entangled in confusion

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I met a young woman at work in 2018. She had a great figure and was very beautiful, but my first impression of her was that she seemed like a respectable woman. She was only around 30 years old at the time. At first, we just chatted like ordinary colleagues, but gradually we talked more and more, and eventually it became like a couple. We felt like we had done something wrong if we didn't contact each other every day or like and comment on each other's posts on social media. At that time, I had just broken up with my ex-girlfriend, and this made me feel loved, while she was not happy because her husband had cheated on her.

One time, we went out to dinner alone, and afterwards we went to a karaoke bar. After drinking, I don't know how, I kissed her. My thought at the time was that if she rejected my kiss, we would just be friends. But I didn't expect her to respond so passionately, which made me lose my mind. She was a married woman with children, but at that moment I couldn't care less about that. I kissed her passionately with my tongue, and my hands started to wander, slipping inside her clothes from her waist and slowly climbing up to her breasts. Her breasts were very large, so large that I couldn't even wrap my hand around them. I slipped my hand under her bra. Her breasts were truly large and soft, and they weren't sagging at all, which I found amazing. I slowly released her lips and kissed my way down her neck, finally biting her two nipples. Perhaps because she had given birth, her nipples were a bit large and dark, but in the dim lighting of the KTV, they didn't look unattractive at all; instead, they seemed even more alluring. I frantically kneaded her breasts and bit her nipples, and she responded wildly, holding my head and pressing it against her chest. At that moment, perhaps we were both releasing our pent-up emotions.

But as a young man full of passion, how could I be content with just that? I kissed her soft lips again, one hand playing with her two plump breasts, while the other slowly moved from her abdomen to her genitals.

At first, she patted my hand, symbolically trying to stop me, but I wasn't going to back down. I ignored her and reached inside. She had very little pubic hair; I only remember a few sparse strands above her clitoris. Because one wall of the karaoke room was made of glass, you couldn't see inside from the outside. There were some decorations inside, and you could see out through the gaps. Plus, the lighting was dim, so I didn't see what her genitals looked like. After I touched her genitals, she stopped resisting and let me play with her. She held my head with both hands and almost made me suffocate from kissing me. When I touched her vulva, I was shocked because it was already soaked with her fluids, and her underwear was also wet. Her fluids were among the top three of all the women I've ever been with, and I personally love women who are very wet.

Her vulva was truly the best I could feel. If it weren't for the small tuft of hair on her clitoris, she would be considered a "white tiger" (meaning she was completely hairless). Apart from that, there wasn't a single hair around her vulva. The entire vulva was smooth and delicate, and her labia weren't as large and long as a butterfly's. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and my middle finger, moistened by her vaginal fluids, easily slid into her vagina. As it entered, she let out an "ah" sound. I could tell that she wasn't in pain, but rather that she couldn't help but cry out because she felt so good. Hearing her moans seemed to encourage me, and I began to stir my fingers inside her vagina. The sounds of "splashing" and "splashing" were continuous, and she breathed heavily, clinging tightly to me. Under my ministrations, her vaginal fluid increased, soaking my entire palm. I withdrew my hand and grasped her vulva, gently manipulating her labia. Soon, her entire vulva was wet with her fluids. I pulled my hand out and held my wet fingers to her. She shyly slapped me, and I smiled, bringing my fingers to her lips. She rolled her eyes and pushed my hand away. I held her neck, watching her lost in passion. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with desire. I put my fingers in my mouth, licking her fluids as if savoring nectar. Her fluids weren't fishy or had any other taste, which surprised me, because many other women's fluids had some flavor, but hers was almost odorless. When she saw me licking my fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, her eyes showed a mixture of shyness, surprise, and delight. Perhaps she hadn't expected that while she herself disliked her own fluids, I didn't find them offensive at all. Actually, I really wanted to pull down her pants and lick her wet pussy, or even have sex with her. But I hesitated. We were in a karaoke bar, and this private room didn't have a private restroom. Even if she agreed, I wasn't really willing to do it myself. What if a waiter walked in? We'd be famous!

But that hesitation has led to my regret ever since.

We nestled together, catching our breath. Although we hadn't made love, the previous activity had been quite tiring. After resting for a while, I lifted her chin and kissed her again. This time, she no longer held back. As we kissed, I started to get restless again. I couldn't let her suffer after touching her vagina, so I took her hand and guided it into my pants. She also grasped my already hot and hard penis. (Let me tell you, you really shouldn't drink too much alcohol, those who know, know.) She stroked it a few times, but it hurt a little. After my task was done, I withdrew my hand and then went inside her. After resting, her vaginal fluids had dried up a bit, and it wasn't very smooth to the touch. But as my fingers slowly went in, it seemed like the flow of fluids inside her vagina was opened up. A few strokes brought out a large amount of fluid, and soon it was overflowing. After my ministrations, she seemed to have gotten used to one finger. Slowly, I inserted a second finger, and the two fingers roamed freely inside her vagina. She held me tightly, and the more I stirred, the tighter she held me. In the end, it seemed she wanted to ravage me into her body. I don't know if she had an orgasm, but she held my head and whispered in my ear, "Am I very wet?" Then she looked at me with seductive eyes. I looked at her and said, "How about we go home a little later tonight and stay with me?" She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Today was already outrageous enough. I have to go home." Looking into her eyes, and knowing her personality, I knew there was no chance today, so I didn't insist. We decided to check out and go home.

This story is true; it's my own personal experience. Perhaps because of her, I now prefer married women. I don't know if this is a morbid thought, but sometimes I can't control my thoughts. I'll stop here for today. If there are many readers, I'll update with more. My complicated relationship with her isn't over yet, and maybe some lucky readers will join in!

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