I lost my virginity to a handsome guy on the train (repost).

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Shortly after graduating from university, I became a trainee photojournalist at a pictorial magazine. My job was to photograph landscapes and portraits, and traveling by train became a regular occurrence. Train journeys are usually tedious, but I experienced one particularly memorable night: a one-night stand in my sleeper berth, during which I lost my virginity. I often think back to that most exciting moment. It was a day in August. My supervisor assigned me to photograph the scenery of Songhua Lake in Jilin City, so I boarded the train from Ningbo Station. The sleeper berth was cool and comfortable. I put away my camera, took out a magazine, and lay down on the lower bunk to browse. Just as the train was about to depart, a tall, handsome young man entered. My eyes lit up; he was incredibly handsome. Based on my professional eye, I knew he was a photogenic guy, a rare find. He casually stuffed his large travel backpack under my berth. I wondered why he would put it under my berth; perhaps he was going to be in the upper bunk. He didn't go up to the berth, but sat on the one opposite me, looking at me thoughtfully. I thought, "This guy is strange. Why is he staring at me? Is there something wrong with me?" I checked my clothes; there was nothing that could have attracted his attention. Every time I looked at him, he lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. I could tell he was younger than me, a shy young man. The train started moving, and two pretty girls came in. After whispering a few words to the young man, they hurriedly left. Ten minutes later, the conductor came in, exchanged my tickets, and said, "Have a pleasant journey. Please close the door when you rest." The compartment was cool and comfortable, but the young man's constant staring made me uncomfortable. So I asked, "Could you please stop staring like that?" He smiled and said, "Hello, sister. You're lying in my berth now." I quickly took out my ticket to check—oh dear, I had chosen the wrong berth! I smiled, said sorry, and quickly got off the bunk. In the instant the boy passed me, I felt an inexplicable aura about him that captivated me, drawing me in and making me want to uncover his secrets. Now it was my turn to look at him. He took out drinks, books, and a large baby bottle full of water from his backpack. I thought to myself, what a cute boy. My journalistic instincts kicked in again, and I asked, "Little brother, where are you going?" He smiled and said, "We're going to Changchun." I said, "You look so pretty, you seem to work in the theater." He smiled and said, "Sister, you have sharp eyes! I'm a film school student. We just finished filming on location in Ningbo and are going to Changchun for a film festival performance. The woman you saw earlier was an actress." I remembered that my boss had told me to take some photos at the film festival when he dropped me off. This was a golden opportunity! Why not take a few pictures of him? Maybe he'd be happy to agree. So I took out my press card, explained my identity, and said, "Can I take a few photos of you? Maybe you'll get a chance to be on a magazine cover." Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed my hand, saying, "That's great, sister!" Without waiting for a reply, he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. Then he released me, blushing and looking down, saying, "Sister, I got carried away with the moment, I'm sorry." I laughed and joked, "If you're happy, just think of it as a performance with a beautiful leading lady." Actually, in that instant when I was hugged and kissed, I suddenly felt incredibly comfortable. After all, it was a kiss from a handsome man, and the nervousness vanished instantly, leaving no trace on my heart or face. He posed for over a dozen photos with me, and in the playback, I saw the most captivating face I had ever seen before. I was even a little moved, really wanting to hug the young man in front of me and kiss him on the cheek too. We started chatting. It turned out I was only a year older than him and had graduated a year earlier. He and his group of five were going to Changchun, and the girl who had come in earlier was an actress, accompanying the director in another private room, discussing the performance. Since we had similar professions, we naturally had many things to talk about. He pulled out the script and told me it was an urban romance drama with many passionate storylines. I joked, "Judging from your hug just now, you must have been with many girls. Acting in this kind of drama must be a piece of cake." He smiled shyly and said, "Sister, you're teasing me. I've never really hugged a girl before. I only symbolically hugged her once or twice when I was learning acting." I blurted out, "Okay then, I'll play the female lead in the drama and hug you a few times." I don't know why I suddenly said that. Maybe this is what they call a moment of infatuation. Perhaps it was a gesture, a glance, a temperament, a mood, or something else during our conversation that touched me and made me want to get closer to him. I felt inexplicably excited. He actually stood up and pulled me into his arms. I felt like one heart had met another by chance. On the train, in this place, under these circumstances, there was a feeling shared only between us. I smelled his fragrance. I can't accurately describe the feeling I had at that moment. I suddenly longed for his kiss. Oh my god, he really kissed me! I don't know if he was acting; I only know that a mysterious force compelled me to accept his embrace and kiss. He kissed me earnestly, and I reciprocated with passion. I know I'm no stranger to kissing; I've seen countless kissing scenes—I've forgotten the titles, the plots, even the faces of the leads. But those passionate kisses from movies often come to mind, and the lingering afterglow of those kisses never fades. I felt like I truly became the heroine in that movie. The train lurched, and we collapsed onto our berths. Everything happened… We experienced countless moments of physical passion. At one in the morning, the two girls knocked on the door, forcing us to separate. I returned to my berth and drifted off to sleep, exhausted. They got off in Shenyang, but I forgot to get his name. Two days later, I arrived in Changchun, but I didn't see him at the Changchun Film Festival. I never tried to find him again. The moment he entered my body, the tearing pain, the physical pleasure he brought, the moans of orgasm drowned out by the rumble of the train, and the virgin "roses" blooming on the sheets—all those scenes are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I savor them constantly. I don't regret that one-night stand in that train sleeper. I want to tell everyone that the moment of infatuation is the essence of life. In the mundane routine of life, we always encounter those breathtaking moments unexpectedly. Perhaps this is the meaning of life and the charm of emotions. Passion and madness may not sustain love, but the image of that moment of infatuation will never fade.

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