Chapter 10 10. Take me back to your home

A healthy sex life is the most beneficial thing for a woman's voice. — Price Every woman adores fascists with boots on her face, A savage, a savage heart grows in beasts like you... — Sylvia Plath (poet) That day, I went to the art exhibition alone.The Liu Haisu Art Museum was crowded with people, Under the lights, all kinds of people are full of popularity. You can smell that there are rich and poor, sick and healthy, artists and gangsters, Chinese and foreigners. I saw Mark in front of a painting called "U-Shaped Transformation" and he was standing tall in front of me with his blond hair, "Hi CoCo!" He put a hand on my back and did French kisses, Italian hugs, looking happy, "Is your boyfriend not here?"

I smiled and shook my head, and then I pretended to concentrate on the painting. He was by my side the whole time, inseparable as I walked down the gallery, smelling exotic.There was something in his casual posture that disturbed me, as if it were a hunter's uncommon reserve in the face of his beloved prey.Most of my attention was on him, and the paintings in front of me suddenly became a pile of chaotic paint and randomly moving lines. The flow of people was slowly creeping, we were squeezed together, and his hand grabbed my waist at some point. Suddenly two familiar faces jumped into my eyes. There, just in front of the third painting on the left, stood Madonna and A Dick. It's chaotic, but the chaos is always organized.I was startled, and quickly got into the crowd and walked in another direction.Mark followed closely, restlessly and kindly, and the hand on my waist was as hot and dangerous as a poker.

The unintentional appearance of that sexy couple suddenly stimulated my desire to make mistakes.Yes, maybe I was ready to make mistakes from the beginning. "I saw Madonna and her boyfriend," Mark said, with an ambiguous but charming smile on his face. "I saw it too, so we're going to escape." I said the meaning clearly.No sooner had he finished speaking than he grabbed me with his hand, almost involuntarily like a bank robber, and whisked me out of the gallery and into his Ford.Then in the masochistic pleasure, my brain just doesn't work. As long as I have the last ounce of control at this moment, I should walk away from him, get out of this shiny Buick, and nothing will happen after that.But I'm not cautious at all, and I don't want to be cautious at all. When I was 25 years old, I never wanted the safety of not messing with anything. "A person can do anything, including what should be done and what should not be done." The great Dali seems to have said this.

When I opened my eyes wide and watched him leaning down towards me a little bit, I noticed that the air in this huge room was dark blue, spacious and quiet, full of the smell of strangers and strange furniture. He kissed my lips, raised his head suddenly and smiled, "Do you want some wine?" I nodded vigorously childishly, my body was cold and my lips were cold, maybe some wine would be good.After drinking, she becomes a hot woman. I watched him get out of bed naked and walk towards a shiny wine cabinet.He took out a bottle of rum and poured it into two glasses. Next to the wine cabinet is a record player. He stuffed a record in it. The music I heard was Chinese Pingtan. An unknown female voice was singing something. I couldn’t understand the softness of it. Suzhou libretto, but it feels very special.

He came over, "Do you like Pingtan?" I had nothing to say.He nodded and handed me the wine, "That is the most suitable mysterious music for sex." I drank the wine and coughed a few times.He patted me on the back with a faint but charming smile on his lips. Another kiss, soothing and long, this is the first time I feel that the kiss before sex can be so comfortable, stable, and unhurried, it makes the subsequent desire even more sensual.The countless golden hairs on his body are like billions of rays of light from the sun, gnawing at my whole body warmly and affectionately.He teased my nipple with the tip of his tongue dipped in wine, and then slowly lowered it... The cold feeling of alcohol mixed with his warm tongue made me faint, and I could feel the juice flowing out of the womb, Then he entered, and the terrifyingly large organ made me feel slightly swollen and painful, "No," I cried, "No."

He showed no mercy, never stopped.The pain suddenly turned into obsession. I opened my eyes wide and looked at him with half love and half hate. The white but not dazzling naked body with sunshine color stimulated me. I imagined him wearing a Nazi uniform, boots and leather What the overcoat would look like, how cruel and bestial in those blue German eyes, this idea effectively stimulated my physical excitement. "Every woman adores fascists, with boots on her face, savage, savage heart, on a beast like you..." wrote Sylvia Plath, who committed suicide by sticking her head in the oven .I closed my eyes and listened to his moans, a word or two of muffled German, these sounds that had appeared in my dreams hit the most sensitive part of my womb, I thought I was going to die, he could go on and on, and then I was caught The orgasm of taking the abuse came with me screaming.

He was lying next to me with a few strands of my hair on his head. We wrapped ourselves in a sheet and smoked naked.Sometimes people don't have the slightest desire to make a sound.Just to be caught in a kind of barrier of silence is comforting. "How are you?" His voice seemed to rise from the smoke, faint and soft, he hugged me from behind, and we lay on each other, like two silver spoons loving each other, shining coldly Metallic light.His big hands were on my breasts. "I'm going back," I said feebly.He kisses the back of my ear. "Okay, I'll see you off."

"No, I'll go back by myself." My tone was weak but undeniable. As I sat up and dressed, I was overwhelmed by severe depression. The excitement and orgasm had passed, and the audience left after the movie was over. All the characters, stories and music of the story disappeared, and Tian Tian's face moved left and right in my mind, and I couldn't stop it. I dressed so quickly that I didn't even look at the men around me, all men are uglier when they're dressed than when they're undressed.I believe many women will feel the same. "This is the first and last time." I told myself deludedly.The thought worked for a while, and I braced myself and strode out of the bewilderingly beautiful apartment.Sitting in the taxi, he motioned to me through the car glass that he would call me.I smiled vaguely, "Who knows?" The car drove away from him as if fleeing.

I didn't have a mirror in my bag, so I had to look through the windowpane, and all I saw was a phantom face with blurred features.I think what should be the first sentence I say when I see Tiantian. "The art exhibition is good, and I met a lot of acquaintances, of course Mark is also there..." Women are born to lie, especially when they deal with several men, the more complicated the situation, the more witty they are. From the beginning of talking, they will say It's a lie.When I was a child, I once said after breaking a valuable antique vase at home that it was broken by the family cat.

But I'm not used to lying to Tian Tian's black and white eyes.But what about not lying? I was walking down the dark corridor, which smelled of scallion oil and barbecue. The neighbors were already preparing dinner. I opened the door and turned on the lights. No note for any message. I sat on the sofa for a while, looking at the black tights wrapped around my long and thin legs, and a short golden mane stuck to my left knee, which belonged to Mark, shone palely in the light, I think of Mark's head slowly moving down my chest...burning that hair with a cigarette butt, turning it into a tiny pinch of ashes, and then an unstoppable tiredness swept across the earth like a tidal wave The surface swept over me with such ferocity, and I became carefree and unconscious, and my body lay flat on the sofa, and my hands were placed on my chest, like a praying nun or a peaceful dead man, and soon fell asleep. up.