I felt I had been stabbed with a large needle, breaking the surface of my skin. The exquisite pain was not tempered by the excitement I had already felt that evening, but hit me, swiftly, remorselessly. I felt the penetration of his stalk, opening me up like a cook does a chicken to fill it with stuffing. I felt the heat of his tool, ploughing into me and defeating all resistance. Dongshen pushed in and then withdrew, to push in again and again. As he held mastery over my body, I felt his stem change from an unwanted and hurtful stabbing tool, invading my body to a welcome and joyful device, filling me and fulfilling me.
Dongshen pulled at my legs and lifted me higher onto my shoulders, his thrusting action was more downwards, yet I could feel him filling me up. The moist smoothness of his thrusting into me was a real pleasure now, I wanted him as deep into me as he could get. He stopped and turned me over, so my knees and face were on the bed and I could feel him penetrating me from a different angle. I had no idea how much time had passed, I had completely lost all track of it as I just took the pleasure of him, his grunts and gasps, his thrusting and bouncing in and out of me.
He told me I was tight and close, and gripping his stalk, I had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like I was wrapped around the hard flesh feeling every bit of it, the round ridge of his knob, the smooth skin, the vein that stood up across the top of his stalk, the not quite round shape inside me. I responded equally with my own moans and groans, the feeling of his heat inside me was so overpowering, telling him how he was filling me up with such pleasure. Soon, or a long time later, I don’t know, he said something like “Clouds and holy rain!” I don’t know, and I felt his stalk enlargen.
Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt like his pestle grew some more and then just pulsed. At that moment, I was filled with a heat and wetness, it was like a rain, his holy rain. Now I understood what he meant. The heat of it shot throughout my secret parts, and I loved it. I wanted it, more of it. There was another pulse, and another. At each pulse, Dongshen groaned and grunted, and as I felt each shot of heat inside me I demanded more!
It was then that I realised an awful truth. Dongshen had said it earlier. A woman can demand many a climax, but a man can only have one. I didn’t understand until now, Dear Diary. Dongshen was spent, and it was inside of me. He gave me his energy, and would now need to rest.
His general lassitude left him lying on top of me, and again, his weight was not unbearable, it was quite pleasant to have his form wrapped on mine. My legs were spead under him, his stalk now fallen from me and I assume was again in its natural state of unexcited flaccidity. His gasps announcing the energy he had spent. I must admit I was somewhat pleased, no, more than that, joyous perhaps, proud, that I had brought a man to the point where he was worn so. I knew that I would have this power over a man until age and death overtook me. This is what Li hade been talking about for so long, the pleasure a man takes from a woman, but she never mentioned the pleasure a woman can take from a man.
Dongshen rolled off me, and struggled to sit up on the side of the bed. He finally got there, in a somewhat comical manner. He got to his feet and went to the door. Opening it slightly, he called, in Chinese, for a bowl of warm water and soap, with towells. He turned and I looked at his ivory pestle, and it was stained with blood, my blood. I didn’t want to look at me and he said, “I will clean your hidden flower, and later, after we rest, you may want to try again.”
The warmwater arrived and Dongshen used the towell to clean me. He carefully wiped the bllod off me, tickling me, stirring my secret parts again. He then patted my hair and between my legs dry, and then offered the wash towell for me to wash him. I did, and as an added benefit, I then moistened it with my mouth. “Ahh, my dear Victoria, you are so daring. My heart is willing but my jade pestle is not, alas.” He laughed, but that did not stop me from trying. He did respond, but it was only half hearted. “It is nice that you should try, but I regret that failure is the only outcome here.” I stopped as he pulled me to him and kissed me again. “Soon, my dear virgin lover, after some rest,” a little tiredly but gently, “I must also say that I will not again pleasure you with my mouth this night.”
“I can assume then that my flavour will be tained by my blood?”
“Yes, but in a few days, or the next time.”
“Oh,” I said, quietly, “I haven’t thought that far ahead, Dongshen, it is too soon for me to consider much beyond this one night.”
“Of course,” he said, quietly, “I am being somewhat presumptuous. But now I must sleep, and later, we will ta ma de again.” So we did sleep, in each other’s arms. As I drifted off, it was in full certainty that I would ta ma de – frequently.
But now it is time for sleeping Dear Diary. I will complete this tale on the morrow, I think.
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