A woman who is unforgettable

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I live in a small, fourth-tier coastal city in northern China. Now past my thirties, I'd like to reflect on the past and record the women I once had that left an indelible mark on my heart.

My female colleague, S

, I think that as long as a woman's looks are passable, the difference between a woman and a woman who isn't considered promiscuous to men is simply a matter of sexiness. S was a rare, extremely promiscuous woman, what we now call an extremely scumbag woman. S was my colleague at my company. Although we worked together, there were many people in the company, and we didn't have any business dealings, so initially I only had a vague impression of her and knew her name. S was from out of town and joined the company through a relative's introduction. Her first impression was of a naive and sweet smile, with big, expressive eyes. Our meeting was quite coincidental. At that time, I had just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling down, while my good friend/colleague had a new girlfriend. My friend's new girlfriend was in the same department as S and was also her best friend. This relationship brought me closer to S. At first, it was just a few of us going out for meals together, and after we got to know each other better, we would just greet each other and chat for a bit when we met. Once, I was joking with a friend about S. I vaguely remembered what I said about her appearance, but my friend blurted it out to S. She wasn't angry, but she blushed and asked me why I was paying attention to her. After that joke, a subtle change occurred between S and me. We started chatting online occasionally, and I learned more about her. She had a boyfriend, but they were in a long-distance relationship due to work, only seeing each other three or four times a year. Young people often have suggestive conversations, and I jokingly asked if she was feeling repressed. She retorted, "A woman who wants something can't stand being repressed? Aren't you repressed?" I was speechless. From then on, we exchanged witty banter, teasing each other and chatting enthusiastically. She even asked me what my zodiac sign was and sent me a comparison of our compatibility, highlighting a "sexual" compatibility score of 98. At that point, I knew it was only a matter of time before I won S over.

So, during the May Day holiday, I specially arranged a trip with my colleagues and also invited S. We had a great short trip. When we were alone, S and I were very intimate. On the train back, S went to the side of the carriage to get some fresh air, and I followed her. She looked back at me but didn't say anything. I hugged her from behind, and S visibly trembled. I turned her around, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her. S was obviously nervous but didn't resist my kiss. She trembled all over but responded to me, our tongues intertwining. I don't know how long we kissed, but when we let go, her first words were, "I almost suffocated from all those kisses." I laughed and said that was the feeling I wanted.

After getting off the train, I offered to take S home. Actually, we both knew what was going on, so I took her directly to my place. After closing the door, we kissed passionately, took off our clothes, and as I threw S onto the bed, ready to get down to business, S said, "Is this really okay?" I replied, "You're asking me this now?" and thrust into her, indicating my answer. S's lower body was already wet and slippery, but the entrance was very tight. After thrusting for a while, my penis felt constricted. Once S got into the mood, she revealed her slutty nature, flipping me over and taking the woman-on-top position with a galloping, energetic vigor. What I liked most about S was that she would respond to me with her eyes and expressions during sex. Whenever I thrust hard or quickly, she would respond positively, either with a dreamy look, biting her lip, or hugging me tightly and moaning joyfully in my ear. In short, sex with S was very enjoyable and satisfying.

Although S had a boyfriend, after our first time, we would spend a lot of time together. I often stayed overnight at the apartment she shared with a female college student who was an intern at her company. At first, I felt awkward, but later I became shameless. I would lie on her bed, and she would sit on the edge of the bed chatting with her boyfriend on speakerphone. On a whim, I would roll over, push her down, take off my pants, and have sex with her. It was common for her to suppress her voice and end the call quickly. Every weekend was endless sex. When I went limp, she would give me oral sex to keep me going, and even find me porn to watch to fuel my passion. I was really happy with S during that time, partly because I had developed feelings for her after my breakup. The reason I call S a terrible woman is because of her past experiences before I met her, which shaped my opinion of her. I was resistant to the idea of being with her as just a casual sex partner.

The first thing I discovered when we got together was that she had a one-night stand with another male colleague before me. After that guy noticed our intimate behavior, he told me about it and asked me to stay away from her. When I confronted S, she explained that she had drunk too much during a department team-building event, and it only happened once. Although I was resistant, it still disgusted me. At that time, I had just been promoted to supervisor, so I used some methods and connections to make that guy ostracized in his department, eventually leading to his resignation. After being together for a while, S and I were very open with each other, sharing a lot about our past experiences. S said she had dated six boyfriends, the longest being her current boyfriend, whom she had been in a long-distance relationship for over two years (one year of which was in another city). They were engaged and were waiting for him to apply for a transfer back to her city at the end of the year so they could get married. However, her boyfriend's sex life was unsatisfactory; he only did the missionary position, and it was a mechanical, numb action, making it completely uninteresting. The only good thing about him was that he was very attentive and caring towards her, but she knew deep down that she would eventually cheat on him. Since our open conversation, I've also felt S's affection for me. She even asked me several times how she could truly be with me, but I never gave her a direct answer. Perhaps she realized then that we were just temporarily comforting each other.

S is very popular and has many suitors. Sometimes I get jealous, but I've gotten used to it, and she doesn't hide it from me anymore. She accepted all the men's kindness without hesitation. Once, she had an urgent matter to attend to and couldn't buy a train ticket home. A suitor offered to drive her (a three-hour journey). When he called to say he was downstairs, S was sitting on me, writhing vigorously. In a hurry, she quickly wiped herself clean, got dressed, and left. On the way, she texted me complaining that semen had leaked out, making her underwear wet.

Happiness is always fleeting. Three months into their relationship, her boyfriend took leave to visit her. S said her boyfriend sensed something was wrong and told her, "You're seeing someone else, aren't you? Tell me what I did wrong, and I'll change and try to do better." I told S that he truly loved her and I couldn't treat her the way he treated her. S tearfully told me that we shouldn't meet privately anymore, and I understood her choice. Some might ask if S isn't a truly terrible woman, but what happens next might change your mind.

Although S's boyfriend eventually returned to her side, ending the long-distance relationship, S ultimately chose to break up. I understand S's decision to break up; perhaps she had no hope or expectation for the future. After the breakup, S got together with the guy who used to take her home—her "backup boyfriend number one." At first, I felt very uncomfortable, since my former lover had fallen into someone else's arms. From then on, S and I had no further contact; we deleted all her contact information, and we acted like strangers when we met at work. Because of our lingering relationship, rumors spread, and my boss called me in for a talk, saying that my promotion was postponed due to my conduct regarding relationships. Six months later, S got married in a flash; my friends told me it was a shotgun wedding.

Time passed quickly, and after breaking up with S, I dated several girlfriends. Finally, I settled down, had a child, and focused on my work.

Yes, my ill-fated relationship with S continued. Through friends with similar connections, I learned that S's married life wasn't very happy. S had also privately complained to friends that I hadn't been brave enough to stand up for her. Because our work rarely overlapped, an intern from her department asked me for a favor. I knew S had sent him because this was S's responsibility. I intentionally made excuses, saying she should come back to me after she fixed the file. A little while later, S called and asked, "One is the file template you helped me pin, what's wrong with that?" I asked her, "Why don't you just come to me directly? Why beat around the bush? Am I the kind of person who's heartless, or do you still resent me?" After this incident, our relationship gradually improved, and we started talking more. Men and women talking too much can easily lead to problems, naturally including issues related to sex. S's husband became sexually frigid after she gave birth, unable to get an erection for several months. He was too proud to go to the hospital, and the disharmony in their sex life led to frequent arguments. I know S all too well; she can't resist a little teasing. She arranged to meet me on my way home from work, driving behind me. I pulled over on a secluded side street and got into her car. In the car, we had that same suffocating kiss we'd shared before, followed by a frenzied car sex session. S was on top the whole time, holding me and moving her hips. Even though S had a child, her vagina was still incredibly tight. Because she had an IUD after marriage, the lack of a condom was too stimulating, and I ejaculated quickly. S wasn't satisfied and immediately gave me oral sex again, still with her semen on her penis. Same old formula, same old taste, haha. After many years, S and I are entangled again. Although we both have families now, we both know in our hearts that we're still in the same kind of relationship, just finding comfort and solace in each other.

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