[Various Sexual Experiences of Unmarried Girls]

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Various Sexual Experiences of Unmarried Girls

Seeing so many people writing about their experiences has piqued my curiosity. I'm 27 and still unmarried,

but I haven't been a virgin for four years. Thinking about it, it's not early, but I feel I'm inherently restless. Looking back,

I'm leaving my mark here, with no other purpose. Please refrain from insults; this is just my personal story.

My First Time.

Before 22, I had no idea where babies came from, didn't know the vagina was for sex, and didn't

know that "ml" meant the man inserting his penis into the woman's vagina. I was truly ignorant. It wasn't until my sophomore year of college, after

being enlightened this between men and women. Then I became very curious, wanting to know what it felt like, wanting to experience

an orgasm. However, I'm a conservative girl with strict upbringing. My first boyfriend in college, after three months of dating

, only held my hand; we never even kissed. This naive girl gave her virginity to her boyfriend's friend.

My boyfriend was very accomplished; when I met him, he had already been sent abroad to study. Before leaving, he entrusted me to

a friend of his, a childhood friend, who lived near my school. This boy was very student-like, had never had

a girlfriend, and was very friendly to me. After my boyfriend left, our long-distance relationship took a downturn; we argued

constantly, and Yueyang called every day, causing our phone bills to skyrocket. When my boyfriend was at a loss with my capriciousness and unreasonable behavior, his friend would always

appear out of nowhere comfort me, guide me, and mediate between us.

One day in late September, I formally told my boyfriend I wanted to break up over the phone, and then his friend appeared

before me again. He listened to my tearless accusations, then picked me up and comforted me. Then he took me to his dorm room,

a simple rented room. I was going to sit for a while and then leave when he started confessing his feelings. Actually, he had liked me for a long time,

but he couldn't pursue me because I was his friend's girlfriend. I was stunned. Then we started chatting. That night, he

didn't touch me; we were very friendly. When dawn broke, we were both tired, so we lay down together fully clothed. God knows what

happened, but my hand was on his body. He probably thought I was making a suggestive gesture, and he started kissing me frantically,

panting heavily. Before I could even get up, he ripped off my only outer garment, exposing my body. Exhausted from

not sleeping all night, I was powerless, but he continued to kiss me so forcefully, from my lips to my

breasts . Having never had sex before, I half-heartedly resisted, filled with curiosity and fear. Seeing a man's genitals for the first time,

I instantly sobered up and desperately tried to run away. But what normal hunter would let go of their

prey? He pinned me down, and I felt something hard groping between my legs. His hands

rubbed my body, and I felt dizzy, my face burning. Without realizing it, I responded to him. He gently probed

me, then said, "You're still a virgin! I can't hurt you!" Then he suddenly got up and put on his clothes, but then I

noticed my lower body was wet, with a faint red stain! I asked, "What happened to me?" He looked and suddenly exclaimed in shock!

"Your hymen is so thin! It's broken!!"

Those words made me realize I was no longer a virgin.

I cried, and he cried too, seemingly even more heartbroken than I was. I fainted twice. He bought me some food,

watched me eat, then smoked and said, "Let's talk."

The main point of the conversation was that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, or give him money as compensation. I had no choice and

silently left. This was entirely my own fault; I didn't like him, yet I slept with him—it was my own fault.

But from then on, he called me at least three times a day, waited for me at my school every day, and apologized daily, begging for

my forgiveness. Six months later, I tacitly agreed to be his girlfriend.

Then we started having passionate sex every day. He was amazing, always bringing me to ecstasy. I gradually

fell in love with him, and with our sex life. The suspicious thing was, I had never gotten pregnant. He even took me to

the hospital for a checkup; I wasn't sick, and he was normal too. We never used condoms and tried almost every

position: oral sex, 69, doggy style, bondage, and so on. By then, I was already working and had met

his family. We were discussing marriage. He had a doctorate, came from a wealthy family, and

earned was very good to my family and doted on me. So,

everyone tacitly accepted our relationship.

Looking back, our love at that time was truly absurd. I was also very satisfied with the pleasure he gave me. Every time we made love,

he would shout how wanton I was, arousing his desire. We made love everywhere: in the toilet, the kitchen, the stairwell

, the construction site, outdoors, the bathroom. The most exciting time was at a train track junction. It was past midnight, and everyone was asleep.

We whispered sweet nothings at the train track junction for a while, but it wasn't enough. So, he started kneeling down to give me oral sex,

then doggy style. I even had a mirror to reflect our bodies, and we had to be careful not to let passengers pass by. That time, it lasted twenty

minutes. After he ejaculated, I said it wasn't enough, so we went to the toilet and made love for another half hour. My sex drive is very strong. He

always joked that most men couldn't handle me, and always said he was lucky to have found such a good wife…

What I want to say is that my boyfriend soon developed uremia and passed away six months later. This was a huge blow to me, and

I quit my job and came to Beijing. I won't mention the past, and I don't want to cry here anymore. Perhaps

God wasn't satisfied with our relationship, which is why he took

his life just when I had already forgiven him. I don't want to talk about that process again. I still remember him. As time went by, I met

many men, but none of them were as intense as I was with. And I don't know why, in the two years I've been in Beijing,

all the men I've met have been married.

Actually, I'm not good-looking, and my skin isn't good either, but I don't know why so many men feel

that kind of . Am I just born with a certain aura of shame?

The first man I met in Beijing was on a bus. I accidentally stepped on his foot, and after getting off, he asked to borrow my

phone. I gave it to him without thinking much, and he dialed a number without saying anything before returning it. Who knew that

he would become so attached to me, and the frequency of our sex life was almost unprecedented.

He was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 180 pounds, very muscular and with a great physique, not fat at all. His

arms were so thick that he could grab me with one hand. Ever since he got my phone number, he sent me joke text messages every day,

and when I didn't respond, he simply called. Christmas 2004 arrived in the blink of an eye. That night, he asked me out

. I was about to go to bed after washing the dishes and taking a shower, but he kept calling relentlessly. My roommate had gone to spend the night with her boyfriend...

I was bored by myself, so I just threw on a coat and went out in my down jacket without even putting on an undershirt. He presented me with

a bunch of roses, smiling broadly. I felt a little awkward; I hadn't combed my hair or dressed up, and

I walked awkwardly along the Third Ring Road with the roses. He started telling jokes, and then he mentioned yellow satin. I knew

what he was up to that night, but I was indifferent and ignored him. We walked to Shuangjing Road, where there was a dimly lit alleyway with colorful

lights creating a festive atmosphere. A few couples were scattered around. We walked in without a word, and

as we passed a clump of bushes, we heard a woman's soft, seductive moans coming from within. "Heh heh." The trees swayed

, and we both laughed.

We walked to a stone bench and sat down. He casually took my hand, and I smiled at him, knowing

what he was going to do next. Sure enough, he started kissing my hand, saying, "It still smells like Six God!" I remained

silent as his lips slowly approached mine, our tongues entwining. His kissing skills were excellent. We hugged, and

damn it, I wasn't wearing a bra. His hand slipped inside and groped me shamelessly, saying, "Looks like you were prepared for me!"

Then he touched my genitals, saying, "Tsk tsk, a whole ocean of color!" It was very dark there, so he simply stood up

and pulled my pants down to my ankles, completely exposing my private parts. It was a cold winter night, and he was on the ground... I laid out

his coat and lay down. Then he started giving me oral sex. I felt myself constantly leaking fluid,

my labia trembling. I couldn't help but cry out. He laughed and climbed on top of me, his fingers still inside me,

thrusting . I was completely ecstatic! Then he gave me oral sex again, his tongue swirling inside...

After a while, he got tired. He simply took me to a hotel room. That night we did it seven times. In between,

he even took a taxi to the pharmacy to buy lubricant. When he came back and saw me fiddling with my genitals, he didn't even take off his shirt before

thrusting in.

The next day, we both had aches and pains, the price we paid for one night of indulgence. He called me a typical

slut, and I said he was a rare pervert. Both of us were satisfied. The debauched couple left the hotel and walked down the street

like .

He saw me off to my car and whispered in my ear, "Next time I'm going to hang you up!" Sure enough,

the next time we met, he brought a rope. We booked a room with a large bed, and after showering, we

watched TV naked. A while later, he got up, took out a rope, and told me to tie him up. I thought to myself, "What a pervert!"

With his hands and feet tied, it was like a scene from a movie, man on top, woman on bottom. I sat on him and moved around. At first, he

couldn't move, but then he got too excited and broke free of the rope, grabbing my breasts and kneading them hard. I

screamed loudly, from the bottom of my heart, feeling like countless worms were crawling all over my body. Then he rolled over and penetrated me from behind. As I

watched my breasts rhythmically tremble back and forth, it was incredibly arousing.

His desire was overwhelming; he thrust all the way in each time, the skin making a slapping sound, and there was a wet, wet

sound at our point of contact. We made love without restraint, fully experiencing the wonders of sex. Writing this, I can hardly contain myself.

He liked to stand, with me straddling him, his hands gripping my buttocks as he thrust in and out, so we

could see our genitals more clearly. Fluid kept flowing out, dripping onto the floor. His muscles were taut, like

a warrior charging across a battlefield. I was like a white lamb, letting him ravage me. I reached orgasm,

an unprecedented excitement, my face flushed, my breasts erect.

I'm a very wet woman, and he really enjoyed it. He liked to give me oral sex, always saying how wet women are. I don't know

what other women's vaginas are like. He said my vagina was tight and very tortuous, but I don't know what he meant. We spent almost all our time

together having sex. Actually, thinking about it, there are only so many sex positions,

and the novelty wears off after a while with the same person. But what happened later made me distance myself from him because he was married. He was

two years younger than me, but already a father of a four-year-old. His wife was far away in Guizhou, and he was lonely and miserable. But

he didn't tell me at first. When I found out he was married, I felt a strong sense of guilt. Although I'm

promiscuous, I won't break up someone else's family, and I'm not interested in married men. I gradually distanced myself

from him. Later, he lost his phone and we never contacted each other again. I know he hates me, because I also know he

likes me and wants me to be his mistress forever, but I won't.

Later, due to work, I met a man online. He was from Tianjin. We got along very well and even chatted on forums

together . Gradually, we became very open and casual with each other. We installed a webcam at home and video

chatted. One weekend night, I was home alone. I turned on my computer, and he was online. He immediately asked to video chat, and I didn't

refuse. As we chatted, he started to make suggestive remarks. Because it was summer and I wasn't wearing much, my nipples were clearly visible

through clothes in the video. He seemed to... I couldn't control myself any longer. He insisted I take off

my clothes , but I refused. He kept nagging and using extremely vulgar language, but instead

of being annoyed, I seemed to enjoy it. So I turned off the lights and, using the computer light, stripped naked. This was my first

time video chatting naked; my heart was racing, like I'd done something wrong. I was incredibly nervous, and he kept

telling me to relax. After a while, I quickly turned off the video. And just like that, our naked chat progressed to video sex,

masturbation, and finally, real sex—it all seemed to happen so naturally. I was satisfied with the thrill,

satisfied with the gasps I made as a man watched my private parts.

His voice was very magnetic, and he was unmarried. We were both lonely and lived in different cities, so

after that brief nude video chat, we both let loose. He would ejaculate in front of me during the video, and I would vigorously

rub my breasts in front of the computer, spread my legs, and tease my genitals with my hands. In the video, my vagina was excited and

exaggerated, contracting and relaxing, and I could often see milky white fluid flowing out. Then I would insert my fingers and

thrust them in and out repeatedly. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as a man's penis, it had a unique flavor. Watching my genitals

continuously leak fluid as my fingers moved, watching my breasts tremble and stand erect, I couldn't help but moan loudly into

my headset . Even I felt a sense of lewdness and excitement in those sounds…

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