When I was in college, I rented a house outside because of insomnia and because I didn't want to be close to the opposite sex. When I was in high school, I once went to the hospital and saw posters of sexually transmitted diseases hanging on the wall, all of which were women's devastated bodies and eroded sexual organs. Since then, I have a misogyny complex in my heart. The landlord is an ordinary-looking woman in her twenties. She has been married for three years and has no children. Her husband is doing business in Guangzhou and guarding a small building on the second floor.

That day, when I went back, I met her in a daze with a racket. I suggested playing with her, and she readily agreed. I don't seem to be wearing underwear, and my chest is tumbling up and down when I run the ball. It didn't take long for me to lose my mind and dare not straighten up. My body has reacted. She seemed to realize it, but she said without a trace, "Are you tired?" Call another day. "

At night, I lost sleep again, and my mind was full of her figure. I wandered downstairs and found a ray of light projected from the bathroom in the corridor. I looked in along the leaking place, and the landlady was taking a bath. I held my breath and supported myself on the railing of the corridor, watching her every move. Her body is white and smooth, her chest is full, and her hands gently rub her body. I kept a stiff posture and didn't dare to move, for fear that the scene would disappear instantly.

My blood is boiling, my breath is getting thicker and thicker, and I dare not look down any more. This is the first time I have seen a mature woman's body so close. The whole process took about 29 minutes, and I couldn't stand straight. When I folded back to the bedroom upstairs, it was already past morning 1. Since then, my insomnia has become more serious.

After that night, I was waiting for the rabbit, and I could hear the sound of her closing the door into the bathroom every night. I was very excited. Fortunately, she takes a bath almost at the same time every night, sometimes just casually, sometimes walking on her plump body with her hands while washing, and sometimes moaning in a low voice. This peeping day ended in June of that year.

That day, she went upstairs and asked me for water. I stood behind her, and she bent down to pour water from the tea bottle into the cup. Her round hips are stretched tightly by jeans, which is sexy and attractive. I can't help but want to touch them, but I never dare to make a move. I can only stand there in a daze seemingly calmly, and my excitement is even stronger. The action of pouring water seems to have lasted for centuries, and it seems to be fleeting. She turned and walked out, gently leaving a sentence: "10 downstairs, I'll wait for you!" "

I don't know how to spend the rest of the night. I can't read, just wait impatiently for time to pass. Before 10, the light in her room went out. I walked forward timidly. The door was left unlocked, and only the small lamp at the head of the bed gave off a faint light, so you could see her blushing face exposed outside the quilt.

She motioned me to go to bed. I'm at a loss. I don't know how to proceed. She helped me take off my clothes one by one. As soon as my tender fingers touch the skin, nervous joy will radiate to my whole body. She slowly opened the corner of my body and fell like a metal conductor. My hand reached into her chest and turned on the power. She began to tremble and her tender skin began to dance incisively and vividly.

This is a young woman whose body once floated before my eyes, and countless dreams are now in my hand. She guided me step by step, and I haven't suffered from insomnia since the madness that night. I began to like the opposite sex, and some people liked me. I made friends generously and held the girl's hand sweetly. Everyone around me was surprised at my change except my landlord. It was she who made me put down my mystery and filled me with longing. We enjoyed ourselves for a year in that isolated building.

The next year, her husband's business in the south became better and better, and she moved to Guangzhou with him. I have never seen her since. Time flies, it has been 10 years. No matter how many tricks I have now, I always feel that the first night in the small building has opened a new stage of my life. Although there is no love, her persuasion, her nuance and her devotion are the most perfect unity of sex. When I am alone, I will still think of the woman who opened my body for the first time, clear and vague.