A review of thirty years of erotic stories: short story of love by fate

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I had no knowledge of sex during elementary and middle school; I was only focused on studying hard and making progress every day. My real contact with the opposite sex, and the somewhat ambiguous feelings, started when I entered high school
. In my first year, I took the bus to school with a female classmate. Looking back, I feel that girls weren't as developed as they are now, but her breasts were already formed.
My arm accidentally touched her breast, and it felt like an electric shock. It was smooth and tender. At first, it was unintentional, but she didn't move or object, so I became bolder and deliberately used a little more force, but I didn't dare to do anything further. I just touched it like that. It was the first time I truly touched a sensitive part of the opposite sex. Thinking back on that feeling now, it's still unforgettable. I still remember her name.
In my second year of high school, we chose our academic tracks. I was in the humanities, and many people in my class were dating and neglecting their studies. I kept my parents' teachings in mind and focused on my studies, never dating. Because I was a good student and the class monitor, I became the focus of attention for the girls in the class. I received many notes from her. One girl was very bold and directly asked me to come to her rented apartment on the weekend. When I saw that note, my heart was pounding, but I tore it up anyway. Now I regret it. She said she would be alone on the weekend. I still wonder what would have happened if I had gone. In
my senior year of high school, I was focused on studying and stayed up very late. One night, I overheard two girls talking in a small bathroom next to our dorm. It was so late, and I was alone. I don't know where the courage came from, but I climbed over the wall to peek. In the dim light of the bathroom,
I saw two girls from my class. One of them sat in front of and behind me. I saw their white buttocks. They must have seen me too, but they both turned their faces away. I glanced at them a few times and quickly climbed down, my heart pounding. I was terrified, afraid they would scream, afraid they would tell the teacher. But they didn't. It took several days for me to calm down. Later, we were both very embarrassed when we met. After that, whenever I saw them, I would think about their bodies, and when I was discussing problems with the girl in front of and behind me, I would become even more aroused.
When I took the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, I took the bus to the exam hall with my classmates. Because it was so crowded, a girl I was very close to was in front of me. It was so crowded that a stick bumped against her plump buttocks. Since her build was similar to mine, the hard stick slowly moved and inserted itself between her legs, directly hitting her private area. It felt soft, and with each thrust, she didn't object or move. Taking advantage of the crowd, she even actively rubbed against me, eventually reaching orgasm and ejaculating.
When we got off the bus, I saw her face was flushed and covered in sweat. As a result, because it was my first time experiencing an orgasm with a girl, I completely collapsed in the exam hall, my mind fogged up, leading to my failure in the college entrance exam that year. I had to repeat the year.
In my senior year, I dared not have any bad thoughts. The year passed without incident, and I successfully entered university. A few days before receiving my acceptance letter, my cousin, who was in the second year of junior high school and struggling academically, asked me to tutor her with her summer homework. (She was about fourteen or fifteen years old at the time.) It was summer, and she wore less clothing, so I could see her small breasts,
a little bigger than a steamed bun. They felt quite nice to the touch. At first, I didn't dare have any thoughts; even when I saw them, I quickly looked away. A few days later, everyone in my family went to work in the fields. I explained some problems to her for a while, but they were so mindless that I got very tired. So I found a mat next to her and slept. She continued working on her problems. After a while, I opened my eyes and saw that my cousin had also moved to the mat. Being so close to a member of the opposite sex made my heart race. My penis immediately became erect. I rushed to the toilet, but it was so hard I couldn't even urinate. I looked outside to make sure no one was around,
then went back inside, gently closed the door, and lay down next to my cousin. After calming myself, I saw she was still asleep. Emboldened, I slowly and gently moved closer to her, finally pulling her into my arms. Seeing no reaction, I lightly, almost imperceptibly, pressed my penis against her hip. This went on for a while, and since she was still asleep, I dared to pull her closer. She struggled slightly but didn't react excessively. I held her for a long time, growing bolder, and gently touched her pubic area, stroking it lightly a few times. She slapped my hand, and I froze, but still didn't say anything or tell me to stop. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her skirt, before she could react... I reached into her panties and
pressed my finger against her genitals. I couldn't feel any hair, just a thin groove. I inserted my finger a little, and my cousin trembled a few times. I felt something warm inside. My cousin kept her eyes closed and tried to stop me several times, trying to pull my hand out of her skirt. After failing, she just held my hand down, preventing me from moving or going any further. After a while of this stalemate, I rolled over and pressed myself against her. My mind was blank; I only wanted to penetrate her. When I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties, she probably got scared and resisted strongly. She called out "Brother, brother..." several times.
Hearing her panicked and surprised voice, I didn't dare to take any further action. She took the opportunity to push me away, straighten her clothes, go to the toilet, and then went outside to the shade of a tree. At that moment, I felt like I had lost my soul. After that, she was always forgetful when explaining problems, and she couldn't concentrate anymore. The next day, she made an excuse to leave. Now she's married, and I still see her. Every time, her face is always red. A few years ago, we were alone together, and I wanted to ask her about that time, but then I thought it was in the past, and I shouldn't disturb each other's peaceful lives. Asking again wouldn't be meaningful, so I gave up.
I didn't really date in college, although I thought about it, but I was always thinking about achieving something, so
my mind was on studying. There was a girl who was always clinging to me. Everyone said she was my girlfriend, but she wasn't really. We just spent more time together, mostly borrowing books and studying together. The only time we went to the park was when she paid for it; the only time we went to the movies was when she paid for it too. Later, she asked me to rent an apartment, saying she could cook for me, she could cook fish.
Unfortunately, I was really poor at the time and didn't want to waste money, so it just passed by in a daze. It wasn't until graduation was approaching that I started to develop feelings for her. One evening before an exam, we went downstairs late for self-study, and the lights suddenly went out. I kissed her on the cheek then. When I saw her off at graduation, I shook her hand briefly. That was all. We've lost contact for many years now. I don't know how she's doing.
Later, we started working together in the same office. Because of work, we were together every day. She had a boyfriend, but after graduation, we went our separate ways, and she was very sad. I comforted her, and our relationship progressed. One weekend, I went to her dorm to hang out. Her boyfriend wrote her a letter again, and she read it to me while crying. Finally, I found a towel to wipe her tears. As soon as I sat down next to her, she leaned on my arm and started crying. I don't know what I was thinking at the time,
but I hugged her and touched her face from her arm. Seeing that she didn't object, I kissed her. Then I pushed her onto the bed, and my penis was hard. I rubbed it against her body in a masturbatory way. We both started moaning like in pornographic books. Actually, now that I think about it, it was just for the other person to see. I really couldn't control myself. Now that I think about it, my behavior was very childish and ridiculous.
Wasn't it too bad to be so emotional? In the end, I ejaculated. That time was very happy. It was the first time I had complete contact with the opposite sex's body. Feeling both excited and novel, we both felt like we didn't recognize each other anymore. We went to the cool water pool to wash our faces, probably trying to clear our minds. After a while, I felt it again and pulled her onto the bed to kiss her. Having experienced it before, she resisted slightly this time but then gave in, letting me caress her body. She didn't resist, and
finally, I touched her genitals; she was overflowing with vaginal fluid. I thought I could have sex with her then, but I was too innocent, and I didn't have, nor dared to, such thoughts. I masturbated again
, ejaculating on her through her clothes. After that, we looked at each other, feeling a bit embarrassed, so I made an excuse to leave. After that, we kissed whenever we had the chance, and I masturbated through her clothes until I ejaculated. More than three months later, I thought about taking things further. During a business trip, in a hotel room, after finishing my work, I pushed her onto the bed. She pulled the blanket over us and said, "Forget the outside world, now it's just the two of us."
We kissed in all sorts of ways, and I even masturbated through our clothes. But after doing all that, I wasn't satisfied, so I suggested we wear less clothing. She took off her coat, and I took off my jacket. Then I took off my sweater first, leaving my upper body in my underwear. When I tried to take off my thermal underwear and leave my lower body in just my long johns, she wouldn't let me. Finally, I said I didn't have to take them off, but she could take off her sweater and leave her underwear on. She agreed. Then I started to caress her, so I could really feel her skin. I was very excited.
Kissing her breasts through her clothes was also very pleasurable. I could feel that her body was more stimulated and reacted more strongly than before. She started to cooperate with me involuntarily from time to time. The most obvious thing was that the girl's most mysterious and precious golden triangle area opened up a little, allowing my penis to rub deeper and deeper. Finally, as I was kissing her, I pulled up her top. She didn't stop me. I started to touch her fair and soft skin and breasts. Her nipples were long, thin, and pink. Her breasts were very white. I had only occasionally seen the breasts of women who breastfed children, which had black, short, and thick nipples. I never thought that a young girl's breasts were like this. I couldn't help but put it in my mouth, rubbing, eating, and
licking it all at the same time. After rubbing and eating for a long time, I suggested that we take off our lower clothes as well. She didn't say anything, but she took off her thermal pants, leaving only her long underwear. She felt even better. After rubbing against me in my arms a few times, I suggested that we take off our long underwear as well, leaving only our underwear. I said to her, "I haven't touched your genitals yet." She was probably also confused and infatuated. We both took off our long underwear, leaving only our underwear. However, I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Maybe it was out of instinct,
but I took off my underwear as well, making her too shy to look. It was too late to stop me. She just let my hard stick thrust and pok in her most precious place. My hairy and slightly rough thighs were pressed together with her fair, slender, and soft thighs, and waves of pleasure washed over her body.
After a while, I asked her, "Where is that place?" She wouldn't tell me. Finally, I touched her most precious area and asked, "Is it there?" She ignored me no matter how many times I asked. Finally, I touched a warmer spot and asked, "Is it here?" She blushed and nodded.
I said, "Let me insert it into that place through your underwear." She nodded, spread her legs a little, and I poked it with the stick.
Later, I suggested, "Can I insert two or three fingers, not all the way in?" After a long time, she finally took off her underwear. She looked like a peeled egg, white and tender, which made me stare in a daze, constantly asking myself, "Am I dreaming? Women are just different from men, especially in that area."
"The first time was really clumsy; I couldn't find the entrance. I asked her again, 'Where is that place?' She remained silent, using her hands to hold my penis. Guided by her, the glans parted her labia, and her labia pulled back the foreskin. The glans penetrated a little bit, and she exclaimed, 'Okay, hurry up and get out!' I steeled myself, bent over, and with

a forceful thrust, inserted the tip of my penis. She pushed me away with her hands, and with a forceful thrust, her legs spread even wider. I took advantage of the situation, pulling her hands and inserting it halfway in. Then I pressed her body down, thrusting in and out until it was completely inside her. She couldn't stop screaming 'Ah ah!' I was like a madman then, not caring about anything, just thrusting. I wanted to ejaculate after a few thrusts, and finally ejaculated onto her lower abdomen. Blood dripped from her genitals, and my glans got a little blood on it. I was terrified; I didn't know what to say or do. She quickly wiped it away, looked at the blood-stained paper, and cried."
She cried for a long time. I just gently held her, and finally we hugged each other. She probably cried herself to sleep. During this time, my penis got hard again, but I didn't dare insert it. Looking back, I was a bit naive.
After that, we started living together.
The first time, there wasn't much pleasure; I was a little stiff because of fear. The real pleasure of intercourse only began after her virgin shyness disappeared. Of course, once she lost her shyness, I stopped blaming myself, and we started trying to please each other.
Because of the harsh reality, we didn't say we were breaking up. Of course, we said it many times, but it was always a mixed bag. Whenever we had the chance, we would have sex. Later, she started openly dating a rich second-generation. Because of work, we still managed to create opportunities to be alone together.
Whenever we were alone, I could roughly take advantage of her. At first, she resisted, but later she became very compliant and tacitly allowed me to ejaculate inside her without a condom. Once, after I ejaculated, she said to me, "Don't get me pregnant, otherwise I'll cause trouble for you and me." We broke up and got back together, argued and bickered for more than half a year, and I ejaculated inside her more than forty times. Because our relationship was falling apart,
the location of our sex was very unpredictable and accidental: the office, someone else's bed in their dormitory, a colleague's sofa, a remote field... In the end, no one got pregnant. One time it almost turned into rape. She resisted fiercely, and I carried her to the bedroom. Her hands gripped the bedroom door until they bled. We faced each other in the bedroom for a long time before I finally took off my pants and penetrated her without removing anything else. Afterwards, she said to me in a hoarse voice, "I will hate you for the rest of my life." Looking at my beloved, I slapped myself. As
soon as I raised my hand, she didn't bother to put her pants back on and hugged me, crying, "I'm not a good woman, don't love me anymore, okay? Please let go." We hugged and cried like that. I said, "I will never do this to you again. I was wrong." She asked me, "Do you still want it? If you do, let's do it again." That was the last time we made love. I never forced her again, and she never created an opportunity for us to be alone.
Later, when she was preparing to get married, I couldn't bear the blow. With a broken heart, I left the company without any warning, destroying everything related to her, destroying all possible ways to contact that company, destroying all the imprints of that time... But ten years have passed, and I still can't erase that deep memory.
I met my wife through a
womanizing act; that's how we became husband and wife. At my new workplace, I had no interest in dating and avoided women altogether. My free time consisted of drinking, gambling, or traveling. My wife was practically the most beautiful girl in the office, with at least seven openly acknowledged suitors among my colleagues. For some reason, they were incredibly attentive to me. At first, I didn't pay much attention, just blissfully enjoying their attention. That was all. Then, a year later, that attention suddenly vanished. Rumors spread that she was engaged. Her fiancé started visiting her at work, which panicked me.
I tried to confess my feelings, but she coldly replied, "It's impossible. I'm getting married soon." I said, "I'll propose to the boss." She couldn't help but laugh, saying, "The boss is his uncle." That laugh brightened my heart. I said, "As long as we don't get married, we're fine. Even married couples get divorced. Don't wait for me in the office after work today." Then I turned and left. Leaving her speechless, she muttered behind me, "How shameless."
Feeling uneasy, I reluctantly left work, pushed open the slightly ajar door to her office, and found her sitting there reading. It was just the two of us left in the office, and neither of us knew what to say. We just looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
"If this were in my office, I'd really want to kiss you. Your office has too much yin energy, and the yang energy is a bit weak." Thinking back on my first words, it was quite bizarre, but also quite direct.
She couldn't help but smile, without saying a word. As soon as
she smiled, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
It was autumn, and she wasn't wearing many clothes. My hand slipped inside her shirt, touching her firm, soft breasts. Before she could react, she tried to stop me, but taking advantage of the moment, my hand quickly moved down her abdomen, reaching her genitals, and my middle finger slipped inside. It was all a swift, coordinated attack, giving her no chance to stop. For some reason, perhaps she was startled...
The gentle and quiet woman seemed a little flustered, only saying, "Come out quickly." I held her in one arm, and when I tried to insert my second finger, it felt tight. I was overjoyed; she was still a virgin! This strengthened my resolve to marry her. I told her, "I want to marry you." Perhaps those words had an effect; she didn't say anything more, just closed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and her chest heaved. The pressure of breaking off an engagement is immense. She didn't say anything at the time, just held me like that for a long time, remaining silent until she had to go home.
From then on, we started dating, and later I stole her fiancé; he almost committed suicide by taking poison for her. Of course, I only found out later. Thinking about it now, I feel a little guilty.
Because her family had strong connections, her superiors at work could only watch helplessly. However, after we got married, we went to a new job. Now I think being young is great; you can do whatever you want, act impulsively, and afford to lose everything. Going crazy when you're young is so much fun.
On our wedding night, my wife was indeed a virgin; I was so moved.
I feel terrible for having a lover on the side, and I feel incredibly guilty towards my wife. I tell myself, "I'll go to hell and die a horrible death." But the temptation is too great, the lover is too alluring, and I simply can't resist. So be it, I'll go to hell someday; this life is enough. Of course, infidelity isn't something to be done openly, so I won't write about it in front of you guys. But undoubtedly, infidelity is a very exciting and tempting thing, and I doubt anyone who's having an affair will ever stop. Regardless of gender
, after writing these words, I let out a long sigh. I won't think about the future; I'll just live in the present. Why worry about what will happen after I'm gone?

[The End]

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