[One orgasm after another, one contraction after another, one groan after another]

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Now I believe that everyone has two sides. A person's life, especially after developing a sexual desire,

is constantly caught between emotion and reason. The amount of pubic hair, the type of bra and underwear—that's another side of me,

a side focused solely on sex. Those dear women, I too, experienced orgasm, contractions, and moans through my teasing

. Here, I discovered that sex is so simple, and accepting it is so

easy . Back then, I thought about sex all the time, and one day I finally took that step.

One day after work, not wanting to go home, I went online in the office. Soon, a username called "Little Sister Short of Money"

caught my eye. I started to tease her, but she was very direct, saying she couldn't pay her rent and needed money from me.

I said, "How will you thank me?" She asked what I wanted. I said I wanted sex. She said okay. We arranged a meeting place.

Soon I met her.

She was a girl in her early twenties, with beautiful skin, wearing a long white down jacket. We

went to her rented apartment. She was very calm. It was my first time facing such a situation; I was both excited and scared. It was cold.

She sat down in bed, and I followed. She took off her coat, revealing her tight underwear. Her breasts were firm and perky;

I gently touched them. I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and deftly unhooked her bra.

She took out a condom and put it on me. I was already hard.

I pulled down her black panties with my fingers and slipped them inside her vagina, caressing it. She responded. Her vagina

was dark; she told me she had slept with several men.

I touched her round buttocks and tight breasts. At that moment, all reason vanished from my mind;

I only wanted to penetrate and thrust. She became wet, her vulva gently sucking. My fingers gently

traced her vagina and rubbed her clitoris, and she moaned with pleasure.

Her moans excited me. I parted her legs, lowered my head, and buried my face between her thighs, teasing

her vagina and clitoris with my tongue. She trembled with pleasure, and I thrust even harder. I opened my mouth and took her two lips

into my mouth , gently sucking. I opened my mouth again and used my tongue to lick her vulva. She moaned repeatedly, begging me to fuck her. I

knew she was already at her limit. She pulled my penis in and thrust it in. I thrust hard, penetrating her to the deepest

point . She cried out in pleasure. Ranran hugged me tightly, her legs hooked around my back, her arms

wrapped around my neck, saying, "Please, fuck me to death."

Looking at her, I thrust harder. Her large breasts bounced joyfully, her face grew redder and redder, and her

dazed eyes made me thrust even harder. She said, "Let's change positions, from behind." I had never tried it before, but it felt amazing.

I thrust into her hard from behind, and she kept moving forward. I saw her swaying breasts in the mirror... I

felt her contractions in waves, and suddenly she shouted, "Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!" I was startled and ejaculated profusely

, shooting into her hole.

Afterwards, she quickly got dressed, I paid, and she left, saying we could do it again sometime. I brushed her off,

feeling a strange sense of loss and emptiness inside. I didn't know how I had become this kind of person. This

should be considered my first real experience with prostitution, although she was definitely not a professional prostitute. But I still felt

disgusted with myself, utterly worthless.

Days passed in self-blame and self-reproach. I still went online, still flirted, still acted without restraint,

but I wouldn't actively seek out women like that for sex anymore; it felt like animalistic, like being a puppet. Until one

day , I met another girl.

This girl wasn't a virgin either; she was on break and wanted someone to play with. We started chatting, and

I said, "Let's have sex." She said okay, she hadn't had sex in six months. Later, I learned that we graduated from the

same university in the same city, and she had a boyfriend at school, but they lived apart, and after a long time, she had lost interest.

When we got to the hotel, I found that she didn't seem like a promiscuous girl; she seemed very innocent, although not particularly beautiful.

We chatted, and then, as she was about to leave, I don't know why I blurted out, "Go take a shower."

She said okay. Hehe.

After showering, she crawled into bed to watch TV, and I went to shower too. We quickly became intimate afterward. I took off

her bra; her breasts were small, practically flat-chested. When I kissed her, she was already extremely excited. She

didn't need me to tease her; she directly asked me to penetrate her. I penetrated her; her vagina was very loose, extremely loose,

and there were only a few sparse, yellowish strands of vaginal lust. Sometimes, late at night, listening to the even

, peaceful breathing of the person beside me, I often wondered if she, in her sweet dreams, ever thought about the pain I was enduring. Sometimes,

unable to sleep, I would hide in the bathroom alone, hand sanitizer gushing out, and I felt like crying. Whose fault is it? My fault?

Hers? What should I do?

To be honest, I know my wife loves me very much. But this love became a spiritual cross for me.

Whenever I thought about my foolishness, I felt immense guilt. I told myself to be kinder to my wife, even

kinder. But this became her justification for believing she was right. She thought, if she was wrong, why didn't I

argue with her? And so, the calendar pages turned, and our feelings eroded day by day. Thinking back to our first love

felt like a dream; occasionally, I'd flip through the love letters I wrote to her, often feeling embarrassed to look at them, frequently asking myself:

What exactly did I love about her? How did I even write those letters?

After that, work got busy, and I spent much less time online. My busy work filled my time

, temporarily relieving my pain. About six months later, I met another woman, and with her,

I found true enjoyment.

It was winter, I think, and I was chatting online. I saw a woman's username: "Part-time Beauty." I knew,

this was another one of those women. Another part of me surfaced, and I greeted her. I quickly learned about her

situation; she wanted me to come over immediately, but I said I'd contact her the next day.

A few days later, my wife and I had another fight. At that time, I hadn't had sex for over two weeks and was feeling very

depressed . Perhaps I have pubic hair, because the lace tightly covered her buttocks, and she said, "Come and fuck me." I immediately got excited

, and my penis quickly grew hard. She touched my penis, put a condom on me, and said, "Your penis is really big."

Ha, this was the second woman to say that. I put my hand inside her bra and gently touched it. She said, "Squeeze

it." I gently lifted her nipple, and in a few moments, it was hard. I pulled off her bra, sucked on her

breasts, sucked hard, then spat them out, then sucked them in again, then spat them out again. She was incredibly high. Very...

Her panties were already damp. She said, "I go weak as soon as I see you, I just want you."

She was a very open woman in bed. I pulled down her panties, and she teased me, keeping her legs tightly closed so I wouldn't

see, but I laughed and parted them. Her vulva was actually pink, like a virgin's, and she had given birth

naturally ; the skin on her lower abdomen didn't show any signs of childbirth, it was even so tender it was almost translucent. I played with

her vulva with my fingers; it was already swollen, her vagina protruding high and glistening with moisture.

I couldn't help but suck and lick, tracing the crevice between her vulva with my tongue, and she moaned incessantly

. I pulled my penis inside, thrusting it in and gently pumping. She tilted her head back, constantly uttering

vulgarities , asking me questions, her own desire aroused. She guided my hand inside her tank top, urging me to thrust harder.

I massaged her breasts through her bra. She was quite slender, and her tank top made it hard to tell the size of her breasts, but when I touched them, I realized they

were too big to fit with one hand. I sat up and placed her on my lap, slipping my hand inside. Her breasts were revealed—

large and white. She said, "Kiss me, I just showered, I'm very clean.

" I kissed her, and she closed her eyes slightly, enjoying it. Soon, her breasts swelled and hardened. She said, "I want

to moan." I said, "Go ahead." She said, "There are too many people here, we're not allowed to moan." Looking at her suppressed

expression, I had a wicked idea.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties and found they were damp. The purple, transparent panties

were very sexy. I gently ran my fingers over her genitals, rubbing them with my palms, while simultaneously

stroking my middle finger upwards from below her genitals, pausing briefly at the nipple. She writhed and gasped softly.

I believed her performance wasn't faked, because her juices kept flowing.

I inserted two more fingers, and as soon as I did, she grabbed me tightly and said, "Put it in me!" I quickly pulled

my fingers out, and she bit her lip, trembling and moaning softly. A moment later, she suddenly bit my shoulder and

didn't move. It hurt a lot from her bite, and afterwards I noticed two deep teeth marks on my shoulder. I knew she had

orgasmed . She nestled in my arms and said, "Do you know why I orgasmed? Because you look very cultured, and I

like refined men like you." I was speechless…

Afterwards, she kissed me again and we hugged tightly. I gave her a fifty-yuan tip, but she

refused. I said I almost tore her underwear, so consider it a gift. She happily accepted.

Later , one time I was shopping and unexpectedly ran into her. She smiled happily at me. I smiled back. That

feeling was quite nice too.

This experience gave me a new understanding of prostitutes. Whatever the reason,

most of deserve sympathy. Especially some teenage girls, many of whom come from rural areas. It's safe to say

that most started out because of poverty, unable to afford school, and went to work. Then they found the work too hard, became hairdressers,

ended up in the sex trade, but later realized that washing hair wouldn't earn much, so they became prostitutes. Think about

what city girls are doing? Probably still being pampered by their parents, because their parents are wealthy.

Their lives with their wives are like a glass of plain water, bland and uneventful. Occasionally her phone rings, but it only

rings once or twice before hanging up. I've secretly checked; these are unfamiliar numbers. I can't help but worry. Before, when I

took the children out, she always wanted to be with me. But for a while, she always found excuses not to be with me.

In occasional casual conversations, I noticed she was comparing the decor of a man's home, which made me even more suspicious. I believe

there's something between her and this man, not necessarily a sexual relationship, but certainly something intimate. But

I had no proof, nor did I want to look for any. I was too tired to go through any more trouble. I just occasionally

hinted to her, "If she's having an affair, then divorce is the only option."

Maybe it's a common male flaw. I've done this, so what right do I have to demand anything of her? My wife certainly

doesn't want things to come to that, but we communicate even less.

(Continued) My wife has a habit of touching my penis every day before sleeping. It often arouses me,

making my penis incredibly hard. But when I touch her, she pushes my hand away and says, "Sleep."

She falls asleep quickly, while I struggle with lust.

Yes, indeed, my actions make me feel guilty. This guilt and the desire for sex intertwine and

fight, turning me into a two-faced person. In public, I'm a good husband and father; but in private, I'm

a libertine. If my wife couldn't have sex, I think I could control myself from thinking about it, but

she doesn't want to, and she has good reasons. She said she didn't like wearing condoms, so it was almost impossible

to have sex after her safe period , which only lasted a few days, and even then, it was usually only once or twice. I

was so fed up with this kind of life.

Once, I went on a business trip to another city, where I

happened very affectionate when we met. After drinking and chatting, it was already past ten o'clock at night. He invited me to take a bath, so we went.

It was a frivolous leisure center, the walls covered with pictures of voluptuous, naked women. The pink walls under the dim

lighting were unsettling, and women in miniskirts and low-cut, tight tops swayed around, their white

thighs and high breasts making me stare.

After the bath, my friend called the owner and asked him to make arrangements. A little while later, the owner called over several

women . As soon as they arrived, one sat on my lap, hooking her arms around my neck, her full breasts at their most alluring, etc.

We became close friends, sharing everything, though of course, I wouldn't tell anyone else about these things.

Facing such an unfortunate woman, I felt a lot of pity for her. What could I do? All I could do was

keep her company and comfort her when she was unhappy. I made up many tragic stories to show that there were

people even more unfortunate than her. Once, she sprained her leg. Her husband didn't even ask about it, and the netizens who heard her stories only offered temporary

comfort . I was very worried and gave her advice,

considering everything from eating and sleeping to using the restroom, as well as her work and children. At the time, I didn't think much of it; maybe I'm just a kind person. It

touched her deeply. But she didn't say anything then. After that, the first thing I asked her when we met was if her leg was better, and I

sent her a lot of information about recovery.

Her leg healed quickly. One evening, she said she wanted me to see her. I said okay, and we quickly connected via

video. The camera opened, revealing a voluptuous woman with long, curly hair that made her look very alluring.

It was summer, and she was wearing a thin sundress. I told her she was very pretty. She happily asked me what was pretty about her.

I said it was because she looked like a banknote. She asked me, confused, what I meant. I said her breasts were beautiful,

as firm as banknotes.

She laughed heartily and said I was naughty. The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. I said, but if she

took off her bra, they definitely wouldn't be so firm. She said she wasn't wearing a bra at all, and I didn't believe her. As she spoke, she

lifted her skirt to prove it to me. Her breasts were exposed in front of me, and sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra; her round breasts were very

tempting. I hadn't been close to a woman in a long time, and my penis immediately became hard.

I told her that my penis was hard. She said she wanted to see it. I said I didn't have a webcam. She asked if I

could . I said yes. She said we could meet in person, and after asking, she told me the time and place, and she went there to wait for me right away.

Then she logged off.

I knew she meant what she said, and to be honest, I was also eager to see her. So I changed my clothes and went out.

I arrived at the agreed-upon road and saw a voluptuous woman walking towards me from afar, glancing around frequently.

I confirmed it was her.

She recognized me too and greeted me happily. We walked very close together.

The scent of her shampoo wafted into my nose, smelling wonderful. She exuded the fragrance of a mature

woman , and her breasts swayed as she walked; she wasn't wearing a bra. We slowly walked into a

grove of trees. Looking back, I was incredibly brave; I didn't even think about snakes or insects.

Once in the grove, she stopped, facing me, and, using the moonlight, said she wanted to see my face. My face flushed.

We stood facing each other, and I felt my mouth go dry; her eyes became hazy. Neither of us spoke, but I

felt desire rising rapidly around us. We almost simultaneously pulled each other into our arms. She trembled,

took a deep breath, and seemed completely intoxicated. Without a word, I kissed her lips, swirling my tongue in her mouth.

She responded passionately, kissing me even more intensely.

I kneaded her breasts through her halter-neck dress, and she quickly moaned. She lifted her dress and said,

"Lick me." I grabbed one of her breasts and sucked on it. She moaned incessantly,

calling out . I teased her nipples with my tongue, swallowing and releasing them, circling them with my lips.

I squeezed her breasts together, taking both nipples into my mouth at once, sucking hard, pulling them back, and then suddenly releasing them,

watching bounce back.

My penis grew even larger. She said, "Squeeze me." I squeezed her nipples gently. This

excited ; she said she liked it, it hurt and felt good at the same time. I reached under her panties, which were already soaked

, and her legs were also wet.

She unbuckled my belt, pulled out my penis, and then suddenly squatted down,

swallowing it whole. I shuddered with pleasure. I was stunned. No woman had ever taken my penis into her mouth before; it

felt amazing. Watching her head move in and out of my crotch, feeling her tongue linger and

dance , sucking on its most sensitive spot, she swallowed it deeply and then slowly released it

. I was about to explode.

I said, "I can't take it anymore." She quickly let go of me. She whispered, "Fuck me!" I had never had sex

outdoors and didn't know how to do it. She laughed, "Silly boy," then bent down, pulled down her underwear and threw it on

the ground, spreading her legs. I understood. I stood behind her, and she pulled my penis in, then pulled my

hands forward. I grabbed her breasts, and she hooked her arms around my buttocks, saying, "Start."

I thrust hard, penetrating her deepest point. She screamed, a long, trembling scream that seemed

to rise to the top. I knew she was enjoying it. I slowly pulled out and slowly thrust in again. I was

excited and nervous, feeling waves of heat about to gush from my penis. I tried to control myself, then gradually increased

the speed, thrusting incessantly, listening to the thumping sounds coming from her vagina. These sounds, combined with her

heavy breathing and fluctuating moans, made me almost dizzy. I said, "You can't moan." She said, "I don't want to

moan either, but I can't control it, it's already so small."

Perhaps it was nervousness, or perhaps it was because I hadn't done it in a long time, but I quickly ejaculated. At that moment, I desperately pressed

my penis against her clitoris; the intense stimulation was incredible. We sat on a bench in the woods talking, but because there were so many mosquitoes,

after a while, she said, "Let's go home." We parted ways.

Once Pandora's box is opened, the world changes. She was another unknown

world . For a while, whenever I had the chance, I would go online, and whenever I was online, I would always encounter her. I

knew she didn't love me; she only considered me her best friend.

I'm the same way. Life's hardships have made me unable to love anymore; I've lost the ability to love. But that

doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I stubbornly believe I'm still a good person. I care about her,

sympathize with her, and treat her as a friend. The only difference is that this friend can provide sexual satisfaction

when .

When we talk, we often have long silences. I don't know how to advise her, and she doesn't know

how to get out of her predicament. But every time we talk, I hear her complaints—her husband hitting her again,

scolding her again, tormenting her again last night. She says she actually loves her husband very much, and

she's happy as long as he's even slightly nice to her. For a while, she thought about divorce and planned to buy a house, but after thinking about it for a long time,

she gave up the idea for the sake of her child having a complete family. One night, she was very sad. She

hadn't had sex for three months. Thinking about her life, she was heartbroken and cried incessantly. I was with her

and cried with her. She wanted to see me, saying she couldn't take it anymore. At the time, I really wanted to refuse, but I couldn't bear to.

I agreed to meet the next day.

Dawn broke quickly, and we arranged to meet at noon. Around noon, I went to a hotel and booked a room,

waiting for her while watching TV. It was already late autumn. While waiting for her, I felt disoriented, lamenting the impermanence of

life . I never imagined that in my city, there would be such a tormented woman, that I would

encounter her, that I would actually be having sex with a woman in my own city. My heart

pounded , fearing we would be discovered. Just as I was worrying, the doorbell rang. I quickly opened the door; it was

her. She slipped into the room.

The autumn air was already quite chilly, and I turned on the air conditioner in the room. The warmth stirred a restless feeling within me.

She was wearing a brown faux leather jacket that fit her perfectly, and loose black pants that clung tightly to her

buttocks, clearly showing the cleft of her buttocks. I gave her buttocks a hard squeeze, and she

let soft "Ouch!" and said, "I hate it." My libido had noticeably increased.

I was no longer as averse to sex as before; at least, although she still never initiated it, she generally

wouldn't refuse me anymore. This made me ecstatic.

I actually love my wife very much, and I don't really like the feeling of having an affair. It's

better to make love with my wife; there's no need to worry, I can make love wholeheartedly. Although making love with my wife isn't as passionate,

it feels very warm. My home felt like a home again, not just a house.

I became good friends with the woman from before. We rarely talked about sex; we usually just talked about our lives and

work . Of course, occasionally, when she particularly wanted to, I would go along with her request and let her see my penis. She was a few years older than me

; I treated her like an older sister, and she treated me like a younger brother.

Yes, I was once so promiscuous, chasing after different women. In the moans of different women, I found

pleasure, but also felt deeper pain. Life always moves forward; we all know what is right and wrong,

what we should and shouldn't do. To be honest, infidelity drives people mad and corrupts them; it makes them

lose normal lives and normal personalities. I feel very tired; a nameless emptiness, like a faithful wife,

is inseparable from me.

The baby is growing up day by day, and my wife's relationship with my mother has improved considerably. Perhaps they're tired of arguing, or perhaps there's

nothing left to argue about. Everyone is cautious, fearful, and tries not to say much. Although life is like

a stagnant pool , at least it's peaceful, which I can accept. The baby is already in school, and every day

after work I take the baby out for a walk before going home for dinner. My wife is also much better to me, although I still

can't figure out why, but I don't want to. Actually, life is a mess;

what's the point of figuring things out? It's still emptiness and sentimentality. I've had affairs myself, so if my wife

is intimate , what right do I have to criticize her? I often think about forgetting the past and starting a new life

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