Sexual activity among international students

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The loneliness of international students can only be understood by other international students. After the initial excitement of the first few months of school, loneliness sets in. Every day is a monotonous routine between school, dormitory, and sports field. It was during the early days of the internet, and there was a huge computer lab downstairs in our dormitory. Every night, if I wasn't exercising, I'd spend it browsing forums or playing Need for Speed with friends on the LAN.

After a while, I met a Chinese girl. Through others, I learned she was from southern China, about 1.6 meters tall, and slightly chubby. She would stay in the computer lab until 10:30 pm every night, when it closed.

A few days later, we'd chat in the lab sometimes, and gradually became familiar. Later, I learned she was chatting with her boyfriend in China on Sina chat rooms.

That night, while she was staring at her computer, I quietly called her name and asked her to go out for a walk. Afterwards, we went to another city together for a day. After that, we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. Here's something I have to say: relationships between international students really are that simple. Being in a foreign country, even if you have a boyfriend/girlfriend back home, or even after marriage, distance can't withstand the test.

After we established our relationship, we immediately took a long trip the following weekend. On the train, we kissed passionately. Because we were abroad, and the carriage was nearly empty, we were quite uninhibited. I had her lie on my lap and kissed her deeply. At the same time, I slipped my hand inside her collar and caressed her full breasts. I don't remember any of the scenery along the way, only the overwhelming sensation of flesh.

On the return trip, I tried to put my hand inside her pants, but she kept pushing me away, so I gave up.

Back in the dorm, she was on the fifth floor, and I was on the second. Another Chinese student's dorm was empty; the two roommates were playing PS games in my room. We put our things down and went to that empty room to watch TV. Fueled by the passion from the train trip, I easily got her to be naked with me. Hearing her breathing grow heavier, I touched her lower body and found a few beads of moisture. Now, you all know she's the second person I'm talking about, B.

She tried to push my hand away, but I didn't give her a chance. I flipped her over and pinned her down, using my legs to spread hers, then immediately pressed my penis against her entrance.

As I kissed her, I thrust in, penetrating her completely. She trembled beneath me, then clung tightly to me, desperately sucking on my lips. I felt a warm, soft place within me. My hips thrust relentlessly, and soon I ejaculated deep within her. After I finished, she lay there motionless, and I continued to savor the warmth of her honeyed depths.

When she got up, she looked at the dark red stain on the sheets, cried, and left. Later, I learned she went to call her boyfriend back in China.

We were together for many years, from abroad to China, and everyone thought we would get married. But due to various unavoidable reasons, we couldn't make it to the end. Over the years, we did almost everything we could. We constantly released our youthful, vibrant fluids. It wasn't until almost a year into our relationship that her boyfriend back home found out she had found a boyfriend abroad and they had slept together. You can imagine the psychological impact on that guy.

Actually, looking back now, besides my wife of over ten years, the person I spent the longest time with was her. Yet, the feelings I have to write about her are the fewest. I haven't forgotten the details, but I don't know where to begin.

Back then, influenced by the local culture, B also started going braless. When she returned to China that summer, she wore a tank top without a bra, walking down the street. Her already full breasts, combined with her slightly erect nipples, drew envious glances from many young men.

Now, more than ten years have passed. On my wedding day, she sent me a text message—our last contact. I heard that she is now a mother of two, just like me. Admittedly, there are many regrets, but now we are both doing well. The past can remain deep in our hearts.

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