Those sad erotic stories

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I thought we were all masters of this world, but I never imagined we were all slaves to love!

---- Prologue

Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. Even last night, waking from a nightmare with tears streaming down my face, I realized that after all these years, I still couldn't forget those things. Many things are only truly valued after they're lost, but at times like this, what I think about most is that perhaps now is the best time. If we were together, there would be no story, no love.

There's always a letter lying in my inbox. If I had replied to that letter three years ago, perhaps Xiaomi and I would be together.

"Take me away."

Seven years ago, I worked for an import/export trading company in Guangzhou. The congested traffic and towering buildings nearby made me feel suffocated. I wanted to escape reality, but there was a sliver of comfort: my work was decent, my salary was somewhat satisfactory, and for men, this was a paradise of desire, a gathering place for lustful women from all over the country.

One day after work, the accountant, A-Yun, said in the elevator, "Let's go for a drink tonight."

"Where to?"

"Your place. I'll take you to buy some food and drinks. You can tidy up your place first." A-Yun was one of the more attractive mature women in the company, though there were only a few of them. She wasn't tall, but she had a slim waist and a plump bottom. In cold weather, she liked to wear a gray sweater, which accentuated her high breasts, exuding a mature charm. She was quite eye-catching.

I'd always had my eye on her, but it wasn't easy to find an opportunity since we were colleagues. She was 29, and as they say, thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, so I felt I had a good chance. So I happily went back to my rented one-bedroom apartment, tidied up a bit, and the evening glow shone through the window, creating a surprisingly cozy atmosphere.

I told her my building number and floor over the phone. A little while later, A-Yun came over, took off her shoes, and half-knelt down on the floor to spread out the food and drinks. She was wearing her company's black uniform dress; if she didn't sit like that, it would be indecent and she might expose herself.

"How old are you?" That was her first question when she came in.

"Me? 25." To avoid looking like a greenhorn fresh out of college, I usually lied and said I was a few years older. "Haha," she laughed cheerfully. "Sure enough, Tina was right when she said you like to lie." "I saw your information in the HR department, and you still lied to me." Tina was another girl in HR who also managed logistics, and I often hung out with her, so it wasn't surprising that she knew.

"Oh, still blushing. Come, sit down. Come drink with me." I looked embarrassed, but quickly recovered, as if she were the owner of the house.

I only remember drinking carefree until after 9 pm that night, everyone looking for someone to vent their stress about the city. She talked about her short-lived marriage of less than six months. I told her about my dream, to go to a vast and peaceful place to find the true meaning of life. We are all lonely people in this city.

When I saw she was drunk, I carried her to bed. As I put her on the bed, she suddenly rolled over and pinned me down, kissing me. [Her lips were small and delicate, with a hint of alcohol and the scent of a mature woman wafting towards me. A wet, slippery tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached out and lifted her head, responding to this sudden passion.

I put my hands to her breasts, touching them through her clothes. They were really big, round, soft, and plump, irresistible to the touch. She took off her top herself, bringing her large breasts to my lips. Her skin was really white. I caressed one breast with one hand and sucked and rubbed the other with my mouth, lost in the moment.

"Ah," Yun moaned through her nose, lifting my head with both hands and pressing it close to her breasts, her lower body squeezing my waist tightly.] I used my other hand to slowly trace my fingers down her back from her buttocks, kneading the side of her buttocks. She trembled and began to move back and forth as if being penetrated, which allowed my hand to reach deeper into her vagina from behind. As I approached, I clearly felt the overflowing wetness below; her panties were completely soaked. I flipped her over and quickly pulled off her pants. A large, wet patch of her lace panties was revealed. I couldn't resist picking them up and smelling them; the lewd scent was alluring. She snatched the panties, flipped me over again, and pinned me beneath her, beginning to undress me.

When I was down to only my underwear, she stopped, feeling the bulge through the fabric. My penis was already very hard, the large glans protruding from the elastic band of my underwear. She grabbed the glans and pulled off my underwear. I gasped; her hands were so warm and soft. I almost ejaculated.

I covered her vulva with my palm from below, gently rubbing her sensitive areas with my fingers and the back of my hand. My entire palm was covered in her love juice, incredibly smooth. Her thick pubic hair was already soaked with her love juice. Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and she gripped my head tightly.

Finally, she removed my hand, grabbed my penis, and began to aim it at her opening. The large glans seemed to have some difficulty going in, but she gently twisted her waist a few times, and slowly it went in all the way. She opened her mouth wide and let out a deep "ah."

Her vagina was very wet and hot, tightly wrapping around my penis. I felt my temples throbbing, and my mind was filled with images of snow-white breasts and smooth skin tightly wrapped around my beautiful vulva.

She reached her hands behind my shoulders and hugged me, kissing my face, her large breasts pressed against my chest, and her large buttocks below her slender waist began to move up and down very quickly.

Her technique was superb, I couldn't help but admire it. The range of motion was wide, always touching the tip of my penis to her vulva. My penis curved slightly upwards, and her movements perfectly matched that curve. The tip of my penis scraped against the walls of her vagina before penetrating deeply, reaching her G-spot. Her vaginal fluids spurted out, making a splashing sound, and waves of pleasure surged through me.

Her moans grew louder, eventually becoming loud cries of pleasure. She gripped my shoulders tighter and tighter, then suddenly stopped, her whole body trembling, her vaginal walls clenching. I almost ejaculated; she had reached orgasm.

"Ah," she sighed, "I've never felt this good before. You can be on top." We continued in the missionary position. Each time I entered, she arched her vulva to welcome me, her slender waist moving powerfully to meet my thrusts—it felt amazing. I could feel my glans being sucked by the walls of her vagina inside her, it was so stimulating, I almost ejaculated again, I barely suppressed the urge. I pulled out my penis and put her legs on my shoulders.

The sheets were soaked, she was so wet, it seems voluptuous women always bring so many surprises. I flicked my glans with my finger, the pain quickly dispelling the urge to ejaculate, and I entered her again, thrusting all the way in.

Her face began to contort, her mouth wide open, her eyes tightly shut, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head shaking violently, her moans growing louder and hoarse.

I sped up, thrusting as deep as possible each time, about a hundred times. Her whole body convulsed, her waist involuntarily swaying back and forth, her beautiful legs pressing down on my shoulders, causing my body to follow her movements. The sudden contractions of her vagina intensified my pleasure, sending goosebumps up my body, my vision going blank. My glans twitched and forcefully ejaculated the semen that had been accumulating for so long—it was incredibly satisfying. After ejaculating, my penis and her body twitched intermittently. I collapsed, hugging her, and let out a long sigh.

"That was so good," I said, picking her up and kissing her.

I didn't pull out my penis; it remained inside her. Because of the intense pleasure, we stayed like that, embracing each other. My penis remained hard for a long time before finally softening and sliding out, bringing with it a large patch of white semen that dripped onto her thighs.

"Your bad thing is wasted on you," she said after a long while, opening her eyes and looking at me provocatively.

"Haha, how could it be a waste?" I wasn't quite sure if that was a compliment or an insult.

"You should have given it to me sooner, then it wouldn't have been a waste," she said, indicating that mine was for her.

Yun is that kind of straightforward woman. When we're out together, who's playing whom, who's being played by whom, it doesn't matter. We're just like that, only taking what we need from each other. Who can think about so much anymore?

My ex-girlfriend always cried out in pain, tears welling up after just a couple of thrusts. Every time we made love, it felt like it was killing her. I finally understand what kind of woman my penis is suited for.

That night, we tried all sorts of positions six times, until it was almost dawn.

When I woke up, she was already gone. I don't know if she was afraid I'd feel embarrassed or if it was just her own fault.

(5700 words)

[The End]

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