We can only be friends, not lovers.

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Three years ago, I was unemployed for a while, and a year has passed without finding a suitable job.

I was very frustrated and wanted to talk to a woman other than my wife, but I found that I didn't have a single person to

talk to.

Before I turned thirty, I had slept with at least a dozen women, so how come I don't have

a single female friend to confide in now?

I couldn't help but list out all my past girlfriends and write down each experience.

Looking back on my past experiences, I realized that I used to be a

selfish inconsiderate, and childish man.

People are so strange; many things don't matter when they happen, but after so much

time , they become vivid in my memory.

"You're a selfish man; you can only be a friend, not a lover,"

a girlfriend once said before we broke up. "It's better to be friends with you; as a boyfriend and girlfriend, you're too inconsiderate

of my feelings."

This is true. Once, after drinking with a friend, I called her at 11 PM and

took her out. I took her to a nearby hotel, undressed her, and had sex with her. Afterward, I went to shower without inviting her to shower with me,

and then sent her home without letting her stay overnight. I made her feel like

a prostitute .

My ex-girlfriend said this, and I didn't say anything at the time, just taking it as her saying it in anger

. We broke up not long after.

"Why did we get together?"

This is the question my friend's sister liked to ask most after having sex with me.

At the time, I knew that if I said something like "It's fate," "Because I like you," or "Because

I love you," she would be satisfied and continue to let me release my sexual desire on her.

But I didn't say anything. I just smiled and hugged her tightly.

One day, after I ejaculated inside this friend's sister, she told me that she

had met who was very nice to her and kept saying sweet words to her. Looking at her expectant eyes, I

knew what she wanted me to say, but I just smiled and didn't say what I wanted to say. From then on, she stopped calling

me, and I heard that she was living with a man.

On the night we broke up, Wenxin said to me, "You're really childish."

Wenxin's vaginal temperature was much higher than that of an average woman.

I could never last more than ten minutes with Wenxin. In fact, from the very first time I entered Wenxin's

vagina, I would grit my teeth as if facing a formidable enemy.

Because if I was even slightly careless, I would immediately ejaculate. Years later, I learned that this

was one of the "famous vaginas" people talked about.

In front of Wenxin, I often acted childishly, threw tantrums, or

shouted that I wanted to have sex with her ten minutes before she left for work, until she couldn't take it anymore and went into someone else's arms. Only then did I realize that she had left me.

"Whoever enters a woman's body first occupies a part of her memory."

Once, I was pursuing a girl, and there was also a competitor. It felt like we were

evenly matched a draw. One day, I went to her house for a date while her parents were out. Just as I was about to cross

that final hurdle, her parents returned. She quickly let me slip out the back window, giving me a

passionate kiss before I left.

However, a few days later, when I asked her out again, she refused. My intuition told me

something , and I was right. Following her, I saw her holding hands with a boy as they entered his rented

apartment. The lights were on, then off again shortly after, and no one came out.

I guessed that in those few days, this boy had done

what I hadn't done with her the previous time, leaving me excluded from her heart. Although I tried to win her back afterward, she

only met with me one more time as compensation, and refused to spend any more time alone with me. After that meeting

, she stopped answering my calls.

"Men have no dignity in front of women."

These were the words an older woman said to me before she left. So many years have passed,

I've long forgotten what she looked like, but those words resurfaced in my mind.

I'd met this woman a few times at friends' gatherings. Once, I invited her out alone. After a movie and

dinner, I took her to a hotel.

As soon as she entered, she drew back the curtains, sat down on the sofa, and said, "What did you bring me here for?"

I was stunned. Wasn't it just for *that* kind of thing?

I tried several times to pull her onto the bed, but she refused. I angrily went into the bathroom and masturbated.

Afterwards, still angry, I led her out of the room. As we left, she said, "

Men have no dignity in front of women."

At the time, I was angry, and those words sounded like a sarcastic remark.

But looking back today, many years later, it feels different.

What my older sister meant was, "Men don't need dignity in front of women."

Everyone knows what's going on when you go to a hotel. If a woman isn't interested, why would she go to a

hotel ?

Once a woman is in the room, whether you kneel, beg, use soft tactics, or use hard tactics, the goal is always to get her

pants off. Only when your penis is inside her vagina is it real. All other dignity and face are

fake. If a man can't bring himself to do it, how can a woman bring herself to moan

and groan as your penis thrusts in and out?

Afterwards, my older sister would still see me often, but she would never go on another trip with me.

I never imagined that fifteen years later I would understand what she meant.

Scenes from the past flashed through my mind like slides, and I realized with a start that I had

been with so many women, yet none of them wanted to keep in touch with me.

Now I realize I was truly a failed lover. I wonder

how long ? And how much longer can she tolerate me?

I started saying mushy things to my wife every day, like, "Thank you, my dear wife, you are truly my savior."

"Wife, I love you." "Wife, making love with you is truly one of the greatest pleasures in life."

Every day, I would recite a few funny jokes to my wife. At first, she couldn't accept it and

thought I was having an affair. But I didn't go out, and gradually she got used to this way of flirting.

Slowly, her mood changed; she often had a smile on her face, and

her performance in bed became more passionate.

She would often ask me if I felt bored staying at home all day

and if I wanted to go out for a walk, instead of asking me every day if I had found a job.

A few days later, when I went to pick up my son from his tutoring class, he was leaving with his friend. His friend's

mother was also there.

I looked over and saw a woman dressed appropriately for work, full of maternal love, pulling her

son to get ready to drive away. She was

a very fair-skinned woman with a good figure.

After that, I often arrived at the tutoring class a little early, using the few minutes before the class ended to strike up a conversation with this

woman .

As we became more familiar, I would say I wanted to discuss some etiquette issues with her, asking her to arrive half an hour early so

we could discuss it at a small coffee shop on the corner.

After four or five meetings, I thanked her for her feedback, which helped me improve my parenting

style , and asked her to have lunch with me.

Her womanly intuition led her to refuse almost without hesitation. I persisted, and finally, she gave in

and said she had a day off next Wednesday and we could have lunch together.

I decided to change my attitude towards women starting with this lunch.

Sure enough, thanks to my attentive care, the not-so-lavish lunch was quite enjoyable. It was

my first time trying to treat a woman like royalty.

It sounds simple, but it's incredibly difficult.

I had to be constantly attentive to what she said and also attentive to her unintentional needs and intentions, anticipating

her needs so I could immediately offer them the moment she spoke.

Multitasking was exhausting. After the meal, I spent over three hours reflecting on

my actions and devising steps to improve.

Of course, my wife was the easiest person to practice on, and thankfully, she's

no longer surprised by my overly affectionate behavior.

Instead, she began to enjoy his attentive flattery.

This made my internship much easier and also made my wife smile from ear to ear, making her look much

younger .

Gradually, I started to notice that when Limin met me, she would wait for me to pull out her chair, wait for me

to hand her a wet wipe to wipe her sweat, glance at her water glass, then at me, waiting for me to bring the water glass to

her, then give me a sweet smile and say, "Thank you."

Sometimes Limin would excitedly talk about trivial things, and these little things

made me feel like Limin had returned to her seventeen or eighteen-year-old self.

This was a completely different

feeling .

That day finally arrived, and I took Limin to a small Western restaurant.

Although the restaurant was small, the view was good, and I chose a table by the window.

As soon as we chose the table, when Limin approached it, I immediately pulled out her chair, and only after she stepped onto the table

did I push the chair forward.

Then I immediately helped her take off her coat and placed it on the chair next to me.

Throughout the meal, my thoughts were focused on Limin. As soon as her beef platter was served,

I immediately handed her ketchup and chili sauce. When she took a bite of the overly spicy beef and caught her breath, I had

already handed her a glass of water.

When she started looking around, I leaned forward and quietly told her

where .

Of course, when Limin spoke, I always played the role of a loyal listener.

After the meal, Limin asked me where I wanted to go for a walk. I suggested going to the nearby hill for the scenery, okay?

Limin nodded in agreement.

As we got closer to the hill, I suddenly turned onto a side road and drove into the garage of a motel.

Limin looked at me with a questioning gaze.

I said that while I was driving, I was thinking about her expression and tone of voice, which were incredibly charming. All I could

think of was finding a quiet place to chat with her. I didn't expect that I would accidentally turn the wrong

way.

I kept apologizing to Limin, saying I really didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to find a quiet place

to chat .

Seeing my flustered look, Limin smiled and said, "Okay, it's hot up in the mountains, finding an air-conditioned room to chat is

fine, but, we can only chat, no behaving inappropriately."

I readily agreed, quickly got out of the car to open the door for Limin, and led her to the room on the second floor.

The atmosphere was a little stiff as soon as we entered. I walked to the corner of the room, crossed my arms behind my neck

and pretended to caress myself, acting out a passionate kissing scene, making "tsk tsk" kissing sounds

while saying some sweet and cheesy things between lovers.

Limin sat on the edge of the bed with a grin, telling me to stop fooling around while laughing loudly. As soon as

I turned around, I took off Limin's shoes, praising her delicate feet as

fresh and tender .

Limin quickly hid on the bed, and I sat beside her, taking one of her arms and massaging

it along the acupoints. After I finished massaging that arm,

I asked her how it felt .

Limin said, "It feels very comfortable, but it feels a little unbalanced."

I rolled over to Limin's other side and massaged her acupoints in the same way.

After the massage, Limin said that it felt even more unbalanced; both hands felt so relaxed and comfortable, but

her body still felt tense.

I had Limin lie face down and started massaging the acupoints along her spine, but her clothes were too slippery, so I asked her

to take off her outer garment.

Limin hesitated and said, "It's just a massage, right?" I said, "Of course,

how do your hands feel now? Are they comfortable?"

Limin slowly took off her top and lay face down on the bed. I started massaging her from her neck. Based on my experience

massaging , the neck and shoulders are the areas most prone to fatigue.

Sometimes, when I pressed on a particularly painful acupoint, Limin would cry out in pain. After finally

finishing the acupoints on her spine and sides, I began massaging her muscles.

Taking advantage of the inward squeezing motion, I used both hands to gently push open the hooks of Limin's bra at the back.

However, Limin didn't seem to notice that her bra had come loose.

After finishing her back, I picked up a blanket and covered Limin's back with it.

I said to Limin, "I'll massage your legs too, but I need to take off your skirt first

to avoid wrinkling it."

Perhaps Limin had relaxed, because when I helped her take off her skirt and even asked her to take off her pantyhose,

Limin would slightly stick out her buttocks to make it easier for me to move.

By the time I had massaged Limin's entire back, I was also covered in sweat and needed to rest.

I covered Limin with a blanket, went to the bathroom, turned on the exhaust fan, smoked a cigarette, and took a cold shower.

When I came out of the bathroom, Limin was already asleep. Watching her breathe peacefully, I noticed

the marks of time around her eyes. I took off my clothes and lay down beside her.

I only intended for her to rest her head on my arm, but when I turned her over, she woke up.

Our faces were so close. Limin closed her eyes shyly, and I took the opportunity to kiss her.

Limin's bra was already off, and my hand immediately touched her hard little mound. This was the first time in ten years I had touched a woman's breast other than my wife's. Although it couldn't compare to the elasticity

of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl's , it was still soft and smooth. 　　I finally managed to insert my penis into Limin's vagina. When I felt it fully inside, Limin sighed softly. I knew I had already secured a small place in her heart. Even though I'm married, I've at least reached a draw with Limin's man. 　　Limin's vagina isn't as tight as my wife's. I withdrew my penis and started licking Limin's clitoris . When Limin reached orgasm and her vagina tightened, I re-entered, enjoying the tight, thrusting pleasure. 　　I carefully observed Limin's sexual development. When she started gently swaying her hips, I thrust for a while. When Limin's brow furrowed, nearing the point of orgasm, I held her tightly, quietly waiting for the climax with her. 　　When Limin reached her third orgasm and told me she'd had enough, I turned her over and penetrated her from behind, holding her tightly, supporting my weight with my four legs. The only weight on Limin was our joined bodies. 　　I whispered sweet nothings in Limin's ear, like: "I love you, I like you, thank you for bringing me such a comfortable and wonderful time." Sometimes I feel like a parrot, constantly repeating the same words. 　　When Limin awoke from her lust, her demeanor became a little stiff. She stopped talking, silently got up, picked up her clothes, and went into the bathroom. I pushed the door; it was locked. 　　I took some tissues to clean myself, quickly put on my clothes, and picked up the coffee bag and oolong tea bag from the tea tray , brewing a cup of coffee and a cup of oolong tea. Then I stood quietly three steps away . 　　As soon as Limin came out of the bathroom, I immediately handed her a cup of coffee, asking if she wanted coffee or tea. 　　Limin waved her hand, indicating she didn't want either. 　　I immediately put down the coffee. Limin, with her back to me, began putting on her stockings. I held Limin's high heels, squatted down, and waited to help her put them on. 　　When Limin turned around and saw me squatting on the ground, she cursed, "How annoying!" 　　But she still let me put the high heels on her feet. 　　From the moment I left the room until I took Limin home, she didn't say a word, but I kept reciting jokes from my head. 　　Limin didn't laugh, but I could tell her facial expressions weren't as stiff anymore. 　　The only two words she uttered were, "We're here," before she got out of the car and left. 　　I wasn't worried that Limin would actually be angry. Was going to the hotel really just for chatting? I knew what was going to happen , and Limin should have known too. It turned out that what was destined to happen, we just let it happen. 　　It was just that the mask of "restraint" that women wear forced her to appear angry. 　　At 6:30, I waited at the coffee shop until 7:00, but Limin didn't appear. I went to pick up my child . I saw Limin in the distance, but she left quickly after picking up her child. 　　This happened several times in a row; Limin was intentionally avoiding me. 　　Finally, one time, as Limin walked past me, I said, "You look so beautiful today." Limin rolled her eyes at me. 　　The following week, on the day my child had class, I was still sitting in the coffee shop at 6:30 when a familiar figure flashed in—it was Limin; she had finally arrived. 　　I quickly helped Limin sit down, first asking if her child's studies were going well, and the atmosphere gradually eased. 　　I gently touched Limin's palm with my finger, and she withdrew her hand, absentmindedly saying, "I feel this is very unfair to my husband." 　　I didn't reply, just kept admitting my mistake, and then shamelessly said to Limin, "Then I'll treat you to another meal to apologize and admit my error." 　　Limin looked at me with a strange expression and said, "What are you thinking about now?" 　　I quickly said, "It's just a simple meal to apologize to you," and 　　I quickly took out a pen and paper, giving her my phone number. 　　Limin didn't comment, but she accepted my phone number, got up, and left the coffee shop to pick up her child from class. 　　I didn't see Limin again when I went to pick up the kids the next time, but two days later, Limin called me and said she was free tomorrow, Saturday night. 　　Although I saw Limin looking hesitant after we went to bed together, I still decided to finish dinner today.

Afterwards, I still had to get Limin into bed and have a good time with her.

Based on my self-reflection, I'm definitely more important to her than her husband right now, except

I can't give her any official status...

I carefully served Limin her meal as usual, and this time, I really took her to the hill to

see the stars. Limin relaxed and allowed me to get close to her.

It was the same old routine: I gently took her hand and told her that her eyes were

as bright and captivating as the stars in the sky.

Once I could wrap my arms around her waist, I whispered in her ear, "I love the scent she

gives off ; it reminds me of a large garden in full bloom, and the most beautiful flower is her—Limin."

When I could turn her around and embrace her, I gently kissed her forehead,

eyelids , and nose. When Limin opened her lips slightly as I approached hers, I, of course, didn't disappoint her

and kissed her lips.

After a long while, we parted ways. I said, "Let's go, let's go somewhere else."

Limin followed me to the car without a word. We

went down the mountain, turned a corner, and arrived back in front of the hotel. I drove straight in.

Limin was a little unhappy and asked why I drove here, her face sour as she refused to get out.

I grinned and opened the door for her, then said, "I was just thinking I haven't kissed you enough.

When I was holding you just now, I felt like the whole world only consisted of the two of us; it

was such a wonderful feeling. This is a little space that belongs entirely to just the two of us.

I want to hold you again, and talk a little longer. I love watching you talk, I love

hearing your voice."

As I spoke, I pulled Limin out of the car.

Limin cursed, "You shameless rascal," but cooperated and got out.

As soon as we entered the room, I grabbed Limin and started kissing her.

Like a parrot, I kept repeating in her ear, "I love you," "I like you," "Your breasts are so

beautiful," "I'm so happy," and so on.

In no time, I had stripped Limin naked, her legs spread wide as I fucked her.

Making love with a woman is like warfare—fast when it's time, slow when it's time, and

stopping when it's time. Limin had already come to orgasm three times.

Taking advantage of her dazed state, I asked for her phone number. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

I thrust a few more times forcefully and said, "Will you give it to me or not?" Finally, Limin couldn't resist my nagging and agreed to

give me her phone number, which was the last thing I did.

Limin got up to grab her clothes to go to the bathroom to wash.

I quickly got up to stop her, still holding her in my arms, one hand squeezing her breast, and said, "

It's a man's honor to bathe the woman he loves."

Limin struggled a little, but seeing she couldn't break free, she obediently let me take her into the bathroom for a bath together.

After getting Limin's phone number, I hugged her and said, "Making love with you is wonderful. How about we do it again sometime

? I'll give you my number; tell me when you're free." "

Limin quickly shook her head and said, 'No, I have a date tomorrow.'

I didn't give up and said, 'How about the day after tomorrow?'

Limin nodded, and I knew I had it sorted out.

When I met Limin again, as soon as we got in the car, she told me that she had to go home in an hour. I nodded knowingly

and drove to a quiet place to park.

I said I just wanted to meet her to chat. Limin said, 'Are you really just going to chat?'

We looked at each other and smiled. I hugged Limin and kissed her.

After we did what we were supposed to do, although we didn't go inside, at least I ejaculated through oral sex. Our emotions

were relatively calm, and we started chatting.

Life went on like this. Limin and I maintained the habit of meeting every two to three days. If we had a long time, we would

go to a hotel; if we had a short time, we would do it in the car.

One day, Limin called and invited me out. After we made love, we lay on the comfortable bed. Limin's fingers

traced circles on my nipples, and she said resentfully that I hadn't contacted her for so long and that she was almost forgetting about me."

I apologized profusely and promised to call her every day from now on, and only then did Limin let me go.

Limin rested her head on my chest and remained silent for a long time. I gently shook her and asked what was on her

mind.

Limin said, "Nothing's on my mind, but I thought of something funny." "

I have a colleague who recently had a fight with her husband and is feeling down. I'll ask her out for dinner

sometime so you can help her out." "But I know someone who seems honest but is actually

quite cunning and won't let her get away with it.

" She glared at me, sending chills down my spine, but Limin's constantly swaying lower body made my

penis hard inside her.

Limin was right. Same tricks, same old routine. Two months later, I got her

into bed.

Limin wasn't using contraception, so we arranged to meet the day after her period ended.

As for Ya-wen, I can sleep with her anytime, as long as I whisper in her ear afterwards, "Thank you for giving me

such a wonderful time, I'll never forget it," or "Ya-wen, being able to make love with you is truly

a blessing from my past life." These cheesy words are vulgar, right?

But I know that every time I say these things, it's like buying a pre-sale ticket for my next time having sex with Ya-wen.

When to use it? That depends on my desire at the time.

Now, I never fantasize about pursuing a woman as beautiful as an angel. That

kind of woman, surrounded by admirers, probably wouldn't even glance at me out of the corner of her eye. But I know there are many ordinary

-looking women who are often neglected.

They also need to be cared for and cherished.

Now I've found a job and started working. Counting from Li-min, I've had four

women I date. They are all good wives and good mothers at home.

But they also like to meet with me regularly because, outside of our daily lives, I...

I preserved a haven for them, a sanctuary from their girlhood, a place where they longed to be loved, pampered, and cherished. In

the few short hours I spent with them, they could shed all their burdens and receive my utmost respect and courtesy.

I think my wife knows I have other women, but she pretends not to.

Because I'm more attentive to the family than before, and more inclined to cling to my wife and make demands, I no longer argue with her

at home ; instead, I try my best to make the whole family laugh.

Once, after making love with my wife, she suddenly said, "A few sweet hours are better than

a smoky day." I didn't hear her clearly at first, so I asked her again. She just smiled and said, "Nothing."

Looking back, I understood what she meant. After ten years of

marriage ?

It might seem like I'm shameless, an insult to a man's dignity, but I still believe that men

don't need dignity in front of women. As long as you give them emotional and spiritual satisfaction, women will repay you with passionate bodies

and warm vaginas.

I don't know whether it's better to shout about male dignity while masturbating to a woman in my fantasy,

or to be like me, without any dignity, going to great lengths to please women and then excitedly

ejaculating .

Which is better depends on personal opinion, but I'm quite satisfied with my current situation.

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