Very dry woman

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Between February and June, the company experienced two rounds of layoffs. Fortunately, I kept my job, but the work atmosphere was tense and uncertain. I had no desire for extramarital affairs; perhaps this is a case of "only when you're well-fed and clothed can you think of lust." Seeing colleagues I'd worked with for seven or eight years leave one by one, the office slowly becoming empty, left a bitter taste in my mouth. My team dwindled from a dozen people to just three; it's a stark reminder of the unpredictability of life. I've heard that a third round of layoffs will occur in November; the number of layoffs and the candidates have been decided, but haven't been disclosed to lower-level employees yet. For the past six months, my work routine has consisted of going to the office only two or three times a month, the rest of the time working remotely from home—a relaxed, lazy, and unmotivated lifestyle. In August, I tried live-streaming e-commerce, just to gain experience, not expecting to make much money. I streamed every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, developing a comprehensive plan, and had a few young women from the physical store as my live-streaming assistants. Ultimately, after more than a month, it ended in failure. Without promotion or good content, my livestream attracted almost no viewers. However, the experience was worthwhile as I learned a lot.

I decisively quit smoking in early June, and looking back, it wasn't difficult for someone with 14 years of smoking experience. The idea of quitting had been brewing since the end of last year. Every night, lying in bed, the faint smell of tobacco in my pajamas and bedding always filled me with a sense of disgust. I had a habit of smoking one cigarette upon waking and one before bed, a pack a day, a habit I maintained for eight years. Since quitting, I haven't smoked a single cigarette. I'd heard that gradually reducing the amount of cigarettes to quit was pure nonsense. During the first week of quitting, I constantly thought about smoking, dozens of times a day, trying to distract myself. I didn't buy many snacks or use e-cigarettes. The only method I used to quit was a bottle of beer or half a glass of liquor with dinner each day. The slight buzz and the mild stimulation in my mouth were enough. After a month of quitting, I gained over 10 pounds, but there were no other noticeable changes.

A month after quitting smoking, my wife got pregnant. It was purely accidental. Why do I say that? In August, we went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor said that based on a comprehensive analysis, it could be determined that she ovulated within three days after her period ended. My boyfriend was doomed... it was pure fate. Deep down, I didn't want it, but her family had always wanted us to have a second child, so I was overjoyed. After she got pregnant, I became a full-time stay-at-home dad. I did laundry, cooked, cleaned the house, and took the kids to and from school. I went from being mediocre at everything to being proficient at everything.

Speaking of casual sex, as a seasoned casual sex addict, I'd already completed half of my "hundred-woman spree." Before August, I hadn't hooked up with anyone; my energy was spent on online communities, family, and work, leaving little time for romance. I started making moves in September, flirting online. I met a receptionist at a health and wellness center; let's call her "Braces Girl." This girl was a year younger than me, divorced, single, and had a daughter. We met on Momo. I remember I was really direct when I greeted her, sending a simple "mwah." I think I sent "mwah" four or five times that day, but she was the only one who replied. We had a lively chat, flirting and banter, and added each other on WeChat the next day. Our families lived very close, just a traffic light apart, and shared a market and supermarket, so we passed each other many times. After chatting for a week, we agreed to meet at a park near our homes one evening. In the dark night, she wore an embroidered dress, was 170cm tall, with long legs, long flowing hair, a slender figure, and prominent collarbones and hips. She wore braces, and her smile was quite comical, like Ugly Betty—that was my first impression of her. We sat on a wooden bench in the park, French kissing and touching each other all over. Before coming, she said she had her period, so the idea of having sex in the park had to be abandoned. After waiting for over a week, one weekend evening, I dropped my child off at her maternal grandparents' house and drove to pick her up. We headed straight to the forest park we'd visited before, planning to have some car sex.

She'd mentioned before that she wasn't very wet and would get dry during sex, so I prepared a small, portable, plant-based, ingestible lubricant. Our first time in the car lasted half an hour, and I used the lubricant three times. It was indeed easy to get dry. Overall, it was alright, not particularly horny, and I unconsciously resisted, requiring constant arm and leg manipulation and guidance, which was quite tiring. Frankly, her performance was just average. Her oral skills weren't great, and with her braces, there was a lot of friction; I was always worried about getting my penis scratched.

Our first time together lasted two rounds. My car was running the whole time with the air conditioning on, it was so hot! I carried three condoms with me that day, only using two. Afterwards, we were naked in the car, laughing and chatting. I vaguely remember someone walking by the car, but the tinted windows were dark, so we weren't worried about being seen.

After we broke up, we chatted online that night. She said she didn't want to do this anymore. I was skeptical. Whether she hadn't satisfied me or had genuinely changed her mind, it didn't matter. We'd already made plans, so I was just being a jerk. Maybe I was the one who slept with her, haha. So we only met up once, but we're still friends on WeChat and Momo. Now I occasionally send her a WeChat message, sticking to my usual style: "I want to fuck your mouth," which then sends me a barrage of emoji "attacks."

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