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The rhythm of the city is like the running of a horse, with its own inherent rhythm and constant changes.
In this bizarre world, my messy and earthy thoughts seem out of place.
Standing on the overpass at night and watching the traffic whizzing by, I left behind only a trail of memories that made me imagine a lot, making my already anxious mood even more irritable. A breeze blew and I threw away the empty bottle of wine. The woman called me and insisted that I finish the plan tonight because the client would come to review it tomorrow. This weird idea has been giving me a headache for days.
For a promotion of body shaping underwear, the customer was picky and almost harsh. I tried my best but still couldn't satisfy them.
Today the woman gave me a strict order that if I can't produce a draft by tomorrow, I will leave and she will close the business. The woman is about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old this year. She is very aggressive. The politest insult she said to me was that hooligans are not to be feared, but hooligans with culture are to be feared.
The company she founded has just started.
She is a woman who doesn't understand business but is very creative. She speaks rudely, likes to curse, and has no feminine gentleness at all.
I guess she might have been stimulated.
But every time I couldn't bear the humiliation and wanted to leave, she would coax me, saying things like "I have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, don't mind it" and so on.
What was your intention when you scolded others? Then she laughed.
When a woman is not fierce, she is actually very cute, smiling and full of tenderness.
It's not easy for a woman to hold a business on her own. Forget it, I won't argue with her. You say yours and I do mine.
But she never owed me wages, and this was the most important reason why I didn't leave decisively.
Sometimes she goes out and doesn’t come back for a day or two. I feel a little uncomfortable with it. I feel uncomfortable when there is no one nagging me. Am I being a cheapskate?
I heard a fat woman across the street say that women have a habit of sleeping naked, but I have never seen that before. The fat woman also warned me, "Be careful, boy, that woman is not an easy person to deal with, and she might do it to you one day." I blushed to my ears, but now is the era, it's normal for anyone to do it to anyone once, as long as it's not forced.
But so far, nothing has happened. This business was a big one and the woman took it very seriously. All other links were ready, but the main creative character was too rigid and the customer was not satisfied.
I have revised the draft three times, and the client feels it is too tacky.
If you ask him to find fault, he can't find anything to fault with it. He just says it's too vulgar, extremely vulgar.
There is no way, the customer is God, but what the hell is this God! I staggered towards the company, where the woman lived.
The door was closed, but I had the key and opened it.
I already had a preliminary idea for the whole picture, but when I looked for some characters that could express the theme online, none of them were suitable.
The woman was shouting in the bedroom. I carefully pushed the door open and turned on the light. The woman was naked and the gauze quilt had slipped to the ground.
I didn't have time to cover my eyes. The woman woke up, saw me staring at her, and shouted: "What are you looking at? Get out of here now." I quickly lowered my head and said, I came in because I heard you calling. The woman pulled the quilt over her body: “I’ve never seen a woman before!” I suddenly got angry: "Do you think I want to see you? Look at yourself in the mirror. You are drunk every night, and you are a woman. You are just an alcoholic. I don't want to work for your crappy company anymore." "If you don't want to do it, get out of here. I can't do without you. Who do you think you are?" "Okay, I'll leave now." I was so angry that I was incoherent and rushed out of the bedroom. This woman is simply a crazy woman. You can't tell when she will bite you.
I don't have much to pack up, just a few books and works, and I sorted out the files in the computer. I do things based on principles. Even if I'm not doing anything anymore, I will organize the things that people need, so that customers can come and find them, which will cause delays.
After finishing everything, I picked up my pockets and a bag and was about to walk out, when I suddenly heard a woman crying. I stopped. After all, she was a woman, and I couldn't be too stingy with her even if she cried. Thinking of this, I turned back, opened the door and wanted to say goodbye and leave. The woman was wearing a gauze, translucent pajamas.
His face was covered with tear marks, and he looked so pitiful.
I put my bag down and looked at her blankly. She slowly walked towards me and said angrily, "Go, go." While pushing me out, she held me tightly. I said, "Let go," but she held my clothes tightly and I couldn't take them off.
I couldn't help but laugh. She looked at me angrily and suddenly twisted the muscles on my arm with her hands.
You used so much force that I didn't feel any pain. If you do this again next time, I will never keep you.
I know her performance is over and I can't leave anymore. I owe you this for the rest of my life.
There was a gleam in the woman's eyes, but I pretended not to notice and went straight to the computer, where I sat angrily, fiddling with the mouse.
After she made such a fuss, I lost all my thoughts and just randomly browsed the web pages.
The woman was in the room with the door ajar, and I shook my head.
Go over and close the door.
Just as I was thinking of looking for some ideas outside, I heard a sound of "light".
The woman slammed the door shut.
The boundless night sky is twinkling with stars, and the dozens of stars are like the naughty eyes of a woman. What happened to v? I found that the shadow of women is everywhere.
The mysterious neon lights reveal the mystery and deep passion in the woman's eyes.
There are no more creative ideas in my mind, only images of charming women.
No way, could it be that I... I laughed to myself, oh, I discovered the unconscious secret in my heart.
I slapped myself twice on the mouth.
What a loser! Think about what she does.
On the busy street, the number of people gradually decreased.
I was sitting on the overpass, which is where I think and watch the passing vehicles. Whenever I get absorbed in watching, I'll have an idea. But today I just can't get into the state. What keeps swaying before my eyes is the charming figure of a woman.
It doesn't make sense. I don't care about her and I don't have any feelings for her.
What happened today? It's abnormal.
The breeze accompanied the city night gently. A pair of lovers walked across the overpass, arm in arm. A couple came over, the woman was in front angrily, and the man had a smile on his face, apologizing over and over again. Begging the woman to go back.
I laughed to myself. People are so complicated. Their emotions and mentality are fickle.
Perhaps it is this unpredictability that makes our lives interesting. I thought of women. Maybe they vented their temper because they were lonely, and they chose me as the target of their venting. And I am very considerate of other people's feelings.
This may be the budding stage of fate. When I threw away the last cigarette butt, my thoughts were still a mess. I walked back disappointed.
Suddenly, I felt myself blushing, and a somewhat "sexy" idea flashed through my mind, but it was fixed in place like a mold.
I was surprised at the boldness of my idea. I hurried back to the store door and opened it with my key, but it was locked from the inside. I knocked on the door hard and woke up the fat woman on the south side of the road. It was such a loud noise that it didn't let people sleep.
When he saw it was me, he said with ill intent, "What's the matter? You're still working on some creative ideas with the boss in the middle of the night?"
I was too lazy to pay attention to her. The woman was woken up by the knock. She might not have slept at all. Why would she come back?
I told her to open the door. She opened the door, glanced at me, and saw the fat woman across the street: "What are you looking at? Keep an eye on your husband and don't meddle in his business." The fat woman closed the window angrily. "Come on in." The woman was still angry. I don't bother with her.
Tell her, I have a good idea. The woman became slightly interested. Tell me about it, I said blushingly. Use you as the main character, blur your breasts and that area, take two photos of you when you just wake up, and then take a photo of you wearing body shaping underwear. The woman said angrily: "How dare you think of letting me get naked for others to see. What the hell are you thinking!" I said, don't worry, I mean it should be blurry so others can't see the real thing. "Stop talking nonsense and put it on for me to see!" I said, how can I do that? I'm a man, and if I put on something that bulges out in the front, people will still buy it after seeing it.
She laughed and said, "No, no, I can't take off my clothes."
I wonder why you are so conservative.
There are many people taking nude photos on the Internet now, all of them showing the charm of the human body, and they are all girls in their twenties!
You are an old woman and an experienced person, so what are you afraid of? This company is yours anyway. If you want to hire a model and it will cost you some money, think about it carefully. I am doing this for your own good.
It would be so embarrassing if others saw it.
I said everyone has a first time, so just sacrifice for yourself once.
If you're embarrassed, I have another idea, which is to blur your face, and it will look like that below.
Just like a masked person wearing a mask, even if he walks naked on the street, no one knows who he is.
How could you be so cunning and treacherous, kid? I said what you said was too harsh, this is called creativity.
You guys who are into creative things are all cultured hooligans! None of them are good. I'm asking you to do it or not. This is the best I can do. If you don't want to do it, I don't have any other tricks. You should ask someone more skilled in the field for help. Maybe the expert you ask can come up with an idea to help you sleep with a man! The woman twisted my muscles again.
This time I felt pain and I knew she agreed.
I'll observe and see from which angle to shoot.
The woman took off her pajamas and put on tight underwear. Her blushing face showed a kind of charm. The characteristic of a mature woman is her strong temperament. When she stood there, it was like a book with a plot unfolding, which made your heart fluctuate. I stared at it for a while. "What are you looking at, you big pervert?" I said you sound like a shrew when you talk, so shut up immediately. Smile. "You're playing tricks on me!" The woman glared at me. She is so beautiful no matter how I look at her. I didn't have any feelings for her before, but I don't know what happened today. It's the same with people. I can't tell when I developed feelings for someone. The only flaw was that her expression was unnatural and fake. I secretly thought of a solution without telling her. I set up the camera tripod and installed the shutter cable. The woman's interior was quite stylish, with all bamboo objects, elegant and simple, unpretentious and plain. The colors are light and natural.
I asked her if she had any better quilts, ones that were a little more transparent. The woman went to the back and found a light pink scarf, which was nice and could arouse a man's imagination.
The woman lay on her side on the bed and turned her head slightly. I laughed and asked, "What are you doing, robot?" Can you be more natural? "Photographers who are more famous than you don't have as many requirements as you do. Even a master like you has so many requirements."
I didn't want to waste any more time talking to her and just wanted to come up with this idea as quickly as possible. I'm a technician and I have plenty of scary little objects, so I went out and got a simulated centipede. While she was posing, I threw it on the bed, then went back to the camera and pinched the shutter cable with my hand. I told her to move to the right, and just then her hand touched the simulated centipede and she turned her face away in fright. I took the opportunity to pinch the shutter cable.
There are several in a row. I looked back at the digital camera and it was amazing. The beauty was shocked! I walked up to her and said, "It's okay, it's fake."
The woman threw herself on me, and I felt her trembling all over, with beads of sweat oozing out of her body. I laughed, stupid girl! A small insect can scare me like this.
There are three sets of photos in total, one set of photos showing a frightened woman, and one set of photos showing the side curves of a woman, with her half-naked body under the gauze. The face can only be seen behind the cheek line. Unrecognizable face. The third group is displayed from the front.
I chose one picture from the first group and one picture from the second group for comparison. It just happens to express the theme.
It took me over an hour to make it. It looks good no matter how you look at it. The woman's expression is natural and generous. The other party's art director was very optimistic about this idea and immediately asked the vice president for permission. The vice president said he would invite the woman to dinner in the evening.
The woman asked me to go too, but I said, they are treating me to a meal and it would be inconvenient for me to go. The woman said, what should we do if this guy has bad intentions? I said, he is so rich, there is no woman he can't get, don't be so conceited, even I don't have any feelings towards you, so go ahead and don't worry. The woman widened her eyes, extremely angry.
In the evening, I went to a food stall to eat. The food stalls in the city were very popular. The street was several thousand meters long, and the whole street was bustling with barbecue, draft beer, and people's noise.
I ordered two draft beers, sat down at a small table, and grilled a few squid claws. The cool draft beer is refreshing.
You can relax now. This scene is chaotic but grand. Looking at the people in front and behind me, I felt an indescribable sense of pleasure. It feels so good to gulp down beer, and the glass is finished in no time.
I picked up my second cup and continued to drink. Suddenly, the phone rang. "Where the hell are you?" the woman started cursing. I felt so upset that I hung up the phone, but it kept ringing. I picked up the phone and said, "Watch your mouth. I'm not your servant." There was a sound of a woman crying. "Come back and tell me!" Maybe he was really bullied. I ran back quickly. The woman had messy hair and was sitting in the house. "I was really bullied!" The woman shook her head.
I said "Tsk", you are kidding me. "I'm too bored alone."
Then just cry by yourself. Why do you always ask me to do something? I’m just a worker. The woman's red eyes looked at me. "Are you really confused or are you just pretending? I like you." I was so angry that I said it again, you are making fun of me. My dear sister, I am a country girl, you can't treat me like this. If I get stimulated, my nerves will become abnormal. The woman began to laugh. I shook my head. "Tsk, I thought you were bullied by someone!" "What the hell are you thinking? She is much less educated than you. I am still cautious when I am with you, but I am more relaxed when I am with her. You made her naked with bad intentions." "How can you talk like that, woman? Do you have any conscience?" "I'm kidding. You're still a man, but you're so stingy." "I'm hungry. I was just too happy. I didn't eat anything at the party. I'll treat you. What do you want to eat?" "Let's eat at a food stall." "You are just a country person who is not presentable." "I like it." "Okay, let's go to the food stall." The woman smoothed her hair. It was late, but still hot. The woman was wearing a light green gauze shirt. A pair of bleached jeans. The long legs look even more graceful. The woman was swearing as she walked, causing many people to look back, wondering why a beautiful woman could be so vulgar. But I'm used to it, no one is perfect. I have never seen your man before. I was surprised by such a sentence out of the blue. Dead, the woman said calmly. I saw the anger in his eyes. The fat woman mentioned that her husband eloped with a young lady and took away all their savings. The woman drank a lot of wine, and I ate some squid feet and drank two large glasses of draft beer.
On the way back, we sat down on the overpass. Looking at the passing cars, the woman said, "Sometimes I really want to jump down. It's all over. I'm so tired." Okay then, I'll dance with you. "Who do you think you are? Dance with me."
"Who are you? You pervert. How can you say something so hurtful?" I was so angry that I was shaking. "I really want to spank you."
"Go ahead and hit me!" The woman smiled foolishly: "I really want someone to beat me up now. I'm so annoyed. Go ahead and hit me." The woman twisted my muscles with her hands. It hurts so much. I broke free, left her there, and walked away without looking back.
I didn't know where to go, but I just wanted to get some distance away from her.
The woman's steps were a little messy behind, and suddenly she cried "Ouch" and fell to the ground. I turned back, but didn't go over immediately. The woman just sat there and didn't get up, and I stood still. After a standoff of more than two minutes, some people gathered around. I had no choice but to go over and help her.
The woman shook off my hand and stood up alone. He limped forward, and when I tried to help him, she angrily tried to get rid of me. I held onto her arms tightly and her nails dug into mine. This isn't the only wound on my arm. I've never been so ruthless in a fight. My heart ached and tears welled up in my eyes. I turned my head and walked forward silently.
The woman stopped making a fuss and followed behind obediently. I sent him back to the company and wanted to get out. Her hands held me so tightly that I felt like I was trapped in a noose. "Stay," the woman's eyes expressed a tender feeling. I shook my head. Turn around and walk outside. The woman stopped me and said, let me show you something.
He led me into the bedroom, took out a box from under the bed, opened it, and my face turned red when I saw it. "I'm not a bad woman!" There was a vibrator inside the box. I took the box and threw it on the ground. The woman hugged me tightly.
I covered the woman's mouth with my own. The woman's body is hot. Scorching hot. My skin touched the cool bamboo mat and I felt a huge temperature difference. The woman looked very light, but her body was very heavy. Her solid muscles made it difficult for me to breathe. The woman did not move. It just sucked me so hard that I fell into a deep whirlpool and couldn't escape. Just like this, we held each other quietly, neither of us exerting any effort. It was as if two swordsmen were competing in internal strength. The woman bit me with her teeth and blew on me with the hot air from her breath. I felt hot. "You are dead, motionless." I looked at her quietly without saying a word.
I felt something wet flowing down there. I know women have it. The woman began to wriggle like a snake.
Gradually, gradually, the movements became bigger and bigger... The woman has changed, from a shrewish woman to a gentle woman. She says fewer rude words and has more shy expressions. However, I feel that something is missing from the woman. Men are just mean. I slapped myself hard twice. Thank you for sharing. I think it is right to register. |
