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"Shao Yuan—" Chu Ling also stretched out her hand and stroked my chest, "Perhaps, the way of inserting the buttocks is not suitable for the two of us. People are different, and there is no uniform standard at all, so there is no uniform standard. There's no right or wrong."

"Maybe I'm not proficient. This is the first time I've done this. I've never had any experience with girls before, and I'm not interested in them..." I murmured to "add".My body is getting closer to Chu Ling, his face, his well-proportioned chest, arms, abdomen and back—these are far more important to me than his lower body, no matter whether it is firm or not. is attractive.

"Actually, I have a sexual reaction to both women and men, but I don't think 'insertion' is the highest form of pleasure. I even watched the 'insertion' plot of A movies, and I didn't feel particularly impulsive .Seeing porn, some men, and their rough penetration on others, I even hate this kind of people from the bottom of my heart, I always feel that they don’t treat their partners as human beings at all.”

Chu Ling paused, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "My father is such a person. Since he was released from prison, he has a very bad temper. Until now, although he doesn't beat me very much, he also knows that when he really fights, he is not me at all. My opponent—but he yelled at me every now and then. He didn’t dare to offend others, he only dared to vent his anger on me, and often threw cups and bowls, which made me feel very depressed, and I couldn’t touch him Rough. Deep in my heart, I have always longed to be treated in a gentle way, but the girls in my class, I don’t think they understand me. I always feel that none of them can confide in me , especially when I see a beautiful girl, I always think of my mother and the knife she stabbed in my chest. It wasn't until last semester that I met you."

Chu Ling kissed me for a long time, and then said to me: Deep down in his heart, he had longed for and fantasized about beautiful boys.From the first time he saw me, he found that I looked at him differently-as if I was electric, and it was like this every time.He decided that I was the same kind of person as he was, and he worked up the courage to approach me at the school sports meeting.The subsequent developments continued to confirm his first judgment of me.

I buried my face in his chest, and said to him with a crying voice: Actually, I have no yearning for "inserting and being inserted" in the lower body, nor do I have a good impression; I bought a lot of magazines with pictures of handsome men, I often fantasize about staying with them, cuddling with each other, and even handing over their bodies to each other to play casually.Sometimes, I still think of plots such as leather whips, branding irons, and tattoos. The person who was injured or tortured may be the other party or myself.However, my fantasy injuries are usually in the upper body, such as the chest, shoulders and back, and occasionally may include the buttocks and thighs.However, I have never had any romantic imagination about the "chrysanthemum" part.

Chu Ling kept stroking me with her hand, and licked my chest lightly, saying that she wanted to taste my taste.I asked him: What is my taste?Chu Ling whispered to me that it seemed a bit salty and had no other taste, definitely not as tasty as pork.I pretended to be angry and pinched his chest. "This wound must have hurt at the beginning, right?"

"This wound was sewed with about 10 stitches. I watched such a thick needle pass through the wound and bleeding place one by one. I didn't dare to cry, because outside the treatment room, my mother was arguing with my father, saying that she didn't want me anymore. I kept my ears open to listen to them..." When Chu Ling told me these experiences, her expression was unusually calm.He continued to tell me that it was a frighteningly dark late night, and it was raining outside. His mother cut a big gash on his left chest with a fruit knife. It happened at noon that day. At night, he suddenly developed a high fever. Was sent to the emergency department of the hospital.

"It was also from then on that I developed a strong fear of injections. Injections and stitches on wounds are all about sticking needles into the flesh. Before and after stitches, I also had several injections, including antipyretic injections, There are also anesthesia needles. The anesthesia is more painful than the penicillin skin test, and it is stuck next to the bloody wound. When the needles are stitched, I still feel excruciating pain, but the doctor said that the anesthetic should not be too much, otherwise it will be harmful to the brain. Okay. Thinking about it now, that time probably overdrawn my courage and strength in the future. Anyway, since then, I have left a psychological shadow on needles. However, now that I have you, I believe that I will do it again in the future. Injection, even if you are afraid, you can persist. Shao Yuan, what do you think?"

When Chu Ling was talking, I kept staring at his face and the scar on his chest.My heart was shaking violently, but I didn't cry.When Chuling finished speaking, I kissed him for a long time, and finally made up my mind - I turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the wooden floor tiles barefoot, walked to the sofa naked, and took out a pencil from my own schoolbag The box was opened, and sure enough, the compasses were inside.I gritted my teeth, picked up a compass with a needle point on one end, and walked up to Chu Ling.

"Chu Ling, use this to stab your name on my left chest—or any part of my body you like! I...I want to leave your mark on my body forever! You won't refuse to meet my little request, will you?"

Chu Ling was stunned.I also have no way to turn back. In my heart, there is only a strong and hot impulse to let Chu Ling stab his name on my chest one by one.

——As for why I had such an impulse at that time, until now—I am already 28 years old, and I have already become a national civil servant in charge of culture. Qing... (Perhaps, the older you get, the more "mature" you are, the more you feel unfamiliar or even afraid of your true self, let alone understand. Perhaps, in a society where people are intertwined with each other, many of the most " What is “normal” is the most thorough “abnormality”—everyone’s most real state, under the action of some kind of force, undergoes physical deformation and chemical deterioration little by little.)

Today, I still can never forget the time when Chu Ling "tattooed" me with the tip of a compass fully sterilized by boiling water—not very long, no more than 10 minutes at most.

Before that, I had been pestering him for half an hour, telling him repeatedly that I just wanted to experience the pain he had endured.After grinding for a long time, he finally nodded, but he asked me to use the needle point of the compass to pierce the scar on his chest at least 7 times. "Seven days a week, my heart beats just for you!"

When I pricked his scar with a compasses, although each stroke was not too deep, blood came out every time.I love him, but I like to "torture" him to a "not too big" level.At that time, Chu Ling was biting her lip, her expression was extraordinarily firm, accompanied by the violent ups and downs of her chest, she was extremely handsome and extremely sexy! ——His gaze, fused with the crystal tears in his eyes, is still so soft, as if encouraging me: Go on, do as you like, I can stand it!

I pricked seven needles in the scar on his chest, and then threw myself on his chest, using my face and lips to dry the blood from his chest. "Chu Ling, you are too brave, too strong! In the end, it's me who wants to act like a baby in your arms..." I kissed Chu Ling's chest for a long time before remembering to hand him the compasses in my hand, "Come on Come on! Don't be shy, just stab your name on my chest!"

"It will hurt! Are you really not afraid?" Chu Ling took the compasses and scalded them repeatedly with freshly boiled water.

I repeatedly asked Chu Ling to stab his name on my chest with my own hands.

Chuling kissed my chest and neck, and said softly to me in a discussing tone, "The skin on the chest is very sensitive to pain. After all, it is so close to the heart... Do you really want me to tattoo on your body now?" Or, let’s talk about it later, when you’re older, okay? If you still want to get this tattoo after a few years, we can find a reliable tattoo artist, okay?”

Without further ado, I picked up the compasses and gave my left chest a hard needle.Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain seemed to make my heart tremble.I couldn't help gritting my teeth, and thought to myself: It hurts so much after just one prick, so how did he survive the bleeding wound on Chu Ling's chest after so many stitches?

With this in mind, I made up my mind and insisted that Chu Ling tattoo his name on my left chest—we finally agreed to let Chu Ling tattoo an "L" on my chest, which is the initial of his name.

For the next 10 minutes, Chu Ling used the needle tip of the compass to pierce the skin of my left chest again and again.For the first four or five injections, I pretended not to care, forced myself not to grit my teeth and frown in pain, and forced a smile to Chu Ling, saying to him, "It doesn't matter, just come!" But after that, my expression never changed. Unable to pretend to be calm, he had to grit his teeth and grab the quilt with both hands.Even so, I couldn't help but let out a low moan.

The stabbing pain in my chest became more and more severe, like a heavy boulder, which made me almost unable to breathe. I struggled to breathe, and every time Chu Ling pricked a needle, I let out a moan of "ah-oh".Every time, when the needle pierces my chest, I force myself: this time, I absolutely must not cry out; moan.That voice is really no different from the "calling bed" in porn.In the severe pain, my lower body became more and more firm, and I felt that Chu Ling was also obviously highly aroused. His hard lower body was always pressing against my lower abdomen.

"The stabbing is over..." Chu Ling's voice came from beside my ear.My breathing also relaxed a lot.However, at this moment, I suddenly felt a tightness at the tailbone. "Ah—" I couldn't help but yelled.At that moment, my bottom was sticky and wet.

Almost at the same time as me, Chu Ling also yelled "Ah-oh" once or twice, and the bed sheet was also covered with his sticky liquid... We glanced at each other, it was a feeling that didn't need words at all. tacit understanding.

We gasped, grabbed a tissue and wiped it off in a hurry, and then snuggled together again before we could wash our hands.

Next, Chu Ling and I walked into the bathroom to take a shower.When I was in the shower, I looked in the mirror and saw the letter "L" tattooed on my chest. Even though it was crooked, in my eyes, it was the most precious thing in my life.Regardless of my drenching, I suddenly pushed open the bathroom door, opened my schoolbag, took out a pen from the stationery box, squeezed all the ink on the palm of my right hand, and applied forcefully to the tattoo on my left chest...

"Shao Yuan, hurry up and take a bath! Don't catch a cold..." Chu Ling's concerned voice came from the bathroom.

"It's okay!" I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, reminiscing about the most painful and happiest time just now.I purposely stayed here for a while longer, lest the ink on my chest would be washed away by the shower water before it penetrated into the skin that had just been pricked by the needle... "Ah-choo—" "Ah-choo—" I endured I couldn't help sneezing several times, and suddenly felt a little stuffy in my throat.