[A 28-year-old man's real sex scene]

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First, let me boast a little: I'm approaching thirty, a professional manager, a simple yet sophisticated man,

mature, interesting, and I admire a natural and carefree lifestyle. I currently work and live in Shandong. I

often come here see many friends writing about their experiences. From their daring and adventurous spirit, I've learned a lot.

Life is about experiences, and today I'm sharing my experiences. I'll try to recall those real scenes, both to

record the countless unforgettable experiences that have come with my youthful years, and to record the

unknown self deep within myself—let's call this my second life for now!

Outline:

I. University Days—My Pure and Unforgettable Girlfriend

II. Graduation from University, Meeting a Young Woman from Northeast China (A Thrilling Experience)

III. Encounters in Life—My Days with Books

IV. A Chance Encounter

Alone I. University Days—My Pure and Unforgettable Girlfriend In

2001, I was admitted to university, ending the tense, busy, and oppressive high school life, finally able to relax and

release myself. Throughout those four years, despite being class monitor, I completely let myself go, spending all night playing games online,

skipping classes, and traveling with classmates. Looking back, my biggest gain from university was getting to know Qian. We were in

the same class, and campus romances almost always follow the same pattern: mutual attraction, gradually escalating into love.

Qian came from a scholarly family, was 165cm tall with a 55kg figure, a beautiful face, and an outstanding temperament.

All the boys in our department couldn't help but turn their heads when they saw her, and naturally, many pursued her. Later, after my relentless efforts, I

finally won her over. When we asked Qian what she saw in me, she said something I'll never forget: "Because

when you wear jeans, I saw your swollen little thing!" I was speechless! Sometimes, a lady's roguish charm is more likely to drive a man

crazy and catch him off guard. We started dating in the second semester of our freshman year. Like all college romances, it began with just

eating and shopping together. Back then, her dorm was far from ours, so every morning I

'd cross half the campus to pick her up, amidst the calls of magpies, just so we could have breakfast together, then

walk hand-in-hand to the library or classroom, and I'd take her back to her dorm in the evening. I did this tirelessly, happily

doing everything I could for her: sending flowers, buying her food, buying her pretty hair accessories, taking her to see her favorite English

movies. That time is forever etched in my memory.

Evenings were usually my most exciting time. We'd find a secluded grove or behind a large rock to kiss and

cuddle. Qian was such a pure and gentle girl; she blushed terribly when I kissed her, her shy demeanor reminding me of

Xu Zhimo 's poems. Although I knew I wasn't her first love, I could sense she was still a virgin. Just imagining our

tender, intimate moments made me hard. At first, I was content with kissing and intimate hugs, but soon

I started having other ideas. I set my sights on Qian's breasts. When we were kissing passionately and she was panting softly

, my hand slowly slid from her shoulder to her chest. I still

remember At first, she resolutely tried to stop me, always using her hands to block me, but she couldn't resist my persistent advance.

In the end, she acquiesced to my actions. The skin on her chest was fair and soft, and her nipples were rosy, delicate, and perky. I

couldn't help but want to kiss them—"No!" Qian shouted. If I didn't succeed the first time, I would try again next time. Finally, she acquiesced to

all my advances. Hehe, during that time we often sat on the bench under the vines on campus, chatting.

After a few words, we would kiss, hug, and caress each other. Every time, I would get painfully hard, my pants bulging. I would

intentionally or unintentionally touch Qian's round buttocks with my hard little penis. Every time this happened, she would blush

and silently pinch my arm hard. During that time, my buddies in the dormitory were always wondering: why do other people's

necks have lipstick marks and red marks when they are in love, but bro, why are your arms always covered in bruises? The vigorous energy of youth and

curiosity about sex, coupled with Qian's beautiful figure, made me have a strong curiosity about sex. I slowly wanted Qian's

body . When kissing and caressing, I would quietly bite her ear and tell her my desire. She always hesitated.

She knew how much I loved her, loved her with all my heart. I also knew that she loved me and longed to

merge . I waited impatiently and patiently for her to make a decision. A romantic semester finally came to an end, and summer vacation was here.

June filled the campus with busy and happy figures. On the last day, I remember it was raining heavily. I helped Qian

pack her luggage, and just as we were about to head back to the dorm, Qian whispered a huge surprise in my ear.

She said, "Let's go out to stay tonight!" Good heavens! I knew the exciting moment had arrived! I quickly

went back to the dorm to pack my things, took a taxi, and went with her to the hotels around the school. Back then, school hotels weren't as ubiquitous as they

are now . We carefully found a clean and quiet-looking family-run guesthouse—15 yuan a

night. The thought of spending this romantic rainy night together made us both a little nervous. Qian suggested she go take a shower

first , so I took off my clothes, changed into shorts, and lay on the bed, nervously and anxiously waiting for her—because I didn't know

how to start (what man isn't nervous about his first time?). After a while

, Qian walked in, rubbing her wet hair and looking down. My heart skipped a beat. At that moment, Qian was so gentle and beautiful, filled with trust in me

and the sweetness of love. I couldn't help but embrace her, kissing her moist lips, searching for her tongue. Our

tongues intertwined, and my hands pressed against Qian's firm, youthful breasts, gently kneading them. She

moaned softly, and my penis instantly swelled and hardened. Qian sensed the change in my body and

gently pushed me away, saying, "You bad boy, go take a shower!" I rushed into the makeshift bathroom and

quickly washed myself (no man is ever really focused on showering at this point, hehe). Afterward, I saw Qian already

lying in bed, the light off. She was calmly watching a small 14-inch color TV. I leaned closer,

gently turning her head, our eyes meeting deeply. A deep love quietly rose within us. I

took off her pajamas, and we slowly kissed, then embraced passionately. I pinned her down! As I

kissed her , I thought about the actions men did in porn, my hands caressing her white breasts. Qian breathed

softly, her suppressed moans fueling my intense excitement. My penis was painfully hard, desperately seeking

an outlet . My hand frantically reached for Qian's genitals! I felt a patch of pubic hair; Qian's pubic hair was abundant and delicate.

My warm, moist vulva was right in my hand. I could already feel Qian's wetness, with a slightly pungent smell. She kept

her legs , and shy sounds kept escaping her throat. My little penis was already unable to withstand the hardness. Relying on

my experience watching porn, I looked down to find the right spot. Qian covered her face with her hands, her chest heaving. My little penis was thrusting wildly

but couldn't go in. I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. I asked Qian how to get in. She chuckled shyly and guided my

erect penis to the entrance of her vagina with her hands, repeatedly telling me to go slowly. I, with no experience, slowly inserted it. Qian's

brows furrowed. I knew it hurt a little, so I held her and kissed her gently. I was still going in when suddenly she cried out, "

It hurts!" I was at a loss and just kept thrusting (I didn't know what to do at the time, and it's

funny to think about it now). I didn't care about anything else then. With one last thrust, I pushed it in hard. She cried out. I

suddenly felt a heat on the head of my penis. My penis was tightly wrapped, so tight, so wet. I

didn't dare to move. I asked her if it was done. Still hurts? We both trembled slightly as we tried to move,

experiencing sex for the first time... and just like that, we made love for the first time! That night, full of energy

, we did it three times. Qian understandingly endured the pain and cooperated with me. On that romantic rainy night, two

young people driven by love, tasted the beauty of sex, though it was somewhat difficult. But later, I didn't expect Qian to be

such a horny woman.

I'll have a cup of coffee and continue writing!

My happy and perfect sophomore year ended. After a summer without Qian, I felt

utterly unfulfilled. Finally school started, and we enjoyed each other's love and bodies with fresh and passionate enthusiasm. Qian also increasingly

enjoyed sex. Our school was near the sea, so I took her to stay at a small fisherman's inn. We

skipped to play wildly on the beach, and when we came back at night, we made love tirelessly. I remember one night

I used seven condoms—thinking back, I had endless energy! At first, it seemed like I was the one initiating everything.

Later Qian gradually experienced the ecstasy and wonder of sex, and she began to have her own ideas. She secretly told me that she

liked me to penetrate her from behind, and that she liked me to stroke her beautiful breasts while I thrust in and out, as if that would touch

the parts that made her tremble uncontrollably. Hehe, after I knew her preferences, we would usually start with the man on top and the woman on the bottom,

and then we would stand by the bed and I would enter from behind. When I did this, she would be incredibly wet, and her moans would be the most

beautiful, intermittent, stimulating my nerves and exciting my little penis to thrust relentlessly. In this way, we

kept summarizing our experiences and kept changing positions. Hehe, at that time, we went to romantic seaside

cottages . Sometimes we would hold her and enter from behind in deserted seaside woods. Hehe, that was also very exciting.

The most exciting time I remember

Qian and I were chatting, leaning against the railing. As soon as my hand touched her breast, my penis quickly became erect (I don't know

why it got hard so easily back then). Getting excited, I asked Qian to lean against the railing while I lifted her skirt from

behind and penetrated her. She wasn't wet yet, but I couldn't resist. As I thrust, Qian became excited, and she

became noticeably wetter. Just as she was about to moan, a young couple walked by from the opposite side. We were stunned and didn't dare move,

pretending to be looking at the scenery. It was so exciting! After they passed, I don't know if they noticed, but I didn't

care. I continued thrusting, close to Qian. The worst part was that every now and then someone would walk by, and we

wouldn't dare move. As soon as they left, we'd continue! That was our boldest sexual encounter! Another time,

we ran to the roof of the tallest building on campus—the teaching building—and did it under the cover of night! Because of nervousness,

I ejaculated quickly. Although she didn't reach orgasm, she later told me it was very comfortable and unforgettable. And so,

Qian and I continued our lovemaking. As long as she didn't have her "bad period" (Qian calls it "good friend," saying that if it

didn't come, I'd mess with her all day; I call it "bad friend"

because it ruins my good time—it's quite funny :)), we did it every day. Going out every time was too expensive, especially for

a poor student like me with only 400 yuan a month for living expenses. So we opened up a new battlefield—my dorm room!

Our dorm was a three-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom room, with four people in each room. Besides me, my little room housed

three "gods." I call them gods because their behavior exceeded the normal

norms of college students: the eldest was a super basketball fanatic who watched every game and played every day, including at night

; the second was a super bookworm who hadn't even seen a real woman's vagina in four years of college, hadn't

had , and was now a graduate student at Renmin University of China; and the third was me. Fourth Brother: A super-abnormal game addict.

He's the most abnormal of all. To give you a simple example: I can go a whole day and night without

leaving the house . This guy once went a week without going back to the dorm to sleep. When he couldn't stand the smell anymore,

we saw a man with a full beard, looking like he crawled out of Zhoukoudian, Beijing, walk into our dorm

and sleep for two days straight! We were all incredibly impressed (including Little DD). Such a favorable

environment really excited Qian and me. That afternoon, during lunch, I secretly got information out of the eldest brother. I learned that

the eldest brother was going to play basketball that night, the second brother was going to the library as usual, and the fourth brother—I hadn't seen him in a long time!

Okay, let's get started that night! When night fell, I locked the dorm door, turned off the lights, and Qian and I made love until

11 o'clock. Qian had several orgasms, and her fluids soaked my sheets. Fearing that the student union might organize a room check,

I took Qian back. From then on, my dormitory became the place where Qian and I passionately made love. I can't forget

that small room when Qian first tried to give me oral sex. Although she was clumsy, it moved me deeply.

I can't forget that dormitory when Qian and I tried oral sex. I enthusiastically bought lubricant and condoms, but it caused Qian

a lot of pain, so she had to give up. (But I still managed to get my way later, hehe). I can't forget the

reluctant look on Qian's face when she saw me using condoms, and then she secretly went to buy long-term birth control pills. This alone was enough to move me to tears!

Imagine, a girl with no marriage security and an uncertain future,

enduring loves! Thinking

about this, my heart is filled with both emotion and tears. My dearest girl, in these golden years, I am so lucky to have met

you and to love you. You have given me so much, and you have brought me so many unforgettable moments of emotion and sweetness.

You taught me what true love is, what forgiving love is, and what selfless love is!

Although we are now worlds apart, and you have found your love,

I have no regrets for having had you and sharing so many beautiful memories with you in this life.

II. Encountering a Young Woman from Northeast China (A Heart-Stopping Experience)

After graduating from university, I gave up on postgraduate studies and went to work as a trade consultant at a large trading company. Because Qian

kept insisting on taking the postgraduate entrance exam, I could only acquiesce. She came from a scholarly family and valued social recognition based on education and status.

I couldn't influence her decision, so I had to go along with her! I felt the heart-wrenching breakup was coming. That night,

we silently shed tears, making love while sobbing, choking back tears as we kissed each other. I didn't say anything, I just wanted to

make love with her, to love her well. I knew that such love would never happen again, never again. Qian

eventually gained admission to SH University's graduate program through her own efforts and with her family's help. We parted ways sadly. I didn't see her off

that ; I sat by the sea for an entire afternoon. It was from that day that I learned

to smoke…

My life alone began. In the unfamiliar work environment, I was cautious in everything I did, respectfully seeking guidance from

my seniors . My work persona was completely different from my university self. During the day, I was enthusiastic, full of fighting spirit,

and energetic, quickly establishing myself at work. At night, however, I felt like a lone wolf, enduring the lack of love,

the loneliness and solitude, and my mood became melancholic. This kind of life lasted for more than three months. During these

three months I fully adapted to the fast-paced work. Apart from the lack of love and sex, I was relatively

satisfied with my situation. As my confidence at work grew, my youthful arrogance was filled with a desire for career achievement. In addition,

after becoming familiar with my colleagues through my cleverness and humor, my mood gradually brightened. The deep pain Qian had caused me was

temporarily buried deep in my heart, unknown to anyone.

I remember it was a gloomy afternoon. My colleagues had all gone to the wedding of a leader from a sister company.

Since I hadn't been there long, I hadn't received an invitation, so I sat in the office browsing the internet. I randomly chose a name and entered

a chat room in this coastal city. Unexpectedly, during this casual conversation, I discovered a woman

named "Do you know my loneliness?" This name touched a nerve deep within me, so I

chatted with her. Perhaps because I was in a bad mood, I unintentionally used my unique humor to tease her, talking about sex, my

views on sex and marriage. She said she was 28, her husband worked in a government department, was passionate about politics, came home very late, rarely

considered her feelings, and didn't cater to her needs during sex—he was rough, barbaric, and lacked romance. We got along very well.

I remember how shamelessly I had mocked her, laughing at her for having lived so long without experiencing diverse

sex and her bland life experiences. She, however, had a very good temper; no matter what I said, she didn't get angry. In the end,

we exchanged phone numbers and went home. Unexpectedly, this chance encounter triggered a breathtaking and tumultuous

love-hate relationship.

After our conversation, I quickly forgot about it. Later, one lonely afternoon, I was resting at home alone.

The weather seemed to be threatening rain (I don't know why, but that summer was always rainy and gloomy). I picked up my phone,

looking at the phone numbers, but didn't know who to talk to. I wonder if everyone has this

experience: when you're lonely, you always want to talk to someone, to quietly discuss your innermost thoughts,

but when you open your phone, there's no one you can talk to. Our dear brothers and buddies are all

busy making a living somewhere in this world, everyone has their own life, and I couldn't bear to disturb them.

Suddenly, I saw her number. I'll call her Mei. I dialed, and a gentle voice came through: "Hello,

who ?" Honestly, I was very drawn to her voice. I had originally intended to talk about my inner sadness, but I decided against it

and started chatting with her instead. I quickly composed myself, smiling as I spoke, using my humor and slightly suggestive

language. I could clearly sense the cheerfulness in her tone. We talked a lot. I learned that she was from Northeast China, had

only come to Shandong at 16, had a crush on a boy at 18 that ended without success, and then met her current husband at 20. They had

a quiet two-year courtship, got married at 23, and now have a 3-year-old son. Her life has always been peaceful and

uneventful . (Are there really people in this world who love quietly and live quietly?) Recently, her husband has been very

busy, coming home late, reeking of alcohol, and falling asleep immediately. I teased her: "How long has it been since you've

had sex?" (At first, she laughed loudly when I said "sex," but I knew it was just a cover-up; she

hadn't yet learned to say those words with the same bravado as I did!) After laughing, she told me it had been

two months ! It's been two months, shorter than mine. I can understand

the feeling of . From what she said, I learned she's 175cm taller than me. It's the first time I've met a tall woman,

and my conquering desire immediately surged. Coupled with her sexual longing, a dark thought crept into my head: I

absolutely have to have sex with her! I was incredibly excited about my idea, and my penis seemed to know my

decision, becoming unusually hard. Even so, I felt uneasy. After all, she's a married woman, and my penetration

would be breaking up her marriage. Whether she's happy or not, this isn't my responsibility to help

her solve—it's her husband's responsibility and obligation! Plus, I've never experienced anything like this before and didn't

know what to do. But three months without sex made my lower body control my brain, and I

decided to give it a try!

Later, I called her as soon as I got off work, chatting with her without restraint on the company phone in the office.

I volunteered to be on duty with my boss every day, making him very impressed! (Disdain!) Haha,

back then we talked about everything. Of course, no matter what we talked about, I adhered to two principles: first, to make her happy, to say

interesting things or tell her jokes; I believe that sometimes a humorous man is very effective. Second, no matter

what we talked about, I would gradually steer the conversation towards sex, describing my own experiences or extraordinary experiences I had witnessed.

These were experiences she had generally never had, and I believed that those exciting and ecstatic scenes, transmitted through the phone

, would definitely cause a sensation in her heart! Sure enough, after several afternoons of conversation, Mei was

completely . She could now calmly talk about sex on the phone and describe some

sexual experiences she had with her husband. Then I would rack my brains to fabricate or embellish some sexual experiences I had heard or seen, and she...

After listening for a while without any sound, I knew she must be flushed and very wet down there. I

teased her: "Want to make love with me? Do you like me gently holding you and passionately entwining with you?" She hummed

in agreement, and I knew anything was possible!

Finally, one day, we decided to meet. We agreed to meet at the intersection of two roads by the sea, where there

was a dense forest, perfect for talking while listening to the sound of the waves. I prepared carefully, and we met on that breezy

night . I hadn't really thought about what she would look like. I'd asked her before, and she'd said she'd know when she saw me, so I

never pressed her. I'd never really imagined what she looked like; I figured she'd be a resentful woman. I just wanted to experience sex;

there was no love involved, and I knew that very well. I arrived at the agreed-upon spot before her, and she came shortly after.

I still remember that scene: Mei, tall and slender, with flowing hair, smiling radiantly as she walked towards me. I want to tell

everyone —Mei was incredibly beautiful, more beautiful than I'd ever expected! I can't describe her beauty. What I remember most vividly

is her straight, beautiful nose, her incredibly sexy lips, and her harmonious features, somewhat resembling South Korean actress

Jun Ji-hyun. She was also very tall. I remember she was wearing a black t-shirt, which made her even more alluring. I was

a little surprised and speechless for a moment! She smiled and said, "You must be XW?" I chuckled and said yes

. I said I never imagined I'd meet such a beautiful woman like a star! She chuckled, and we found

a soft patch of sand to sit on. Behind us was a forest, and in front of us was the boundless blue sea. Beside me was a jade-like

beauty; I was a little intoxicated. To this day, I still don't understand how Mei's husband

could bear ! How could he be so heartless? I suddenly decided to treat her well, partly because of her

pitiful state, and partly because of her beauty. We talked very little. It was the first time I'd ever felt speechless in the face of beauty;

words seemed to lose their color. I just stared at her. She seemed flustered, turning her head away, avoiding my gaze. I noticed the

red strap of her bra peeking out and tried to lighten the mood: "Your bra is red?" She whirled

around , a smile mixed with a hint of annoyance, as if about to hit me: "You jerk!" Haha, a beautiful woman actually swore! I quickly explained:

"No, I didn't see it, I only saw the strap. Don't be nervous." Haha, her face suddenly turned bright red,

and she seemed to laugh. I didn't know why she wanted to laugh; perhaps it was because of this strange experience (she'd only recently learned

to chat online). Neither of us knew what to say; neither of us had ever met someone we'd met online. Looking at the beautiful

Mei, I sincerely complimented her: "Mei, you're so beautiful." She smiled, looking down. I gently reached out to stop her, but

she reacted so strongly! She jerked her hand away and tried to stand up. I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I

just wanted to hug you, that's all." She shook her head decisively: "No, I just wanted to know what you look like

. I came to see you because I was curious about you. You can't touch me!" I knew tonight's meeting was over, but I

was still a little unwilling. I continued to sit there awkwardly, mostly me asking questions and her answering. During the conversation, I tried to put my hand on

her shoulder. At first, she firmly refused, but I guess she got tired of constantly blocking my persistent hand and

eventually acquiesced. (I despise myself for this; to get her, I really am unlike myself, without

any dignity, and even seeming quite lewd.) I gently embraced her and slowly shared my innermost thoughts. I could clearly

feel that her wariness towards me lessened. After sitting for a while, it got completely dark, and she suggested leaving. I offered to see her off, but

she said it wasn't necessary. The moment I stood up, I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly hugged her. She

was startled and struggled desperately, repeatedly saying "No, no," but I held her tightly—unexpectedly, she suddenly cried

, cried very sadly. I didn't know what came over me, I just held her and frantically wiped away her tears.

There are two scenes I can't stand the most in my life: one is seeing an elderly person struggling to live, and the other is seeing a beautiful woman

cry. As soon as I saw her cry, I quickly asked what was wrong, whether I had upset her. She kept shaking her head, and

I took the opportunity to hug her tightly, and then—kissed her tears. She cried even harder, trying to avoid

my kiss. She was a little taller than me, so even kissing her felt a bit awkward. Hehe, I held her, and she couldn't struggle

too much, so I still kissed her—a light touch on her lips—that was enough to make us

both tremble! She covered her mouth and was still sobbing, and I was the first woman besides Qian to kiss. The

feeling was indescribable: a sense of conquest mixed with a gentle, flowing tenderness that melted within me. That moment,

the moment of our kiss—I decided to love Mei properly!

Later, I learned that Mei's tears were twofold: first, for her own pitiful state, for her husband's neglect and indifference; and

second, because of my embrace and warm words. She felt

a stirring of the soul she had never experienced during our courtship. She suddenly wanted to love someone properly, to experience love. It was a difficult decision,

for both Mei and me. On one hand, our love couldn't be brought into the open. I was alright, I was

single , but Mei had a family and a husband. The thrill and pleasure of this affair, coupled with her guilt,

tormented her. On the other hand, I truly liked her, loved her, and longed for a long-term relationship, but I knew

we couldn't have a future together, and I was unwilling to accept this outcome and my current position. All the difficulties seemed

insurmountable , but we couldn't suppress our love and longing. After sending her home that day,

we talked on the phone frantically the next day, for several days in a row. Her conflicted feelings prevented her from making a decision, so

she insisted on not seeing me, and I had no choice but to wait until she was mentally prepared to accept me. About a week later, we were

both suffering greatly. Mei asked me to meet her near an open beach. It was drizzling that day,

and I didn't bring an umbrella. When I rushed over from the company, Mei was already waiting for me with an umbrella. Mei in the rain was elegant and lonely,

and her face was much thinner because of her inner struggle. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I just went over and hugged her tightly.

She wept silently, and I couldn't help but be moved by that look in her eyes. I was deeply touched by her. I knew she loved me,

she needed my love, she was like a flower that shouldn't wither, desperately needing the nourishment of love. I hugged her, kissed away her

tears , and threw the umbrella far away. We kissed passionately in the rain. Mei was tall, with small breasts. I kissed her while

caressing her breasts; she didn't resist at all, letting me do as I pleased. When my desire burned, when my penis

ached she said to me: "Let's go to your place!

" I took Mei to my rented apartment, a small room. In this era of high housing prices, I still...

I managed to buy a place to stay, but thankfully I had decorated my little house to be clean and cozy. As soon as we entered,

we embraced and fell onto the bed, kissing each other incessantly. From her kisses, I could sense her

lack of sexual skill; she wasn't good at kissing, leaving me covered in saliva. I quickly and somewhat roughly

pulled off her skirt (Mei was very alluring in skirts), revealing her black panties. I've always

stubbornly believed that women who wear black panties are inherently sexy; I love black. The slightly transparent

panties suggested Mei was ready to give herself to me. I reached down and touched her genitals; they were already wet.

I quickly... I pulled down her panties, pressed her down, and caressed her vulva with my hands, which quickly became covered in her

love juice . I kissed her neck and ears (I knew from my ex-girlfriend that a woman's ears are a very sensitive

area), and licked her ears with the tip of my tongue. Mei quickly couldn't take it anymore, screaming loudly and twisting her body uncontrollably,

making it difficult for me to control the rhythm. I then realized that conquering a tall woman is no easy feat. I had to

tell her not to twist, otherwise my penis wouldn't be able to align properly with her vulva. Taking advantage of her momentary cessation of movement, I

straightened my already hard penis and thrust it in! She immediately screamed; her beautiful flower desperately needed my

caress . A serious illness requires strong medicine. My penis swam and played inside her wet vulva, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time

with a deep, sweeping penetration. My body slapped heavily against Mei's body, making a slapping sound. Mei had

clearly rarely experienced such deep thrusting; her juices overflowed, flowing down my penis and

down my thighs! For the first time in my life, I realized a woman could produce so much love fluid. I felt Mei was the most exquisite woman in the world, and I

cherished her even more. I controlled my ejaculation time, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, hoping

Mei would reach orgasm first. Mei was deeply enjoying the sex, her head shaking wildly, tears seemingly welling in her eyes,

moaning and panting softly. Looking at the fair body beneath me, at Mei's delicate features, I suddenly

became incredibly excited, my penis was throbbing with pleasure! I couldn't stop, thrusting wildly and rapidly. Mei's moans became sharper

because of I finally reached my peak! I didn't let Mei reach orgasm first. I held her,

kissing her nose, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have waited for you. Unfortunately, I was a little too

quick. Seeing such a beautiful woman like you makes me lose my composure, you know? Baby." Mei didn't say anything, just

smiled at me, her warm eyes seeming to see right into my bones. Then she hugged me tightly and

let out a long breath.

Mei's final expression told me she was facing a painful choice. I knew she was incredibly sad. Moving forward

meant facing me, unknown emotions, and tempting sex, but also betraying her beloved husband (Mei

had always emphasized that their relationship was good, her husband loved her, but he didn't have time for her and was

n't interested in sex; otherwise, he was satisfied). For Mei, a traditional woman who, despite having had sex, had never considered infidelity, this betrayal

was undoubtedly a challenge to her self-worth and consciousness, a betrayal of

tradition . She told me she was terrified; she didn't know what the future held. She didn't want this, yet she couldn't

resist her longing for me, and she wanted to experience passion with me that she had never felt before (Mei once

sighed after making love with me: "So this is how it is..."). There are so many positions for sex! Hearing about them almost brought me to tears. My poor, lovely

women , who has wronged you? Are there many women like Mei in the world? That's undoubtedly

a great irony for men. Behind her are her husband and son, a warm home and a sense of security, a mundane and

uninteresting life. She hasn't experienced the sex and care a woman should enjoy for so long!

Undoubtedly this kind of life doesn't hold much appeal for her, except for her beloved son, of course. She's in immense pain, so much

pain. I'm also filled with contradictions. I like her, I really love her a little. Through our long-term relationship, I know Mei is

a simple and beautiful woman; she often believes even simple lies I tell. I really enjoy

being with her, but she ultimately doesn't belong to me. I know we have no future, but I can't bear to let go

—like a child seeing a beloved toy but unable to take it home to enjoy alone. We love each other

painfully , constantly wavering, constantly tormenting each other. I still wanted to see her every day,

so I called her. She was afraid of the passion that would overwhelm her if we met, afraid of

the guilt she would feel towards her family and husband, yet she couldn't resist the allure of being with me. Actually, putting aside these worldly concerns,

we were happy together. I remember riding my motorcycle with her on the back,

speeding shout: "Damn it, I love you!" She would sit behind me, tightly hugging my neck, smiling happily,

and then secretly kissing my neck. (What we did most often together wasn't sex, but kissing each other;

I'm still obsessed with the feeling of kissing her.) I could feel her happiness—genuine happiness!

We had so many happy memories. I liked to tell her jokes to make her laugh; she loved to laugh. Some say that people who laugh a lot have

sunny hearts and warm souls. I loved seeing her laugh. Many times we would sit

quietly and at those times I truly wished time could stand still, never moving forward. She could drive back then,

and her workplace also had a car, but she never drove to see me. She always loved riding on my little motorcycle. Haha, that kind of simple

happiness born from love can probably only be experienced by those who have loved deeply. Whether in pain or happiness, we

couldn't control ourselves. We met frequently, and regardless of whether we were happy or not, we stopped thinking about it. We sought every

opportunity to be together, and the place we met most often was the beautiful beach. At night, on the beach,

in the woods by the sea, listening to the crashing waves, we would hide in the woods and make love wildly. Back then, she loved

wearing skirts, which made it easier for us to make love in the wild. We thought about it, and I would

pull down . She would hold onto a tree, and I would thrust into her from behind. She would be very wet then, and I didn't need to tease her at all.

As soon as my penis was inside her for a while, she would become extremely excited. We were terrified of being seen, but we couldn't stop this

indescribable stimulation. Sometimes, the headlights of cars on the roadside would shine on us, startling us. After the cars passed, we

would move quickly again, moaning... In this way, in the woods by the beach, in the karaoke room, I almost forced

her to make love to me (at that time, I probably had more sexual needs and didn't consider her feelings; now that I think about it...).

How ashamed I am! But, Mei, do you know? Being with you, I experienced so many firsts: my first time

going to a KTV for you, my first time booking a room at a high-end hotel for you, my first time making love and realizing a woman could ejaculate so much fluid

—remember that hotel called ZX? And in the hotel, it was raining outside, and Mei's mood

was down again, because that inner conflict had been tormenting her. We almost made love while she was crying, and

strangely enough , she reached an orgasm she had never experienced before! The clear, thin fluid sprayed onto my

lower abdomen; I thought she had peed! After that, we didn't see each other for a long time. Her tears, her

sorrow, broke my heart. Although I missed her every day, I reminded myself I couldn't continue like this; I knew she

didn't belong to me. Perhaps many friends will criticize me after reading this, criticizing my selfishness and irresponsibility. Heh,

any bystander could easily say those things. I now admit that I selfishly loved her, single-mindedly

craving her body and her love, neglecting the fact that the foundation and guarantee of her lasting happiness was her family and

husband—but how could I, in my youthful folly, have understood so much? I only wanted to be good to her, to love her

well , and to receive her love in return. Mei, perhaps you will see this post, perhaps you know this is about

your and my story. Please forgive me for telling it today, because our shared experience is a past I

can never avoid, a time I never want to forget. Back then, I wanted to

love , didn't know how to bring you happiness. I selfishly loved you, causing you so much suffering, so many

sleepless nights because of me. My heart ached for your infatuation and naivety, yet I couldn't give you even a single promise! What I want

to tell you is: no matter how you view our past now, I have no regrets about what I gave. I

truly , and I was genuinely good to you. Although an unintentional conversation sparked our tumultuous and dramatic

experience, I am still grateful for everything you gave me—your beauty and purity, your tolerance and kindness. I

will remember that beautiful seaside where a woman who once loved me deeply lived. I am willing

to bless you for the rest of my life… (Later I learned you started smoking. This is a bad habit; don't follow my example, quit

!)

III. My Days with Books

In the summer of 2006, due to a job transfer, I returned to my hometown, a tourist

city . My relationship with Mei

ended painfully because of her estrangement (she might not be able to bear the guilt in front of her husband and son) and my job change. Although it's my hometown, I rarely stay here. Each

visit is a fleeting one due to studies. Today, re-examining this city with the eyes of an adult, I

find it increasingly modern, with a stronger urban feel. Urban development has accelerated in recent years, with a series of convenient

infrastructure projects, old city renovations, and new city construction showcasing a captivating side of my hometown.

Once, I went to Guangzhou for a conference, and on my way back at night, as the plane passed the city's edge, I saw the shimmering

neon lights and bustling scene, which made me fall in love with this city. Summer, still summer (my stories

seem to all revolve around summer, although I prefer autumn, haha). On the streets, young girls' clothing

unabashedly expresses their rebellious youth and flamboyant personalities. Alone, I began

my struggle again in this new and unfamiliar city. Having experienced two entanglements of love and hate, I dare not hope for such love again. I

work diligently and busily every day, quickly familiarizing myself with the new work environment and interpersonal relationships. Alone, simple yet lonely.

About three months passed like this. For six months, there was no love, no sex, yet I didn't feel an extraordinary need for it. Work

remains my pride and strength. Here, I quickly established myself as a role model, and through hard work and

a responsible attitude, I rose to the manager position in less than six months (a position I had planned to achieve within two years,

which seems a bit conservative). Work continued smoothly, and what's particularly noteworthy is my

excellent relationship with the boss, which boosted my confidence. I was determined to carve out my own niche here. Back then,

I often listened to the song "Snail": "I will climb step by step, one day, I will have my own sky!" It perfectly captured my

state of mind at the time! Although I wasn't in a rush to find a girlfriend, my family was. My mom kept pressuring me,

making me hesitant to call home for a while. I believe many older singles share similar experiences.

Try to understand your parents; they love you so much and want you to be happy and have

someone . As my mom says, "I need someone to keep an eye on me!" I know I'm temporarily unable to love. I don't know if I

've lost the ability to love, or if I've lost the energy and interest to love anymore. Anyway, I just can't muster the enthusiasm for love.

As I spoke, it became late autumn of 2006, a season I love. Profound, fruitful, melancholic, and

disheartening —many of my moods could be found in this season. On the streets strewn with sycamore leaves, I

habitually walked alone after work, watching the people passing by, happy and unhappy,

brushing past . Sometimes I wondered: these faces that brushed past, in the fleeting years, were you happy?

Had you, like me, loved and been hurt by love? I don't know if anyone will cherish autumn in this city. And

so, when I never even considered love, I encountered books…

I can't remember when it was, it seemed to be a quiet afternoon. I was sitting in my office, and suddenly decided to check out

the city 's chat rooms. I randomly chose an English name and entered. There were many people there, haha.

After looking around for a while, I didn't know who to chat with. I could tell it was quite chaotic, mostly filled with lecherous

men looking for sex partners and lonely, resentful women. Haha, the whole chat room was filled with the scent of hormones. I suddenly wanted to

talk to a woman, to peek into their hearts. A woman named "Book" caught my attention: "Hello,

want to chat ?" I asked.

"Hello!" Just two simple words. "

I'm curious why you chose this name. I feel you're not as sexually aggressive as the other people in this chat room

, haha."

"Haha, I think women are like books; it depends on who turns the pages. Whoever truly understands her will capture

her heart and soul."

She seemed to be an intellectual woman. I enjoy talking to thoughtful and sensitive women. Shu's answer won

me over, and we started chatting. During our conversation, I learned that she was 28 years old, had been married for 5 years, and had a son.

My husband is in business (a situation strikingly similar to Mei's). During our conversations, I could sense Shu's straightforwardness and sensitivity,

her enjoyment of life, and her openness about sex. She seemed like a

woman worth getting to know, but also a dangerous one. She told me she had a lover, and her attitude towards sex and our harmonious

conversation prompted me to exchange QQ numbers. I happily logged off. Work remained busy

, but I maintained a harmonious and pleasant relationship with my colleagues. This made me question the notion that colleagues can't become close friends.

I became very close friends with several colleagues, sharing everything. My position didn't hinder our communication.

We ate together every day, and after work, we'd go out together. They showed me how to truly get to know this

vibrant city. We explored various streets and street stalls, searching for delicious food, and drove to the riverbank, sometimes spending an entire

afternoon there, enjoying ourselves immensely. Sometimes I was amazed that several men could have so much fun together. It seems

that communicating with men is something I'm better at than interacting with women. I'm still happy without sex. From

this perspective, sex isn't the only thing in life, and there's no need to place it on such an unrealistic level. I've seen many posts on this

forum describing sex, and it seems we portray it as far too important.

My view is that while sex is crucial for maintaining a marriage or relationship—without it, all emotional

relationships can become meaningless—and love-filled, satisfying sex is indeed a beautiful life, we should recognize that sexual

satisfaction, or achieving our goals, depends on the joint effort of both partners. My own experience tells me that a man's

ability to last, maintain an erection, and be excited often stems from his love and infatuation with the woman in front of him

, from the love in his heart. Sometimes, a moment of emotional connection can also fuel a man's vigorous sexual expression. So,

ladies, when you're disappointed with your husband's performance, when you're dissatisfied with your disharmonious sexual relationship,

please look for the reasons within yourselves. Give him some care and consideration; sometimes gentleness is more powerful than strength!

I also hope all the ladies in this forum find sexual happiness! ;) Continuing my story... More than

half a month , and the weather had grown quite cold. I sat in my office, the heating off, shivering as I browsed the internet,

and there was Shu. We began our second, pleasant and harmonious exchange, which allowed me to fully understand

a seemingly sensual but inwardly passionate young woman…

I quickly experienced Shu's straightforwardness. I asked her for photos, and she readily agreed. From the photos,

Shu appeared to be a typical northern woman: tall and slender, dressed fashionably and appropriately, with permed hair, fair skin, and a

voluptuous figure, exuding the unique charm and allure of a mature woman. I knew such women were

dangerous: on one hand, she knew what she needed, had her own unique approach to life, was elegant and

tasteful , enjoyed life and sex, and was sexually experienced, knowing how to please men and how to achieve

pleasure. Such women were calm yet filled with desire; on the other hand, they no longer believed in love. Although they still

yearned would never again experience the passionate, life-or-death kind of love. They liked handsome men, men of a certain class,

and all kinds of exciting experiences, but rarely stayed with anyone. Based on these two points of familiarity, I began

to speak to her cautiously, like a Japanese soldier entering a village, afraid of being killed by her! We mostly talked; I did

most of the talking, and I asked her most questions about her hobbies and experiences. This was our second conversation, and it

didn't go as smoothly as the first. Perhaps because she had friends present, she was mostly perfunctory with me. It took a while before she

focused on talking to me. From her, I learned that she worked as a secretary for the CEO of a large company, with a relaxed job

and a high income. Her husband's business was also thriving, and they had a lively and adorable son. Life seemed

perfect ; to outsiders, it was an enviable and happy family! But she wasn't satisfied with that.

She bluntly told me that she had a very strong sex drive and enjoyed prostitution. Her husband's abilities were average, but she only dated

men she liked and had feelings for. This shocked me! I never expected to find such an open-minded woman in this newly opened

city ! Our conversation turned to sex, something we both enjoyed. I got a little

excited (not for any other reason than that, after so long without sex, I really wanted it; to say I didn't

feel anything would be a lie). I started thinking about getting to know this mature woman in real life—driven by curiosity and also by

desire . We had many similar views on sex: sex is

a beautiful part of life, and there's no reason to refuse or avoid it. However, there's a prerequisite for enjoying sex or finding a sexual partner—

it must be based on mutual attraction and a gentle liking, and should be the result of thorough communication and

harmonious . Simply seeking sexual pleasure is immoral, at the very least, it can't be called prostitution. Actually,

this was mainly my view, and it was also echoed by the book. The book tells me she loves her current lover very much, and

would even do anything for him—from this, I draw two conclusions: 1. The book isn't a rational

woman; she's incredibly emotional, the kind of woman who can love recklessly for love; 2. Her

relationship with her lover is extraordinary. While not inseparable, at least I can't get involved for now! So I

've made a decision: to slowly get to know this mysterious and romantic woman, without expecting immediate results! Slow and

steady , and I believe that's the most worthwhile outcome in the end. Of course, to be honest, I am indeed

satisfied with her appearance. After seeing her photos, I know she's the kind of woman who can make my penis hard and last long. But I

don't want to tell her my thoughts immediately. I just casually told her: I admire your daring and adventurous

attitude towards life, agree with your views on sex, and of course, I like you as a person. Hehe, if possible, could

we become friends in real life? When I asked this question, we had already been talking for a long time. Shu's answer was concise

and clear: "Yes, but not now, because I have him in my heart (referring to her lover, let's call him C for now)."

Deep down, I felt I was about to start a new relationship in this city.

Through several conversations, I thought I understood Shu quite well, but later events proved me wrong! Shu

is a multifaceted woman with a complex personality and complicated past! She has loved many times, enjoying both

the beauty and torment of love, liking to give and also yearning to receive. Immersed in love, Shu is like a pure

young girl, anxious and sentimental for her beloved C, yet in her work and family life, she never shows any of this.

Shan Lushui, a dutiful worker, is a model wife and mother at home. Her personality is somewhat similar to mine: at work,

I can be full of passion and drive, going to work every day with energy, always presenting

a positive and healthy image to my superiors and colleagues. But when I'm alone, I like to sit quietly, smoke a cigarette, feeling lonely

and tormented, my eyes filled with despondency and loneliness. Suddenly, I felt that Shu was a lovely woman, on the same path as me.

We chatted online like this. I learned about Shu's complicated past because she told me something: 1. She had had

several lovers and liked many men (this is enough to make me ashamed!). 2. C wanted to swap her with another

couple! It was a so-called couple swap! And in the end, she actually agreed because she loved him!

Frankly , these two things have greatly shocked me, leaving me unable to calm down for a long time! For a long time,

I've known I'm a restless soul, but I've never experienced or even thought about these things! And

the woman named Shu, sitting on the other end of the computer, calmly described the sexual details to me!! The shock this gave me

is indescribable! From a worldly perspective, Shu is a promiscuous woman, too promiscuous

, unworthy of love or sympathy. But through conversations with Shu, I learned that she isn't

promiscuous in the conventional sense. I think she's like a child lost in a forest, unable to find her way out, so she keeps searching and

experiencing. Such a woman is despised and hated by the world, but deep down she is lonely, isolated

, with a sensitive heart and a fickle soul. Is such a woman lovable or hateful? I don't know the answer.

I, who am usually decisive and assertive, am at a loss in front of Shu, like the first time I faced

a woman I liked. I became flustered and incoherent because I didn't know how to manage the emotional boundaries with Shu. I

didn't know if, after learning about Shu's past, I could still set aside those things and treat her well. I only remember

saying to Shu, somewhat insincerely, "Just be happy. Life is about experiences. As long as this is the life you want, the experiences you desire,

I agree." Shu was grateful for my understanding and felt she had found a soulmate. It's worth mentioning that in our

initial interactions, I rarely expressed sexual desire for her; instead, I conveyed affection and liking, mostly

listening to her stories and occasionally offering my understanding and opinions. Looking back, I think the reason I was able to attract Shu to meet me

and lead to our romantic and lasting relationship was largely due to my persistence, patience, and tolerance, which I will

elaborate . Although life has no fixed pattern, Shu's 28 years of life experience are enough to fill a thick

erotic novel! We communicated like this, and I even asked to meet her, but she didn't for various reasons

, which really hurt my confidence! During this time, her beloved C hurt her heart, causing her to lose faith in men

again . I realized this might be my chance, and I should seize it!

Time slowly passed until the end of winter in 2006. During this period, my contact with Shu shifted from the internet to

phone calls and text messages. We became inseparable friends, mostly talking about sex,

and of course, Shu's new experiences. Shu and C had ended because of C's heartlessness. Shu told me her

story , about her infatuation and deep love for him, about her first time having sex to satisfy him, about their passionate lovemaking

, about her unforgettable time with C at the dinner table, being forcefully penetrated by him, about their beautiful relationship,

and how she even wanted to have a son for C—I know that when a woman is willing to bear a

child for a man, it truly means she loves him unconditionally! Such a man is undoubtedly fortunate, and such feelings are

invaluable . Unfortunately, C is a jerk, not knowing how to cherish a woman's overflowing love! I listened quietly,

feeling a pang of pain and sorrow in my heart. Reading Shu's words reminded me of Qian and me, loving each other but unable to be together. In this

life , how many hardships, setbacks, loves, and separations will we experience? How many beautiful lovers, how many unforgettable

loves, quietly fade away with time? Moving forward, can we still love again?

I began to long to see Shu, to have a wonderful experience with her. If my acquaintance with Mei

was an unintentional fate, then my relationship with Shu was something I deliberately orchestrated. During my busy work hours, I started paying attention to

Shu, calling and texting her frequently, even sending MMS messages. I asked her to send

me a photo she had taken of my vagina, which she did. Seeing Shu's beautiful vagina, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge, and my penis quickly became incredibly erect

(it was later confirmed that with Shu, no matter how tired I was or how many times we did it, my penis never disappointed either of us;

it seems that penises and vaginas also depend on fate and partnership, haha ;)). Then I also took a

picture of my erect penis and sent it to her. Shu also took a liking to my penis. I took the opportunity to invite her to meet, but she was still

hesitant. She told me that firstly, she couldn't forget C, or she didn't know how to forget C; secondly, she

longed for a passionate and intimate relationship based on mutual attraction and a connection of souls. She felt we were

n't familiar enough , and she didn't have feelings for me, so she didn't want to have sex just for the sake of sex. To be honest, Shu's first

worry or desire was exactly what I could give her, what I could solve—wasn't that also what I longed for?

Regarding the second question, I was both disheartened and filled with respect for Shu! Disheartened because I couldn't win

the heart of this beautiful woman; even I, with my self-assuredness, wasn't someone who would sleep with just anyone. This was

a blow , but also an awakening! Thank you, Shu! My respect for Shu stemmed from the fact that she was an open but not promiscuous woman.

She never denied her desire for sex (she once told me she hoped to have sex every day), but she wasn't

a woman who would sleep with just anyone. This made me understand her better! This further fueled my determination: I

must have a romantic experience with Shu that belongs to us!

Later, something happened that led Shu to decide to meet me. One day, Shu told me that her husband's performance was actually quite

average. Shu's orgasms were simple; she only needed to lie on top of a man and move slightly a few times to reach one. She

told me that her orgasms came very quickly. As long as the feeling was right, the slightest movement or lying on top of a man she liked,

and the moment his penis entered her vagina, a powerful orgasm would come, followed by a lot of fluid.

(When Shu told me this, my penis was tormented and aggrieved, remaining erect but unable to find a vagina

—ugh!). Even with such simple oral sex, her husband sometimes couldn't perform.

They did a lot of sex, but the quality was generally poor, rarely giving Shu an orgasm. Shu was very depressed, which

was one of the reasons she sought an affair. After I repeatedly expressed my sympathy and understanding for Shu, and after I recounted my...

When I shared my sexual techniques and experiences, Shu was moved by some of my methods and techniques, and of course, by my

unadulterated romantic and playful ways. Women sometimes prefer to

date intelligent men who understand and care for women's feelings and have gentlemanly manners, even if he's a bit lecherous. Another important reason Shu decided to meet me was

that I once told her I hadn't experienced sex since coming to this city. She asked

me how I dealt with it, and I honestly told her I bought sex toys (the kind of sex dolls for men,

the kind that mimics a woman's vagina, and they move and make sounds; aside from not having lubrication and

no communication, they're not much different from a real vagina. I don't know if any men on the forum have

tried , I'm a little embarrassed to say this, haha). Actually, I think if it's just about physical release,

there's not much difference between masturbation and intercourse, but sex is different. Sex is a wonderful experience with someone you love,

a satisfaction and happiness of complete immersion and the fusion of body and mind! This is why I'd rather have sex toys than

seek out sex – if I don't like it or feel anything, I'd rather not do it! The book taught me something I still remember: anyone who

chooses to use sex toys to satisfy their physical needs, whether man or woman, is a good person who upholds principles. Bad guys

or perverts might just go find real people to solve their problems! The book is right, and I think so now,

especially women. Using sex toys to satisfy one's needs instead of going to men who are constantly looking for lovers is a sign of high

moral character, at least a respectable woman! (I believe there are women like this on this forum who,

for various reasons, cannot satisfy their sexual needs through normal channels in real life; I salute you!). The book's

attitude towards me clearly changed, and finally, on a sunny winter noon, I arranged to meet the book!

Frankly, I had waited far too long before meeting the book, so this meeting remains

vivid in my memory. I couldn't sleep all night, and the next day at noon, I arrived early at the agreed-upon location. I booked

a room, showered, and got ready. I texted Shu, excitedly awaiting her arrival. Before this, I had only

seen her photos—close-ups of her vulva, haha, but never in person. After a while, two soft

knocks brought Shu to me! Frankly, Shu was even more beautiful and stylish in person than in photos.

Her makeup was fashionable and appropriate. She was 170cm tall, slender yet voluptuous. She smiled at me, her eyes captivating, exuding charm

. I quickly went over, said nothing, and quietly embraced Shu deeply—I had waited so long for this

moment ! Shu, do you know? At that moment, I so loved the beauty and infatuation you brought me.

I searched for her lips, kissing her passionately. Just as my hand was about to caress her breasts, Shu gently stopped me: "Let

me wash up first." I adjusted the water temperature for Shu. Seeing Shu's beautiful figure, my first impression was her whiteness!

Very white, and her skin was incredibly delicate and smooth. I believe any man who has seen fair skin

will never forget it. Shu was about to leave when she finished showering alone. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and

pulled it down to her crotch! My god! Her pussy was completely wet! "I knew it! Whenever I like a

man, just thinking about him makes my pussy wet so easily. I can't resist him the moment he touches me!" Wow, what a

stunner! I felt a surge of joy, and my penis instantly became erect! I restrained my impulse and lay

outside waiting for Shu to shower. A little while later, Shu came out wrapped in a white towel, smelling sweet and smiling. My

first time with Shu could be summed up in four words—a storm! I orgasmed once, and Shu orgasmed twice

! Shu's breasts were small and soft, with an excellent feel. Her vagina wasn't particularly tight, but it was very slippery and

wet, making the exquisite friction even more stimulating. Inside, the red flesh looked incredibly arousing

! The book also allowed me to experience her unique way of reaching orgasm. Just as she said, she needed a man

on top of , lying on my body and moving slowly, finding the right position and feeling, and

her orgasm would come quickly. After her orgasm, she would rest for two minutes and then continue moving, followed by a second, even more intense orgasm. She was very wet during

her orgasms , often getting my testicles covered in her fluids. I loved embracing the book naked,

her smooth skin and slender body writhing in my arms, arousing my desire. She held me tightly with her arms,

spreading her long legs to welcome my entry. My erection easily entered her softness,

and the moment I entered, her legs hooked tightly around me from behind, like an octopus coiling around its long-awaited prey. The first time the book and I

met we made love three times, trying various positions. I usually "fed" the book first. After bringing Shu to orgasm, I

thrust again, drenched in sweat, growling softly. Shu cried out less, only panting, not shouting "No!

Oh, no!" These moans only fueled my endless thrusting. Shu's cries were

the most ! And so, Shu and I began our romantic and longing sexual journey…

Shu's work hours were ample and leisurely, while I was busy every day, rarely having time to spend with her. I could only

try to find time to see her whenever possible. When we met, we were often happy, making love, constantly changing

positions, using various techniques. My stamina brought Shu to multiple orgasms. During this time, Shu and I did

many memorable things: 1. With Shu's cooperation, I successfully induced her to ejaculate.

Although Shu had a lot of fluid during orgasms before, she hadn't ejaculated; this was the first time she had ejaculated, a thin, warm stream of fluid. Many

friends have questioned what women call "ejaculation." Strictly speaking, it shouldn't be called "ejaculation." My understanding

is that it's simply the natural release of fluid after a woman reaches a state of extreme arousal. I've smelled that fluid; it's

different from has a slightly salty-sweet, fishy smell, and it's not just vaginal secretions. It seems somewhat like

urine, very thin, but not quite like urine. I haven't researched its specific components in detail, haha. What I

want to say is that many friends, including a considerable number of women, don't believe women can "ejaculate." I want to

tell you that as long as you have sufficient foreplay, good coordination, love in your hearts, and the man's technique is good,

as long as you meet these four conditions, I can confidently say that every woman can "ejaculate"! Among these,

I believe the two most crucial conditions are: love in your hearts, meaning you must enjoy having sex with your partner and

crave passion and pleasure with him/her; secondly, the man's technique is also very crucial, especially

the control , which must be very precise and timely. This requires men to practice more and study diligently. I believe...

You can all make your beloved women ejaculate! Here's wishing all passionate men and women in the world

happiness and fulfillment in their sex lives! Getting a bit off-topic, let's continue! 2. I've become familiar with Shu's precious son and become the little guy's reliable

companion . The first time Shu and I took the little guy to KFC, after my friendly conversation, the little guy

clearly showed his affection for me, haha. I've always liked children, their innocence and pure joy.

They don't have the hypocrisy and affectation of adults; they only have their genuine expressions from the bottom of their hearts. The little guy is

chubby-cheeked, cute and smart, and I genuinely like him, though there's also a hint of trying to please Shu. I feel that being able to

become friends with a child is a success for me, an improvement in my communication skills. I enjoy communicating with people of different social classes and

ages ; I hope to gain qualities from them that I don't possess myself. Shu has said that my ability

to learn and absorb others' experiences is one of my strengths; she really understands me—of course, she's referring to my

learning ability regarding sex, because we often discuss how to make sex comfortable and how to make sex exciting. I absorbed

the strengths of many schools of thought and integrated them to form my own unique sexual techniques, comprehensively improving my sexual abilities

(haha, a bit of a formality, just kidding). 3. This is also a result of my learning; there are

several sexual scenes with Shu that I need to remember…

(That's all for today, I'll continue tomorrow! Goodnight everyone!)

My sexual experience with Shu is the most harmonious and I'm most proud of among all the women I've been with. Shu has a kind of

power that makes people feel close and relaxed. I myself am surprised that being with Shu makes me feel exceptionally good and incredibly at ease.

Sometimes, walking with her, I even have the illusion that I'm with my beautiful wife, as if we've lived together

for many years. This illusion is even more pronounced when we're shopping with her son. I think if there were no

obstacle of marriage, and I had met Shu earlier, I would have married her, because I saw so many

things in her that I respect and admire. Regardless of the state of her relationship with her husband, Shu diligently maintained the family, fulfilling her duties as a

wife : picking up and dropping off the children, grocery shopping, cooking, caring for her parents, and showing concern and consideration for those around her

(how I long for a wife who is warm and caring!). With a wife like this,

what more could ?

Shu showed me a modern woman who perfectly embodies both tradition and modernity.

She possesses the gentleness and virtue of a traditional Chinese woman, as well as the bold and adventurous attitude of a modern woman who pursues and enjoys life. She is

complex, yet also genuine. I never hid my past from her, nor did I ever deliberately express

my feelings for her, but I know she could feel my love and my efforts. For a long time, I wanted

to describe , but I hesitated because I didn't want some people to identify with my real life,

causing unnecessary trouble and impact on Shu and my lives. Now, I will simply recall some unforgettable scenes of our lovemaking, as

a footnote to our indelible past. To outsiders, Shu must be a cheerful, generous, and beautiful young woman. Little do they know that

in bed she's a passionate and fiery "slut." Shu loves sex, the bliss

of being one , and the thrill of being "ravaged" by the man she loves—sometimes wild, sometimes gentle

. The satisfaction after penetration always makes her moan deeply.

I remember one time, Shu and I hadn't seen each other for a long time and missed each other terribly. I called her and we arranged to meet at our usual

spot. I checked into the hotel and suddenly noticed a mirror embedded in the wardrobe by the door. With

the door open, the mirror faced the bed. A brilliant idea struck me—I decided to surprise Shu! Shu arrived shortly after, and

we embraced for a long time, kissing passionately (I noticed Shu really enjoyed my kisses; she sat on the edge of the bed,

tilting her head back, thoroughly enjoying the feeling). The prolonged intimacy made Shu unable to resist any longer. I whispered in her

ear , "Baby, go take a shower first. I'll give you a surprise later." Shu obeyed and left. I laid a bath towel on

the floor , and everything was ready. When Shu came out, I teased her on the bed for a while.

When she was very wet, I dragged her to the floor. Shu lay down first, and I lay on top of her, starting to thrust vigorously. Soon, Shu's

fluids flowed onto the bath towel. Actually, being on top was the easiest way to stimulate my vision. In the mirror, I could clearly

see her fair body lying beneath me, my buttocks moving constantly, and my penis throbbing happily.

This really stimulated me and made me incredibly excited. Afraid that I would soon ejaculate, I had Shu, who liked to be on top,

get on and have her move while looking in the mirror. This trick worked. Shu was extremely excited, her vagina tightly gripping me, and her fluids

quickly soaked my testicles. She would lie on top of me and squat down, manipulating my penis. I watched

her thrusting on top of me, and she saw two bodies of desire intertwined and rising in the mirror. Our visions were incredibly

stimulating . In the end, Shu and I reached orgasm together! This was a very satisfying experience for both of us

. We even did it twice more on the floor in front of the mirror!

Hehe, this taught me that no matter who you're with, you must create the right atmosphere and make full

use the environment to create a stimulating sexual experience. If you concentrate, you'll definitely find ways to have sex that are different from the norm.

As long as you're both good at changing the routine, you'll definitely get an extraordinary sexual experience! Another time,

I went through a lot of trouble to buy ice. I put a block of ice on Shu and kissed her all over with my lips,

slowly sliding the ice block down to her breasts and her navel with my tongue. Especially, I kissed the ice block inside her vagina. On one side

was the cool ice block, followed by the hot tongue of mine. It is said that this is called "ice and fire" and is a sexual activity.

I saw this on a pornographic website and used it on Shu. Of course, I was clumsy and didn't know the trick. I just

did it to Shu based on my feelings. Shu was naturally very aroused. She moaned and twisted her body. There was already

a lot of mixed fluid of ice water and love juice in her vagina. She couldn't wait any longer. I mounted her, and another exciting sex

began... There are many more sex stories between me and Shu. I don't know how many Shu can remember, but for me,

for has been lonely since I came to this city, having Shu and the longing and happiness that Shu brought me, I will always

remember. She warmed my whole winter and I will always remember every little thing I did with her. Because of her,

I didn't stay long during the Spring Festival and returned to the company early from home, just to spend one more day with her;

because of her, I gave up a relationship that might be very tempting to many young people struggling alone (the girl

comes from a wealthy family and is already planning to buy a house for the two of us, but I really can't find anything similar in her).

(The book's beautiful character). Because of her, I resisted many temptations, both online and in real life. It wasn't that I

was aloof, but once you have someone in your heart, sex with others really loses its flavor. Because of her, I could endure

long periods of loneliness and the torment of desire, just waiting to see her... Book, perhaps you will see this post. I wonder

what you will think? How do you view my sex life and my feelings? We are both full of

expectations . I only hope that the memories I bring you will only leave you with beauty and warmth, so that one evening in the future,

you will suddenly remember that in your beautiful years, there was once a man who was deeply infatuated with you, who

loved you so happily, and who possessed you. Thinking of me will warm your heart for a moment, and I will be satisfied...

(Continuing to write! My views on love—)

IV. A Chance Encounter with a Person

My story with the book ends here for now. Now, I live a single but not aristocratic life, busy

going to work and coming home every day, washing up, watching TV, surfing the internet, and going to sleep at night. There is no love, no sex. Life

is fulfilling and simple. Sometimes, sitting quietly at home alone, with no one around and not a sound to be heard,

I don't feel lonely or unbearable. Before, I loved being in crowds and dreaded being cooped up

indoors. Even when alone, I liked to go out for walks, soak up the sun, and stroll along the beach. Now, perhaps

the vicissitudes of life and the entanglements of love and hate have aged my heart. I can no longer find the drive and

passionate Perhaps only sex can occasionally stir my heart. I don't know if I'm

satisfied now, but I've gotten used to it. Many netizens ask me if I still believe in love after experiencing so much. My

answer is: Yes! No matter what, we have no reason to deny that love exists in our lives and brings

unimaginable beauty and sweetness. Why not believe in true love? After reading my post,

will you still have such doubts? Do you think that my relationships with Qian, Mei, and Shu weren't genuine and sincere?

And I want to tell you: not all men follow this rule: a man only experiences true

love once in his life; others are merely consolation and supplements to that first true love. I don't know about other men,

maybe it's like that, but at least I feel that in every relationship, I gave my all, loved wholeheartedly, and felt deeply.

Even if it didn't work out in the end, I wouldn't regret it. Many girls, including my female classmates and colleagues, have asked me a question.

The general situation is this: she and her boyfriend have a good relationship, but he has many flaws and minor quirks that

are sometimes unbearable, yet he treats her very well, making her reluctant to give up the relationship or leave him. In

this forum, there may be friends who are hesitant due to a lack of sex or personality flaws. Here, I

want to share my perspective: in relationships, what matters isn't how good someone is, but how good they are to you.

If someone is perfect, a hundred points, but only gives you thirty or forty points, or even just

one or two ; such a man isn't your ideal man. Conversely, another person might only be seventy or eighty points,

but they treat you wholeheartedly. Which one should you choose? Actually, everyone's circumstances

are the same. No matter how good you are, there will always be someone better. You may not be the "best person,"

but you can be the "best person to the other person." Every boy can say, "Although I

'm not the best man in the world, I'm the best man for you." The same goes for girls;

everyone can do it. The most important thing in love is how good he is to you, not how

good he himself is. But if someone is already very good, and is truly sincere and loves you, then you

can truly entrust your life to him. Nowadays, the only condition women should consider for marriage should be whether you love him, whether he loves

you, whether he is sincere, whether you will feel pressured or happy with him, not

what he has! And look at what girls consider when looking for their ideal boyfriend these days: money, house,

car, status… That's how love loses its original luster and allure. This is my principle, and

the reason I gave up on a girl with materialistic temptations because of books. I hope that all my

friends will open their eyes wide and carefully look at the person next to you: Does he/she truly love you? Is he/she wholeheartedly good to you?

Do you truly love him/her? I hope everyone finds a partner for a lifetime of happiness!

Let me continue my story. While I was single, I encountered

some happy and unforgettable experiences. These experiences, like ripples in the river of my life, were insignificant and fleeting, barely

enough time to savor. I hope to record these precious moments in writing…

After

settling into my current job, my position became secure. Since the company housing was full,

they rented me an apartment outside—a three-bedroom unit with a small living room and a simple bathroom. Both the living room and bedrooms

faced the sun, a layout I was very happy with! I enthusiastically decorated my little home, buying the

1.8 x 2.0 meter bed I'd always dreamed of, along with brand new bedding. Lying on the spacious bed at night,

tossing and turning , it was incredibly comfortable! After setting up my stereo, DVD player, computer, and some furniture, I would listen to my

favorite music, drink coffee, and smoke a cigarette in the evening—and a cozy little home was born! I loved my

little nest, coming home every day after work to spend time alone. My neighborhood is located in a bustling area of the city.

The buildings are quite old, so many of the original residents have moved out. Firstly, they bought

new apartments, and secondly, the location is expensive, and the rental income is quite substantial. My building is almost entirely

rented out. Not long after I started living there, one morning when I went for my morning exercise, I noticed a woman from southern China had moved into the apartment across from mine

. She was short, of average appearance, but had fair skin and a soft, pleasant voice. She had a

child and was moving in. Let's call her L for now. L's arrival has dampened my good mood. Since her

bedroom is separated from mine by only one wall, her youngest son often cries, especially in the mornings

when . She likes to leave the window open, and the soundproofing in the old house isn't great, so I'm

woken up every day by the little guy's persistent crying. What's worse, L yells even louder at him. I remember one time I came back exhausted from a trip, took

a refreshing cold shower, and was sound asleep when I was suddenly awakened by his crying. I couldn't stand it anymore, so...

I ran over and knocked on her door: "Please take care of your child and stop him from crying loudly, okay?

Everyone's sleeping at this time, I hope you can be mindful!" Her face immediately turned red, and she repeatedly apologized in

a Southern accent that I didn't quite understand. The gist of it was that the child missed home and his father and kept crying, and she would be more careful in the future.

This was the first time we spoke. I could tell that although she apologized, she was a stubborn woman at heart, which

was evident in her eyes and our subsequent interactions! This unpleasant experience made

it very awkward for L and me to meet on the stairs; we didn't say a word. One evening, L actually brought her son

to visit and apologize!

I awkwardly received L and her son. L was very talkative, with a strong Southern accent, which I found a bit overwhelming—

it sounded pleasant but wasn't easy to understand. I didn't have the heart to interrupt her. That's when I realized

how ! From her words, I learned that she was from Fujian, her husband worked in Inner Mongolia, and she was in Linyi

to stay with a relative. She usually talked while I listened, and the little one ran around my room, completely

destroying my sofa and almost killing my goldfish! I love children,

but I couldn't communicate with this little one. There might be a language barrier. That's how we became acquainted. I

usually get off work late, so we didn't have many opportunities to meet. A month passed like this; when we met, we only

exchanged greetings. She started looking for a job, and her child was enrolled in daycare. I remember it was a rather hot evening;

I came home from work around 10 pm, had just changed out of my business attire, and was about to take a shower when L suddenly knocked on my door. When I opened it,

she was wearing pajamas! Her breasts were slightly exposed, her fair skin highlighting her slightly sagging breasts (perhaps because

she wasn't bra, her breasts were a little sagging, but it was the natural

sagging of a mature woman, full of allure). It made me have some impure thoughts. It turned out that L was preparing to text her husband, but since her phone uses handwriting input, she didn't

know how to write the character for "lying down" (趴). She came over to ask me, and I wrote it for her

. She thanked me, then looked at me, who had just changed into casual clothes, and said, "You look quite nice in casual clothes, it's a different feeling from when you're in business attire."

I smiled and replied, "You look even better in a nightgown, it's more eye-catching!" L blushed slightly, a mix of

excitement and shyness, and said, "Oh, not at all, I'm getting old." Then she went back inside. I suddenly felt that there might be

a chance with L. I paced back and forth in the room, deciding to give it a try!

A little nervously, I knocked on L's door. The door opened, and I quickly said, "Do you have a fruit knife? I

have some watermelon I bought." L said yes, and I went in to get the knife (the little one was already asleep on the sofa). I saw

L was watching a DVD, so I asked her, "What kind of movies do you like to watch? I have a lot." She said she just watches funny or romantic movies to pass the time when she's

bored . I took the opportunity to invite her to my room

to watch DVDs, and she hesitated for a moment before agreeing. We went back to my room with a fruit knife; she went to cut a watermelon, and I

found a few high-quality DVDs to watch (I also

took ). At first, I played Jackie Chan's "Baby Plan," which she watched with great interest, but I was distracted. I

kept thinking about how to talk to her. I figured that since she

came to my room alone late at night (it was already 11 pm) to watch movies, firstly, she trusted me and wasn't too wary of me, and secondly,

perhaps she had feelings for me! Secondly, she was a young married woman who had been away from home for a long time and should have her own needs, just

hiding them. After a fierce internal struggle, I boldly asked her: "Have you ever watched adult films? Like

those kinds?" Her face suddenly turned red, and then she looked at me with a surprised smile and said: "My husband used to play those kinds of films

when ." I further asked: "Want to watch some more?" She shook her head and said, "What's

the point ? Let's not do it!" Seeing her indecisive attitude, I went over and changed the porn. It was

a great clip of my favorite Japanese AV star, Mutou Ran, with gentle caresses as a foreplay, followed by

frenzied intense thrusting, culminating in a spectacular climax. At first, she was a little embarrassed to watch,

so I asked her, "How does it feel? Do you like it?" She kept saying, "Let's turn it off, don't watch it!" I couldn't stand

the scene either: "How long has it been since you've done it?" I whispered in her ear,

even though there was no one else around, but I felt it might seem more mysterious and respectful. She looked down in a panic,

saying nothing. Seeing this, I grabbed her and pulled her close! I kissed her passionately! She was stunned by my actions!

She was at a loss, offering neither resistance nor response, simply letting me kiss her blankly. After a while, she

came to her senses and tried to resist, but her body was clearly weak. She cried out "No!" but couldn't stop my advances. "

No !" I shouted angrily, making me stop. "I already said no! Why are you still like this? Please

don't do this, okay?" After saying this, I lowered my head and fell silent. I had never encountered such a situation

before and didn't know what to do. Then, I said something that I still remember vividly: "Actually,

I like you quite a bit too, but we can't be together. I have a husband, and I love my husband! Although our

relationship isn't good, I still don't want to betray him. I don't know what's wrong with me today; maybe I'm too lonely, and I

really want to. But I don't want to make myself unable to face my own heart later. It's not that I can't face my husband, but mainly

I'm afraid I can't forgive myself. You're still my younger brother. You're very outstanding, but I don't want to do that!" "Frankly

, L's words made me feel very complicated. I suddenly thought of Mei, the pain I caused her, and my

guilt . I calmed myself down: 'I'm sorry, Sister L, I was too impulsive. I might have thought too much. Please

don't mind, okay?' L smiled and said: 'It's okay. You're younger than me, but you seem very mature. You're not an unreliable

man. I don't blame you.' I fell into an awkward silence again. In the DVD, Mutou Ran was about to climax,

wildly twisting her sexy body, her vagina already wet, moaning incessantly. That..." The lewd

Japanese devil was shamelessly thrusting in and out, making loud noises. I quickly ran over and turned off the DVD. I

said again, "I'm sorry, Sister L." L lowered her head, biting her lip, as if thinking about something. She immediately said

, "Then I'll go back. You should get some rest." I quickly said, "Okay, okay, you should get some rest too."

When I saw L to the door, I was about to close it when L suddenly turned around! She grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. Without saying a word, she hurriedly

unzipped my pants. I asked incredulously, "What are you doing, Sister L?" She looked up, her gaze warm...

Gentle yet firm: Little brother, I want to make you comfortable, but not in that way.

I understood what L meant. No, Sister L, I don't know what to say anymore. L didn't say anything,

pulled my pants down to my ankles, and took my little brother into her mouth, giving me oral sex! What I want to say is: L is a

great oral sex master. Sometimes she gently licked, sometimes she deep throated, sometimes she kissed my balls, sometimes she licked my

glans, while her hands kept stroking it, giving me an oral sex experience I had never had before!

During L's wonderful oral sex, looking at L's fair neck as she squatted down, it didn't take long for my overwhelming orgasm

to come, that long-lost feeling of exhilaration! My whole body trembled, and my legs were a little sore. L didn't

take her mouth away, but continued to kiss me, stroking me quickly with her hands. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated all of it into L's mouth!

L gently spat my semen onto the paper, without a trace of disgust on her face. I looked at L with mixed feelings.

She cleaned up, came over, and patted my face affectionately: "Okay, little brother, don't think too much about it. Get a good

night's sleep . Tomorrow, just pretend nothing happened!" "After saying that, L went back. I stared blankly as she

left , suddenly doubting the reality of what had just happened. I couldn't believe it for a long time. This experience felt like something out of a novel;

even now, thinking about it, it still seems a bit unreal, but it really happened! Later, I met L again. I felt

a little affectionate, but I couldn't see any sign of it on her face; she was the same as always. Not

long after , L's husband came from Inner Mongolia to take her and their child over. He had been there for a few days; he was a

violent, alcoholic man, whom I didn't like. L enthusiastically introduced him to me, and I offered him a 'Taishan' cigarette

. He took it excitedly, saying, 'Brother, you're so refined, yet you smoke?' We chatted briefly.

L's husband left a bad impression on me. He didn't go anywhere during the day, just slept at home, and

drank in the afternoon. L said he had an amazing capacity for alcohol, and after drinking, he would become violent. Of course, I knew what L meant. I could

sense that L didn't love her husband. The nights were the hardest for me; the poor soundproofing of the building completely ruined L and her husband's

passionate encounters..." The sounds of their lovemaking were clearly audible! L's elegant, delicate moans, her husband's

heavy breathing, and the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other almost drove me to the brink of collapse! They made love several times that night, until

finally L's moans were barely audible, only the sounds of their bodies slapping together remained… They were passionately engaged,

while I was climaxing with my hand… The next day, L had obvious bite marks on her fair neck. She wasn't

embarrassed , but looked at me with a hint of sadness. In the hallway, I was speechless, silently turning away and locking the door. After that,

L would be tormented and moan for a long time every night. This inhuman existence lasted for about a week before they moved away

to Inner Mongolia. When they left, I went to see them off, buying the little one a teddy bear. L's husband thanked me with a

hearty laugh, while L looked at me calmly. I smiled. I smiled back at L and her husband,

offered my blessings, and watched them leave… I don't know what kind of experience this was, or

what would have happened if L hadn't left, but even now, when I think back to that moment, I still find it unbelievable and

am filled with gratitude for L. L is a wonderful woman. Heaven sent such a woman, but didn't arrange a

bright future for her. A woman like her deserves a tolerant, considerate, and gentle man to love her. Unfortunately,

things in this world are often unpredictable. I thank L for the joy and reflection she brought me. She taught me that sex isn't

the goal or the only purpose of all interactions between the sexes. Sometimes, thoughtful and subtle care and love are more

infectious and touching! Sister L, I don't know if you are happy now, but your brother… I will never

forget that magical moment you brought me! I hope you rest in peace! I hope your baby is healthy and happy!

My story ends here, but life goes on, and who knows what the future holds? This

is my first post on Sohu, and I've received so much attention and support from friends these past few days. Your

attention and encouragement are my motivation to keep writing! Although I'm very busy with work, and I'm about to face

personnel , moving to a new leadership position, I'll have less and less time in the future. I'll

write as much as I can while I still have time! I've seen a lot about extramarital affairs, one-night stands, love triangles, even threesomes, swapping, incest,

etc., and I have many thoughts to share. Here, I want to tell those who are already having extramarital affairs, are preparing to have an affair, or

are preparing to have an affair: 1. Extramarital affairs are indeed fraught with danger. The thrill and passion described in legal terms are unforgettable,

but extramarital sex is like cocaine—addictive. Before experiencing it, you might crave it, but once you do,

you might become hopelessly addicted and constantly searching! Therefore, if you insist on seeking your own

sexual passion—carefully consider the consequences: are you sure you can manage the relationship between your family and your lover, and

ensure that both relationships remain within normal boundaries? If you cannot ensure these, then honestly preserve

your marriage. I remember telling a friend before: marriage is sometimes like collecting seashells on the beach. There are seashells of all colors and

shapes , making it difficult to distinguish the good from the bad. But once you find one,

leave the beach as soon as possible, firmly believing you've found the best one, and never go back to the beach again!

2. For those who want to experience extramarital affairs and sex, the first thing to do is ensure that your marriage is on

the right track and that you can steer it well. This means that whatever you do should not affect

the stability ; this is the fundamental premise and principle. On this basis, if you feel you have extra energy and time to

experience it, then sit on the sidelines and fish for mermaids! However you fish, remember that everything should be done in moderation and within your control

. Don't let the mermaids drag you overboard; then, what you lose may not just be your family!

3. Here I want to tell those women who want to experience extramarital sex or, like many unmarried

women who have had many sexual experiences: Sex is indeed a beautiful sensory experience bestowed upon humanity by God. Someone once said

that much of the progress of society stems from the vigorous secretion of hormones! This has some truth to it! But since it's called sex,

the two shouldn't be separated. You should understand: only sex based on deep liking and appreciation can truly be engaging,

truly intertwined, and only then can you truly experience the beauty of sex! Without love, seeking it purely for physiological needs,

even if you experience it, after the orgasm comes endless emptiness and bitter regret. So if you want to experience something beautiful,

the other person should ideally be someone you like, or at least someone you appreciate. Also, you need to understand men from multiple perspectives: not only...

Observe what he says and does, but more importantly, observe who he is! I suggest that when you're looking, you should look for

someone with a high level of education, stable income and job, good taste in clothing and lifestyle, who knows how to care for women's

feelings , and has a gentlemanly demeanor. Make a decision only after you've gotten to know them a bit.

Life is about experience; everyone lives their own life. We shouldn't presume to judge others' lives. Everyone has

their own strengths. The important thing is to have no regrets, know what you need, understand when to advance and retreat, and live

authentically and happily! Finally, I wish all the passionate men and women on this forum happiness and fulfillment.

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