[The trouble caused by text messages]

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Even now, I still can't understand how a mistakenly sent text message could bring me such a stroke of

good fortune .

Two years ago, text messaging became popular and quickly spread across the country. The content of these messages was incredibly diverse, and everyone

was used to it. Among them, the most interesting and talked-about were the classic dirty jokes. I still vaguely

remember a few of the more fashionable ones from back then: "...In and out of the capital, only prostitutes are busy, in the private rooms, up and down, all soaked

... In the past, the most romantic figures all stayed up all night."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have gone to the toilet, saw a young woman hiding inside, she came over and forced herself on me, she

kicked me and locked me up, the young woman was thrilled but I was exhausted."

"A policeman was strolling on the street when he encountered a young harlot..." and so on and so forth. For a while,

I often received such text messages from friends, and then forwarded and circulated them, sharing them with a group of brothers,

enjoying it immensely (I believe many of you readers have had this experience).

One day, I excitedly

forwarded to a few of my close friends. But as I was typing in my phone's address book, I accidentally pressed a woman

's number. I cried out in alarm, but it was too late; the message had already been sent.

The number belonged to a woman named Mei, a

friend . We were acquainted because I frequented her business, but at the time

, our relationship was merely a slightly closer friendship than that of ordinary customers. So, after sending the message, I was filled with regret and anxiety,

fearing she would mistake me for a pervert and unleash a torrent of abuse, ruining our friendship—that would be

utterly unfair!

But life is unpredictable. The next day, things took a dramatic turn, completely unexpected.

Around 9:00 AM the following morning, I received a text message from Mei, its content even more

provocative than the one I had sent, filled with words that made one's blood boil and fueled all sorts of

fantasies .

I couldn't believe it. Not only did I not get scolded, but I received a generous "reward."

So I tentatively sent another text message, and to my surprise, I got a response quickly. I was extremely excited because

exchanging and sharing such text messages with a woman had a strange sense of impulse and provocation than exchanging them between men (

most men should feel this way). This went on and on, and things quickly spiraled out of control.

Exchanging these kinds of text messages with a woman was like breaking down the barrier between us; we had both dismantled

the most difficult psychological defense. I was secretly pleased, as if the opportunity was about to arrive.

The opportunity indeed arrived a month later.

Mei had married a year ago, but her husband had been abroad for more than six months and now

ran a beauty salon in a small town about 30 kilometers from me. She was a year younger than me, about 160cm tall, slightly plump, and belonged to

the voluptuous and sexy type. Because of her profession, she dressed appropriately and fashionably, which made her even more charming

. Actually, I had fantasized

about , but apart from exchanging text messages every day recently, I haven't taken any

other concrete action with her.

One evening, after dinner, I was taking a walk alone when my phone beeped with a text message.

It was from her again, but this time it wasn't one of those risqué jokes; it was just a simple sentence: "I'm lonely,

come keep me company, okay?" Wow, of course I'd agree! I immediately went to the bus station and caught the last bus,

arriving in her city 40 minutes later.

Through days of flirting via text messages, we seemed to have developed a

tacit understanding . Without her consent, I first checked into a nearby hotel for a single room (

the kind with a double bed), then called her, gave her my room number, and asked her to come find me. (At that moment, I

was incredibly happy, thinking the mermaid was about to take the bait, and my little brother was getting increasingly restless.)

Time passed so slowly; although I only waited for her for about ten minutes, it felt like an eternity.

When she appeared before me, my mouth was already dry. Looking at her outfit today, oh my god, I

was completely stunned: a high ponytail, a snow-white short dress that barely covered her thighs

, revealing her fair and full legs, and white sneakers—lively yet exuding a mature

woman's charm. Damn, what a sexy woman! Dressed so provocatively, it seems she planned this all along

. It's like we were on the same page. Thinking about this, my nose was practically bleeding.

But I couldn't rush things. First, I needed to understand her true feelings (test her "heat"), and second,

I didn't want to lose my usual gentlemanly demeanor in front of her (though it was all just "methanol").

I sat on the edge of the bed (first securing a good position), and she sat on the sofa a short distance away (she seemed

quite composed). We chatted for a few minutes while watching TV. Later, she said the angle was too skewed and she couldn't see

the TV screen clearly. I said, "The bed faces the TV, come sit here." Without hesitation, she sat down

next to me, very close (which showed she was really being provocative today). It was the first time I

'd admired , inhaling the faint scent of her body. Ah, so beautiful! I

couldn't help but swallow hard.

Damn, if I didn't make a move now, would I even be a man? I'd be letting down the beauty beside me. No rush, no

rush , I kept reminding myself. Then, I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn't

react (good, looks like today's a sure thing). Then, with a strange expression, I asked her, "Where do you get

so many exciting text messages? Every one of them makes me fantasize, my blood boils, and I feel

terrible for a while. You're so naughty, trying to drag me down with you?" She turned her head and smiled playfully, "Is it that serious

? Looks like your revolutionary will isn't very strong." I said, "No normal man can be so strong." She

smiled again, a provocative look on her face, and said nothing more.

Haha, this is promising. I understood instantly. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and quickly pulled her close, my other hand gripping

her sexy waist. We faced each other, eyes locked for two seconds, and sparks ignited.

She threw herself into my arms, holding me tightly. Our faces were pressed together, and I naturally began to kiss her, from

her forehead to her fiery, half-open eyes, and then to her full, sensual lips. A flurry of kisses ensued…

After our tongues mingled, I continued downwards, first to her pink neck, then gradually moving down, smoothly unzipping

her short dress from behind. With a "whoosh," it reached her waist, and the top of her dress fell down. Wow, such

full breasts!

A large bra still couldn't completely cover them, so I immediately kissed the

bulge . Her cleavage was so deep. I kissed one breast, then licked the other. Seeing that the time was ripe,

I unhooked her bra from behind, and it was quickly and haphazardly pulled off. Wow, such hot

breasts , big, round, and firm, and the shape of her nipples and areolas was so beautiful, pink (because she hadn't had children,

they were especially shapely). I couldn't wait any longer. I wrapped one arm around her right breast and pressed my mouth down to suck

on her left breast. Her body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft "ah." I knew she was

getting into character.

After a while, we embraced each other and slowly fell onto the bed. My right hand took the opportunity to pull down her

dress , and she cooperated by gently lifting her hips, removing the dress from her feet. I could see the delicate skin of her abdomen;

it felt smooth, fine, and elastic to the touch. My hand gently slid down, towards

the last hidden part of her body.

My fingers slipped through the elastic band of her panties, then gently moved downwards, touching the thick

pubic hair covering her high pubic bone. Slowly moving down, I touched her labia majora. My hand then slowed its pace, increasing the rhythm,

gently rubbing around her vagina from the outside in. When I reached the very center, I increased the pressure of my middle finger, gently stroking

her labia minora and clitoris. She let out two soft "ahs" again, followed by a series of low, shy "humming" sounds

. I gradually increased the pressure on her vagina, rhythmically speeding up, and her moans

quickened .

At that moment, I felt a wet, warm, and sticky sensation on my middle finger. This slut was getting aroused

; she seemed to have found her rhythm.

Suddenly, she grabbed my penis with one hand, then looked up

at me with a mischievous expression and said, "You're so naughty, making me feel so uncomfortable, and you still won't take your own clothes off." I seized the opportunity

to tease her, saying, "I'm so busy serving you, I don't even care about myself." Okay, I couldn't

wait any longer. In a few quick movements, I stripped myself naked from head to toe, then bent down and

gently pulled off her sexy panties, tossing them onto the bedside table.

She immediately hugged me tightly, trembling all over, hissing and making random noises; she seemed both nervous and

excited . I continued to caress her lovely breasts, and once again, kissed every

part of her body from top to bottom.

As I moved my face from her abdomen to her genitals, about to perform oral sex on her, she grabbed me, signaling me

not to (I later learned she was afraid her private parts were too dirty, and also embarrassed to let me see her most

intimate parts). Okay, if I couldn't use my mouth, I'd continue with my hands. As I worked on her, her

juices flowed more and more, her lower body became wetter, her nipples hardened,

and her moans became more rapid (I forgot to mention, I used to practice typing, so my finger dexterity is excellent, and my hand skills

are quite impressive).

I couldn't bear it any longer. I leaped on top of her, pressing my already erect and hard

penis against her genitals, rubbing her vulva. She was clearly unable to withstand

this "torture," and quickly pinched my penis with her fingers, guiding it into her vagina. Because of the previous flow of

juices, penetration was easy, and with a thrust of my hips, I plunged straight in. "Ah!" she

cried , clearly enjoying herself immensely.

After we both took a deep breath, I gently pulled my large penis out,

pausing briefly just before the head left her vaginal opening, then slowly pushed it back in. Just as the head was about to reach her anus, I thrust in again with force,

repeating this a dozen times. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Mmm, mmm, no… ah, ah, ah, harder… ah, no."

"Mmm, mmm, I can't take it… ah, ah, I'm going to die… ah, it feels so good."

"Ah, ah, faster, faster, no… ah, harder… ah, no."

My penis moved inside her with controlled rhythm, undulating freely, feeling her warm, slippery hole.

Soon, her vagina contracted rhythmically a few times; ah, she was about to climax. I then thrust forcefully, changing

the simple in-and-out motion into a complex series of movements, adding rhythmic and deep circular, grinding motions.

I held my breath, gently kneading her large breasts with one hand, and reaching under her buttocks with the other, coordinating with her hip

thrusts, waiting for her final eruption. After this ordeal, she quickly and completely collapsed.

"Ah, ah, faster, faster, I want it... ah, harder... ah, ah..."

"I want it, faster, faster, I'm about to die... ah, harder... ah, I want it..."

"You're so amazing... um, um, you little pervert, you wicked devil, you, um, um,

I love you to death, um... ah, amazing, amazing, so amazing... ah, ah, I'm done, I'm so

happy ."

Suddenly, her hands, which were tightly wrapped around my waist, loosened abruptly, her whole body went limp, her eyes were glazed over, she couldn't

see anything clearly, and she babbled incoherently, her face flushed. I knew she had surrendered,

and I felt an overwhelming sense of triumph, a feeling of successful conquest.

At that moment, I felt a surge of heat rush to my head

,

and a spasm ran through my lower abdomen. Ah, I couldn't hold back any longer; I was about to ejaculate. Ah, almost there, almost there. I thrust my rock-hard, almost bursting penis a few more times into her slippery, sticky vagina. She knew I was about to come, and she hugged my hips tightly again,

twisting her waist to match my movements. Ah, I came, I came! A hot, gushing stream spurted out,

all of it shooting deep into her hole. Then, panting heavily, I collapsed onto her.

With a touch of weariness and a sweet sense of satisfaction, we leaned against each other weakly for a while,

then went to the bathroom to shower. Afterwards, we lay together and started watching TV. I took her hand and gently placed it on

my bare crotch, while she casually played with my limp penis. Stimulated by her,

after about ten minutes, my penis gradually became strong and erect, standing tall again.

She glanced at me sideways in surprise. I deliberately shifted my position and asked her, "Shall we do it

again?" She closed her eyes slightly and shyly murmured, "Mmm." I was overjoyed and immediately mounted her,

and the scene, even more exciting and intense than before, was repeated. This time, we tried several positions and both

reached our climax again.

We slept in each other's arms that night. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I felt the urge again and tentatively tried to tease her, but

she lazily said, "Okay, my legs are completely exhausted. I have to go to work today. I can't

take it anymore Let's do it another day." Although I felt a slight regret that I hadn't quite satisfied, I understood her and didn't

force her. Then, I withdrew and returned home victorious.

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