feet, which makes me even more crazy...

The two of them kept moving as if possessed, until a long time later, they both felt satisfied amid the girl's screams of joy...

From then on, on the one hand I doubted her love for me, but on the other hand I couldn't help but disbelieve her love for me.

I think my sometimes perverted sexual behaviors were developed when I was with her.

In the end, her disobedience made my desire grow stronger and stronger, and the battle for virginity became almost the only thing we did when we were together.

In order to prevent myself from being unable to bear it any longer and possessing her by violence, I had to issue her an ultimatum: she had to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I would break up with her.

Perhaps she was afraid of losing me, so she finally told me: "I will only give it to you if I marry you."

I felt that this didn't seem to be a reasonable reason, so I asked with a smile: "What kind of reason is this? We have done so many sex games that normal couples wouldn't do, so what does this count for?"

She further explained, "My first time can only be given to my husband, so before we get married, I will not do this kind of thing with you. That's what I think, you are laughing at me!"

I was in no mood to laugh at her, I just wanted to get her.

I told her, "I'm not laughing at you, we're getting married tomorrow, but you have to satisfy me tonight."

She struggled as usual, but, apparently having lost her moral support, her resistance was weak and futile, and she soon gave up completely.

In my memory, that was the time when I was able to arouse a man's desire to conquer her the most. I pinched the girl's chin with my hand, turned her blushing cheek, exerted a little force on my hand, pinched her little mouth open, and covered her with my big mouth...

“Hmm…Hmm…”

The girl felt suffocated and she struggled slightly, trying to break free from my mouth which was sucking her tongue, but my arms held her tightly, leaving her no way to escape.

“Nu… Nu… No… Don’t…”

The girl frowned slightly and wanted to close her mouth and take a breath of fresh air, but the man's tongue had already invaded her mouth savagely, and his thick tongue was stirring wildly in her mouth.

"Ah... Qinqing, please let me go..."

The girl spoke incoherently with a gaping mouth.

But her orchid-like scent stimulated my desire even more: I hugged her, sucked her soft lips deeply, and inhaled her sweet saliva into my stomach.

“Ah… you’re so annoying…”

The girl was conquered helplessly and shyly, and she took the initiative to stick out her tongue and kiss me deeply.

"Mmm, you're so sweet..."

I continued to greedily absorb it, while reaching out one hand, grasping her full breasts through her clothes and kneading them back and forth.

“No… I don’t want it…”

The girl moaned meaninglessly.

I kept kissing and sucking her, my snake-like tongue sweeping almost every corner of her mouth. In the blink of an eye, the girl was sucked so hard that her whole body became limp, and her beautiful eyes emitted a moist light of passion.

"Hehe... you feel good too. Now, let's repeat the game we played before. Take off your clothes first and help me suck it..."

I smiled maliciously and asked her to kneel in front of me.

She gave me a charming look that scared me to death for a moment, then she slowly took off her clothes, revealing her exquisite and charming body, then bent down in a seductive posture, untied my belt, and took out the beast from between my legs.

The thing was staring at her with its eyebrows raised and eyes wide open. The urethra at the top of its glans was opening and closing as if it was about to devour someone. The veins on its penis were also throbbing...

I once again showed my male pride in front of her, letting her see it clearly, and asked in a demonstrative manner: "How about it, little girl, are you afraid or not? Today I want you to submit to your husband's crotch!"

She touched her chest, pretending to be frightened and delicate, and suddenly stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously. Then, she actually slapped the little head that was trying to stretch its head. I was suddenly startled and said, "You..."

It's about to happen.

She quickly and tactfully held the huge cock in front of her and gently kissed this thing that made her both afraid and loved. Then, she opened her mouth and carefully took the big purple-red glans into her mouth.

I let out a comfortable moan and then thrust forward, pushing my cock in a little further, all the way into the girl's throat.

“Ugh…hate it!”

She groaned, her mouth stretched into a cute O shape, "Hey hey... it's too big, isn't it?"

I smiled proudly again and began to excitedly thrust my dick into her mouth in piston motions.

“Hmm… huh… mmm… mmm…”

She tried hard to suck my cock, but it was only for a moment. As a man, I couldn't help but thrust back and forth while enjoying the girl's blowjob. I saw the huge and long penis appearing in the cherry-like mouth, becoming hard and straight, covered with her saliva, wet and shiny.

The pleasure coming from the groove of the glans was getting stronger and stronger. At the same time, I was standing in front of her, so I could lean over and see her round buttocks raised high. The white tender flesh was particularly conspicuous.

In the peach-like valley, black pubic hair surrounds the bright pink hole, as if it is open and waiting for me to enter...

My cock had become extremely hard and I couldn't bear it any longer, so I bent down, picked her up and put her on the bed beside me as she screamed.

I took off my clothes and pressed my hot body against her beautiful naked body. I reached out to untie and loosen her hair and placed it on the pillow.

The soft light sprinkled on her goddess-like naked body, revealing her beautiful face, firm and tender breasts, translucent skin, round and white buttocks, and even her dark and mysterious triangular garden. All of them were clearly visible under the light. She was so beautiful and incomparable...

The girl was at a loss as to what to do under my malicious gaze and could only turn her head away embarrassedly.

My hands were no longer polite. I touched her beautiful onion-like toes and then her white jade-like calves, then her snow-tender thighs, and slid along her soft buttocks to her flat waist and abdomen. Finally, my hands slid down from her pink neck and stopped on a pair of firm breasts, letting the beautiful breast flesh change into various shapes in my hands.

The girl moaned softly as I touched her roughly.

I suddenly lowered my head, put her already engorged nipples into my mouth and licked them hard: I first used my tongue to draw circles on her tender white jade-like breasts. After drawing a few circles, he suddenly took her nipples, which were beginning to become engorged and erect, into his mouth and began to suck both sides vigorously.

I stretched out another finger, dived down, inserted it shallowly into her flesh hole and gently pumped it in and out. She was immediately struck by lightning. Her beautiful eyes suddenly closed and opened wide. Her tender white naked body twisted wildly under me like a fish out of water. Her perfect feet kicked back and forth desperately, and her ten white and red toes opened and closed, as if she wanted to avoid the rape of my fingers, but also as if she wanted to swallow it deeper.

After a while, I saw the extremely beautiful girl, with her red lips open, moaning, twisting and struggling.

I couldn't bear that kind of seductive look any longer, so I stopped moving my hands and started kissing her cherry lips. I put my tongue into her mouth and stirred her wet tongue, while my other hand mercilessly kneaded her breasts which were still heaving as she gasped.

The light, soft pubic hair covers the two petals that are slightly opening. At the pink entrance in the middle, there is a clitoris that is also slightly pink and the size of a grain of rice.

The girl was already completely limp and powerless, and could only let me do whatever I wanted.

I stretched out two fingers to open her virgin flower, pressed her defenseless clitoris with my thumb, and began to press quickly with my fingers. The girl's sensitive body was stimulated so strongly that she couldn't help but tremble instinctively.

I couldn't help but bend down, move closer, and kiss her lips, letting my flexible tongue constantly wander over her lovely slit, caressing her sexy areas.

The girl was suddenly completely overwhelmed.

Her heavy breathing became more and more rapid, and she involuntarily swayed her head back and forth on the pillow, causing her messy black hair to fly violently in the air and then fall on her snow-white shoulders.

Seeing the girl's reaction, I felt even more itchy. I pressed my big mouth hard on her vagina and sucked, making a "chi chi chi chi..." sound from time to time.

In addition to the obscene sounds, I also focused on pressing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, twisting and fiddling with it.

The woman under him couldn't help but move and twist her hips as if she was having cramps. Her upper body was lifted up hard. At the same time, her plump buttocks began to spasm, and sweet honey flowed down her slender thighs.

The white and tender belly kept rising and falling...

My blood was already boiling, so I stood up, separated her toes with my fingers and inserted them between her toes. Then, I grabbed her beautiful feet with both hands, lifted her long legs high, and moved my waist close to her thighs, rubbing her wet vagina which was already completely open with my huge glans.

The entrance of the girl's lower body was massaged and teased by my penis. The feeling of neither pain nor itchiness, but rather being close yet distant, made her anxious and uneasy: the feeling of emptiness deep in her vagina became stronger and stronger, and she began to feel unbearable itchiness and actively raised her hips to welcome the friction of the glans.

However, I was not in a hurry to enter, but thought: to enjoy the rare chaste body in front of me for as long as possible.

The hot glans repeatedly rubbed the tender buds at the entrance of the girl's hole; sweet electric currents spread from the entrance of the vagina, making her mature, plump, and juicy body full of desire to be penetrated.

Her shy heart was pounding like a deer, her chest was heaving more and more violently, and her breathing was becoming heavier.

"You want it? ...Hmm?"

My cock was still just circling around the hole, not going deeper.

"oh……"

The girl, who was suffering from sexual desire, bit her beautiful lips and tried her best to resist the temptation of sexual intercourse coming from her lower body.

However, the penis, which was so close to the outside of the vagina, just kept grinding without any sign of entering. The fire in her heart ignited by the penis burned more and more fiercely, so the girl's shy defense line slowly collapsed, and she began to be unable to bear the endless torture, and a slight moan escaped from her throat.

She was distressed by my temptation, but I just wanted her to experience the torment of passion she had once given me.

I smiled and said, "Haha... you want it, little girl... but you can't do it now... just enjoy it slowly..."

As he spoke, he worked harder to use his hot glans to scrape the girl's rich folds of flesh outside the hole and slightly inside, but without going in any further.

"No... um... please don't torture me!"

Her brows were almost locked together, her lips were about to be bitten through by her pearly teeth, she could already feel the walls of her vagina oozing with water, and that hateful and slippery cock was still stubbornly grinding and squeezing the outside of her already flooded valley, stopping only at the slightest tasting, and the rough, hot edges had already turned her vagina into a muddy mess.

"If you can't bear it, just tell me... I will definitely satisfy my little baby..."

I deliberately tested her will, teased her constantly, and vowed to make her surrender from then on.

“No…never…”

The smart girl naturally knew my intention. Although her eyes were about to burst into flames, she still used her increasingly weak consciousness to encourage and hold on. But the plump buttocks twisted restlessly against the owner's will. The girl's changes certainly did not escape my eyes. "Hehe...see how I punish you, little girl. See if you dare to disobey me in the future!"

I looked down at her, stretched out a hand, and suddenly inserted it into her anus. At the same time, I raised a finger and pressed it on her swollen and congested clitoris, stimulating it repeatedly.

"ah……"

The unexpected attack made the girl feel like she was electrocuted. She suddenly arched her body, tilted her head back, and her beautiful black hair scattered on her dazed face.

Without waiting for her to recover, I lowered my waist and pushed the thick cock, which was hungry and spitting out mucus, into the wet crack of the pink petals. The red and black glans peeled open the labia roughly with a force that seemed to make a sound.

"ah……"

The girl let out a long, muffled cry, her beautiful eyebrows frowned, and her lower body felt as if a red-hot iron rod was driven into it. Her uterus, which was visited by a man for the first time, was slightly aching. However, the pain of losing her virginity did not hinder the girl's rising passion. The emptiness in her lower body was filled by the huge glans, and the sense of satisfaction at that moment made the pure girl feel dizzy. She only knew that when the man on her thrust his hot, thick penis into her body, she could finally release the desire that had been suppressed in her body...

When my grown penis was suddenly filled into the crack of the petals, I felt a warm, soft and slippery wall of flesh tightly surrounding me, and the heat inside seemed to melt me ​​completely.

I didn't care about the girl's initial pain under me, and just hit the woman's slender channel violently, causing the layers of pink honey meat in her cavity to flip under the drive of the penis.

“Puff, puff…”

The obscene sound of water came clearly into my ears.

The woman's honey juice gushed out from the junction of the two of us like a spring, flowing all over the bed.

Her flesh hole was so intoxicating that I used all my strength to thrust my huge, hot cock in and out of her soft, hot vagina quickly, rubbing the beautiful, flower-like labia and the engorged, hard clitoris of the woman beneath me from time to time.

Soon, I felt my sweaty body becoming sticky, and even the air began to be polluted by lust.

But I simply couldn't stop the powerful friction of my cock inside her hot body. It seemed that after a long period of foreplay, the pent-up energy in the body, once it burst out, was like a mountain torrent, and could no longer be stopped.

I leaned forward, pressed the woman's thighs to her chest, and began to thrust up and down vigorously. My testicles swung wildly and hit the woman's perineum.

The woman, who was tortured both physically and mentally, finally shook her head frantically on the pillow, groaning like she was crying.

The continuous and strong friction made the woman's heart beat strongly, and the sexy electric current burst out from her flesh hole in waves, like layers of waves, quickly surging throughout her body...

Her consciousness had long been lost, and she only knew how to awkwardly comply without knowing her place in the world.

Finally, the woman's fiery flesh hole began to twitch rhythmically uncontrollably, and she instinctively knew that the moment of happiness was finally coming...

Chapter 4: Unforgettable Time

But I suddenly pulled out my cock which was covered with vaginal fluid.

“Ah… no!”

A woman who has just tasted the wonderful taste of sex is like sitting in a machine that keeps rising. However, the propulsion chain suddenly breaks, her feet are empty, and her whole body falls into the bottomless abyss like a meteor...

"Give it to me, give it to me quickly, my dear brother..."

The girl shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and begged incoherently.

I ignored her and turned her delicate body over, which was lying limp on the bed. I asked her to raise her toned and sexy buttocks to do a doggy style pose. Then, I grabbed my cock from behind and thrust it deep into her!

"ah!……"

She uttered a long, joyful cry of satisfaction, and tears of excitement poured out.

At the same time, I reached down with both hands, tightly grasped her elastic breasts, and began to thrust rhythmically from behind her. With the inertia of my weight, my burning cock hit the deepest part of the woman's body every time. "Ah... don't..."

After less than two strokes, the woman kneeling under him couldn't help but scream, "You really don't want it? ... I think you want more..."

I teased the woman who was going crazy.

The woman was quickly submerged in the whirlpool of lust again. Sparks of desire kept appearing in front of her dark eyes. The flesh holes in another person's body were so hot and swollen that they seemed to melt.

"Please, please, I don't... don't... want it... anymore!"

She buried her face in her hands spread out on the pillow, shaking her head wildly and crying.

But I still refused. Instead, I pushed the cock into her body more violently, gradually pressing the woman's originally raised buttocks down. This sexy impact only became more intense, moving, and unstoppable. The woman felt that every time the hot cock was pulled out, it seemed to pull out her soul. Every time it hit her, it seemed to hit her fragile spiritual world directly, bringing her violently to the peak of desire, and she couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching moan!

"ah……"

The woman was being pounded to death by the penis that penetrated her body, and her breasts hanging in front of her chest kept swinging from side to side.

In, out...

The intense pleasure made me thrust with all my strength regardless of everything.

“Puff, puff, puff…”

There was another fierce impact of the cock, and the woman's arms became more and more numb. Her two tender hands were almost unable to support her body, and her consciousness gradually became blurred. Only her smooth buttocks were still pulling hard with the rhythm of the cock.

The intense pleasure made me thrust harder and harder. The muddy and hot passage made it impossible for me to hold on any longer. Suddenly, I felt a burst of numbness and tingling. I couldn't help but moan repeatedly. Finally, I thrust my penis quickly and ejaculated inside the woman's body...

The man behind her had reached the climax, and the woman, accompanied by the spasms and spurts of the penis in her body, could no longer bear the hot semen that powerfully washed over her uterus. Her snow-white and plump buttocks unconsciously pushed back hard, her pink flesh tightly clamped and twitched, and sticky honey flowed out in waves. At the same time, she couldn't control her long and lewd cries of joy. At this moment, the woman in the climax felt that her whole body was warm as if she was about to melt, and time seemed to have completely stopped. Then, there was an endless fall of happiness in the darkness...

But this is just the beginning, not the end.

During this night, my penis rubbed violently in her engorged flesh again and again, causing her remaining hymen to scrape against my glans, until I repeatedly filled her virgin uterus with semen, leaving her lying in my arms, weak and weeping...

Happy times always pass away quickly.

The next day, we didn’t get married as we wished. She was hit by a speeding car and disappeared from my life from then on…

Many years later, I stood silently in front of her grave in the pouring rain holding an umbrella, and suddenly I understood why I could not remember my first feeling: for many years I have been trying to forget those two sunny girls like flowers, and kept changing new girlfriends, just to forget these two beautiful girls who once occupied such an important position in my life. The sudden disappearance of each of their vibrant lives without any warning is a pain and burden that my fragile and lonely heart cannot bear.

I had been throwing myself into it, trying to forget them: using women's bodies to stimulate myself was just to stop myself from feeling sad, but I was just a little bit away from success...

The moment I understood, I was in the empty cemetery, with tears gushing out and rain pouring down on my face, coating my face and the depths of my heart.

From then on, I missed the feeling of my first love's body even more: I crawled on that girl's body, feeling like I was lying on a pile of fresh flower petals, embracing such beauty in my arms, and there was a sour fragrance.

When my tongue explores her mouth, there is always a sweet chocolate fragrance that penetrates my heart...

Whenever I think of my second girlfriend who almost became my wife, I feel a sense of emptiness and infinite disappointment in my heart...

If I had kept either of them by my side, perhaps my restless desires would have been quelled long ago, and I would have lived a peaceful and happy family life like ordinary people. However, the Creator who controls everything in the dark obviously does not want me to live an ordinary life, so...

There must always be a theme in life that makes you obsessed and most importantly, it can occupy most of your free time so that you don't do nothing and waste your life.

For example, my father's only goal in life was to cultivate to the third stage of the "Four Dhyanas and Eight Samadhis" and to reach a state of transcendence and doing whatever one wants, proving that he had ensured that our big family with a glorious "revolutionary" tradition would never have successors, and that he was undoubtedly the best one among them.

In my memory, after he taught me all the Kung Fu (some of which were just martial arts manuals), he said coldly: "Boy! Take it well. If you lose it, I will break both your legs!"

As for whether my father is smarter than his predecessors, I don’t know because apart from my father, I have not met any more “ancient” male ancestor of mine. However, after I turned 18, I arrogantly told him in front of him: "My life theme is "swords and women", and my achievements will definitely far exceed yours!"

When he heard this, his face turned green on the spot, but he knew that if he debated with me, he would only die a more miserable death in front of my eloquent voice, so in the end he just gave me a vicious look and snorted, as a counterattack against me.

His helplessness made me even more unbridled. After entering college, I even went to the point of openly bringing each of my ex-girlfriends home to spend the night. However, this doesn't mean that I only think about picking up girls and having sex all day and don't think about anything else.

I spent the first half of my life racking my brains, always trying to solve a problem: how to explain the mystery of the existence of the universe, the ultimate meaning of life, and when my "heroic age" will come.

However, on this late spring night eleven years later, I had to drag my shabby suitcase and wander around the streets and alleys of the brightly lit metropolis of "Shanghai", just to find a place to sleep. I had no spare time to think about any mysterious topics such as "the mysteries of the universe" and "the true meaning of life".

When I passed by the pedestrian bridge on Huaihai East Road, several fashionable and revealing girls wearing gaudy and heavy makeup under the lights kept calling out to me to solicit my business: "Sir, do you want a girl?"

"Would you like the young lady to accompany you?"

Among them, there were even two hot women who leaned on me, one on the left and one on the right, and said coquettishly: "Little brother, come with your sister to find a place to play, your sister will pay for it, and you don't need a penny!"

She looked so lustful and greedy, as if she was about to take out a sharp knife from the small bag she was carrying on her side, kidnap me to some dark corner, and then "pour candles on me" to execute me on the spot: first rape me and then kill me.

I was constantly harassed by these frenetic bees and butterflies, so I quickly pushed aside these midnight nightbirds and continued on my way...

After all, although I consider myself a playboy and a lecher, I still have certain principles and would not degenerate to the point of sleeping in the same bed with a street prostitute.

At this time, I began to feel that I was at my wits' end, so I couldn't help but think of my dear sister Qinshu: perhaps it would not be a bad idea to shamelessly go to her house. Although it would be a bit abrupt, it would be much better than sleeping on the streets.

However, when I felt my pocket, I found that the business card with her home phone number on it had already "flew away". This was a big shock. I hurriedly opened my suitcase under the street light and searched through it piece by piece. I searched carefully three times, but still couldn't find it.

Finally, under the dim light of the street lamp, I discovered that the pocket of my shirt where the business card was originally placed had a big hole in it. Qinshu's sister's "name piece" must have been lost when I put it in my pocket. Where can I find it now?

I held up the pocket with a big hole in it and smiled bitterly at the street light: Is it possible that such a treacherous sister will just disappear like that?

Finally, after losing all possibilities of finding a place to stay under a roof, I had no choice but to seriously consider and accept the reality of sleeping on the streets. After all, wandering the streets is not a good idea. Not to mention the pimps after dark, it would be really miserable if I were treated as an outsider by the lovely and responsible police "uncles" on the streets of Shanghai and locked up in a detention center to eat free "prison meals".

Although in terms of physical satisfaction, this kind of free accommodation is much better than having nowhere to go, I still instinctively decline this "privilege"!

Thinking about the warm weather during the day, I finally decided to spend the night in a rockery cave in the forest park of Luxun Park, close to Shanghai International Studies University.

To be honest, I had quite a few romantic affairs and encounters with girls in several caves there, which I can chew over and savor slowly in this boring long night. You know, Shanghai International Studies University is the base camp for the pure and beautiful female students in this glamorous metropolis of Shanghai! Therefore, I still miss the several deep caves there very much.

I have decided to spend a "candlelight night" there to pay tribute to the past and arrived at the entrance of Lu Xun Park.

I walked around the park guards' route with ease and came to the rockery. It was almost the same as it was five or six years ago, except that the smell was not so good. Perhaps today's campus couples have enough money and rarely have to go into caves to show affection and avoid the eyes of classmates and teachers like I did back then.

I moved two wooden lounge chairs from the park that had fallen off due to disrepair into the cave to use as makeshift beds. I then picked up a few clean, discarded cardboard boxes that I found in front of several closed roadside shops and spread them on the makeshift wooden bed. Then I bought a thick stack of newspapers such as the Xinmin Evening News and the Jiefang Daily from a 24-hour convenience store near the park and used them as a quilt and bedding. Then I fell down with my clothes on and my head covered and fell asleep.

At the beginning, I was really self-conscious about my goodness and couldn't help but start to feel proud of my own cleverness.

However, my bad luck apparently only lasted until the first half of the night. In the first half of the night, I was really tired because I had been running all day and experienced many ridiculous things, so I fell into a deep sleep quickly.

Unexpectedly, the nights in Shanghai in spring were still quite cold. The cold wind blew into the cave. I finally couldn't stand the cold anymore, so I got up and walked out of the cave and came to the lawn in front of the mountain...

Opposite the rockery is the Lu Xun Memorial Hall, which is built in the style of a Jiangnan folk house. The golden calligraphy on the plaque in front of the door is said to be written by Zhou Enlai himself.

A short distance to the northwest is Lu Xun's tomb. The cemetery covers an area of ​​about 1,600 meters and is surrounded by evergreen trees such as pine, cypress, camphor, and white magnolia. There is currently a bronze statue of Lu Xun on the lawn of the square.

Luxun Park is just a resting place used as a memorial, so it does not cover a very large area. Apart from the "Lu Xun Tomb" and "Lu Xun's Former Residence", there is only a man-made river running through it, and there is not much to see.

I stood there in a daze for a while, then started jogging along the winding tree-lined path.

Soon, I circled the park and returned to the rockery cave. My stiff limbs were finally loosened up. But what was funny was that another trouble soon followed. The fresh air I breathed in while running soon made my stomach growl.

With an empty stomach and a belly full of stale air, I didn't feel warm at all. Instead, I felt unusually cold.

Therefore, I had to go back to the rockery cave, but in order to resist the cold, I no longer lay down, but sat cross-legged, slowly exercising my internal energy to penetrate all the meridians in my body.

What I am adopting now is the seven-limbed meditation posture of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. According to legend, there are as many as ninety-six kinds of meditation postures, including several sleeping postures and methods.

However, the commonly used posture, especially the method of practicing meditation among various sects in Buddhism, mostly adopts the "Seven-Point Sitting Method", which is also referred to as "cross-legged sitting" or commonly known as "cross-legged sitting method". The so-called "Seven-Point Sitting Method" is the seven key points of physical requirements for practitioners of meditation.

Specifically, the feet are crossed, the spine is straight, the left and right hands are clasped under the dantian (below the lower abdomen), and placed flat on the hips to form the "Samadhi mudra" (which means the concentration mudra). The left and right shoulders are slightly spread out until they are moderately flat. The head is straight, and the back of the head is slightly retracted and relaxed. The eyes are slightly open, as if half-open and half-closed, as if looking at nothing. At the same time, the tongue lightly touches the upper jaw, just like a baby who has not yet grown teeth and is in a deep sleep...

During the meditation process, the acquired consciousness returns control of the body to the innate consciousness. At this time, the blood circulation in the body slows down and the burden on the heart is reduced. At the same time, the body posture is correct, there is no more exercise to consume physical energy, and the pituitary endocrine is evenly distributed without the stimulation of limb movement. You will gradually feel a sense of fullness in your limbs and internal organs.

After this feeling occurs, the central nervous system, the end of the spine, and the kidneys will usually clearly feel a large amount of heat flowing out. From here, the heat gradually spreads along the flow of Qi and blood, like a worm wriggling, gradually warming the whole body.

This is the key point of this practice.

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