R-rated short story | Christmas Snow (Work Girl No. 2 NFT)

"Have you returned to Taiwan?"

He got up very late on vacation today, and walked leisurely from Bei'an Road to Du Juan's Nest, with no one on the way. He was the third group of customers in the store. The bar is a tall and thin girl, and I often see her recently. After ordering, he sat leaning against the wall, swiping his phone boredly, and when the dumplings were served, he clicked Jack'd on a whim to see if there were any good items nearby. After all, there is a whole day.

Maybe find someone to talk to? A few days ago, he saw a dish on Jack'd. After a few words of greetings, the other party invited him to visit in sneakers. There is a hashtag "shoe control" on his self-introduction. Do you like watching people wear sneakers? So special. With lube, condoms, and sneakers, he walked to the other party's house. He was taller than the photo, but his sexuality was immortal. After entering the door, the other party picked up one of his shoes, led him to the bedside, and hugged him and rubbed his lower body. The tip of his tongue slid across his neck and cheeks. The moment the other party squatted down, he subconsciously took off his pants and waited for the warm lips. After waiting for a while, he looked down and saw that the other party was intoxicated with smelling his shoes. A tall man with a slightly childish face, intoxicated by smelling his shoes, slowly slipped down his pants and masturbated, moaning as he sniffed. He slowly put on his trousers. After being surprised, he was a little angry, and with a little fear, he grabbed his shoes and ran out. When he got home, he was full of sins. So it was "shoe control"? He must have hurt someone.

The spiciness of the dumplings made him even more lustful. He took a deep breath to suppress possible erections, and calmly browsed the dating app like Lattice. Each box was visual first, the decorations of Lattice were compared with the photos on the software, and then the content, Lattice was interesting. Items are compared with the self-introduction on the software, and finally there are gifts. The activities of Lattice are compared with the private photos on the software. You can see the shadow of the owner, but you cannot see the deity. The right grid at the moment: the first one is a face photo, and there are private photos in the back, and the self-introduction is casual. In this way, you can attack and retreat and defend, and you can abandon the defense when you step on the hot line. When the hot brown sugar latte came to the table, he was just about to finish his dumplings, he slid to Ah Xin's grid, wasn't he in the UK? Quickly confirm the distance information on the software, 700 meters, maybe the positioning is broken, driven by curiosity, the last dumpling at the entrance, he sent a text message to ask if Ah Xin was back in Taiwan, then put the phone on the table, carrying The cigarette case goes out.

From the gap between the buildings, you can see the mountains in the distance. That's the view of Ashin in bed. Six years ago, he was on alternate service in Taipei, on duty from Monday to Friday, sleeping in a dormitory and taking weekends off. Usually there is no duty, he runs the software, and when he meets A Xin, the chat becomes more and more speculative, and he starts to spend the night at A Xin's house one weekend. What got him stuck in the next few months? They embraced each other and slept at night. For the first time in the morning, he saw a man sleeping on his side, so he stroked every inch of the valley and rubbed his buttocks with his penis: Ah Xin refused to let him in, and after half a year, Ah Xin resigned. Going to work, going to the UK to study for a doctorate, worrying about getting a venereal disease and being unable to enter the country. Therefore, when Axin went downstairs to buy breakfast, he rummaged through the box, would there be AIDS medicine? Nothing. After a long time, seeing that the time is approaching, he tentatively mentioned long-distance love, but he was always transferred. A Xin mentioned one night that her ex-boyfriend had been away from him in China and met once every three months. The ex-boyfriend will bring Rush to Taiwan to sell. Later, Ah Xin realized that she was just her boyfriend in Taiwan.

He put out the cigarette and threw it into the ditch, lit another one, and walked to Bei'an Road to meet the sun. A Xin asked him a while ago when he blocked him, what he would like to receive most from the UK. "A picture of snow in England," he said after thinking for a while. They used to quarrel a lot. One morning, Ah Xin insisted on going swimming, saying that he was getting fat. He slept on his side and went back to sleep. He was full, and the bed was too full. He hesitated whether to get up or not, and looked at the ceiling. The computer rang. It was the first and only time he heard it ring. After brushing the toothbrush many times, heaven and man were at war, but he still used Ah Xin's birthday to successfully enter the computer, and his friends on Facebook asked where Ah Xin was. He looked forward to the chat record, and the two met to blow each other in the swimming pool. His heart was on the windless lake: go downstairs for breakfast. Because he didn't have the key, he was waiting for Ah Xin to go home with him, dizzy and then angry as he waited. No wonder Ah Xin loves swimming so much. Does oral sex prevent STDs? A Xin didn't help him blow for a while, but picked bananas in the public space. When they got home, Ah Xin was taking a shower, but he couldn't get angry. He read the chat log again and found that the night from Monday to Thursday was so lively. He thought that he was just a holiday work-study, and he laughed out loud. He also laughed when he was thinking about smoking, and it was a joke when he met the banana-picking thief's holiday work-study.

Back at the cafe, he first took a few sips of hot brown sugar latte to cool off. "Yes, I came back for the winter vacation." I didn't expect Ah Xin to come back. When Ah Xin came out of the shower that day, they quarreled, and he shouted a few words and left in a stubborn temper. The night he slept in the dormitory, he heard Amy Winehouse cry on the bed. Looking back now, how many MV scenes were in the tears? How much is unnatural in it? The lovelorn in everyone's mouth is so hard to remember, if you don't taste it, you don't seem worthy of being a human being, but no matter when you cry or at this moment, no matter whether the Amy Winehouse or the Wanfang in the coffee shop at that time, it is all in the gene's plan. A friend talked to him about a book that talked about how cells evolve into multicellular cells, and how to enslave other lower cells after the birth of nerve cells. After a long time, with genes, it controls the behavior of living things and also controls the behavior of people: everything All for reproduction! The friend took his thoughts and asked, "If your sister fell into the sea with a stranger, who would you save?" Most people choose their close relatives, because genes want us to continue it, friends emphasize, multiply. Creepy. It didn't take long for him to tell a friend whether discussing reproduction at the Gay Bar was going too far.

He didn't know how to reply to Ah Xin, he didn't know his thoughts, he couldn't hear the voice of Gene (whether Gene released all comrades), maybe the tears are not only the empty shell love oriented to reproduction, not only the heterosexual smuggling couple A love.

He smelled his own dishonesty and tried to bury something with metaphysical propositions. Not long after the quarrel, Ah Xin sent a message to confess his guilt to him and promised not to commit it again. He relented and visited on the weekend, all but vague about the future. On the eve of Ah Xin's departure, perhaps in order to make himself firm, he tried to log in to the computer while Ah Xin was away. The password that Ah Xin did not change seemed to be looking forward to his arrival, and of course he never stopped stealing. What is he expecting? He knows that this is an addiction to quitting, a legacy of torches. Axin must practice the hurt of his ex-boyfriend to see himself, and he has nothing to do with him. He is just a throwaway dance partner before crossing the ocean, and his upcoming stage is a solo dance. He packed his luggage, turned off his mobile phone, parked his computer on the screen of the communication software, and left.

When he woke up the next day, he walked to the door of A Xin's house in an impulsive light and turned on his mobile phone: he didn't say a word of greeting. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He went around to the outer alley, Axin's house was lit, and when he realized that he had already climbed to the balcony on the second floor, Axin hurriedly opened the balcony door when he saw this, he slapped Axin and roared: Do it. go home. What he wanted to say was, give me back my first love, give me back my dignity, but I can't say it, the neighbors will start looking for cameras, thinking they are a college crew.

"Have you seen snow?" Ah Xin sent another message.

"No." He replied with some regret, not because of lying. In the past six years, he has seen snow twice, once when he went to Australia with his family to play. A group of people pulled the car for a few hours, far away, dressed in heavy clothes, as quiet as possible in the light snow, waiting for the little penguin to come ashore. Before getting into the car, he took off his gloves, grabbed a handful of snow, and let them melt in his hands.

Another time was to go skiing in Korea with friends. The coach said that they encountered the heaviest snow of the season, and friends were wandering on the side. He hesitated on the landslide, and finally stepped down in one go. The speed gradually became uncontrollable. on the ground. I don't know if it's snow or thick clothes, but it doesn't hurt.

"Snow pictures of Britain this Christmas!"

After receiving the message, he held a latte cup to play with the shop cat. "Her name is Banban, she's a girl." The tall female clerk leaned over and told him.

"She hates being touched the least. She is very family. We should have a new cat next time you come, and the association decided to adopt another cat.

"I'm really looking forward to... can I have another drink?"

"Drink a hot latte this time with cinnamon. I'll sprinkle half a can for you when Christmas is here."

"Okay, sprinkle like snow."

Working Girl No. 2 NFT

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