[Sexual intercourse with a young woman from Hangzhou]

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My acquaintance with Qing'er was completely accidental. Last May, I was working in Hangzhou. My

girlfriend had broken up with me, so I spent my free time at work browsing the internet. As the manager of the technical department, I had a lot of work, but also a lot of free time. I left a message

on a local dating website , hoping to meet a woman online, but I wasn't particularly thinking about anything romantic. 　　I was happy to meet some genuine friends. One day, a woman suddenly added me on QQ, which was a bit strange, as QQ numbers are usually only known to classmates. She added me but didn't say anything. I was curious, so I asked her why she added me. Her evasive attitude only made me more interested. So I put down my work and started chatting with her. She asked what I did for a living. I'm a pretty honest person, and quite confident in my own qualities, so I told her my height, weight, and where I graduated from. Then she asked what my girlfriend did for a living, and I told her the truth: her mother didn't approve of our relationship. Qing'er said, "Her mother doesn't agree, you have to fight for it." 　　I said, "Yes, but that's just his excuse. If you love someone, you have to give them freedom." That 's what I really felt. My girlfriend of three years broke up with me, and I was heartbroken, but I still let her go and silently wished her well. 　　Anyway, I started telling her some painful stories from my past. When she found out my height and weight , she said, "You're so thin!" I replied, "Thin people are very powerful in certain ways." The implication was obvious. We have a saying there, "Tall and thin, very powerful." I brought this up to test her sensitivity to sexual topics. Qing'er readily agreed, saying, "Then your girlfriend isn't very happy." 　　I poured out my grievances, but it was true: "She doesn't really care about my feelings; she's always the center of attention." 　　This gradually aroused Qing'er's sympathy, and she started comforting me. Then I asked her how old she was, and she said 34. 　　Then I asked her, "Are you and your husband happy?" Qing'er sighed softly and said, "He and I only make love once a month , and it's always short. After he turns over and falls asleep, I'm left alone, feeling like I'm hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down. It's very uncomfortable and I get angry, and then I can't sleep at all in the middle of the night." I comforted Qing'er, "Men work very hard outside, you should be understanding. You should also communicate more, tell him your feelings and needs." Qing'er said, "It's no use. I've said it so many times, he's very domineering and I have no say ." After talking, I learned that her husband is from Northeast China and has a very strong sense of male chauvinism. I didn't say anything bad about people from Northeast China here. 　　Then I analyzed the reasons for her from a friend's perspective and gave her some advice. Gradually, she developed feelings for me. I asked for her phone number, and she asked me to promise never to call her first. I immediately agreed. It wasn't that I was lying to her; I really could do that. After all, these things require mutual consent. Qing'er said, "I want to have sex every day now, it's making it hard for me to concentrate at work." From our conversation, I learned that she owns a small trading company and earns about a six-figure monthly income. I comforted her, saying, "It's a normal human need. Women who are sexually satisfied are radiant. If he really can't satisfy you, you can try masturbation. 　　" Qing'er strongly objected, "That's disgusting!!!!" I remember the long string of exclamation marks in clearly showed how much she hated masturbation. She added, "I want to find a partner with whom I have no emotional entanglements, just sex. There are so many bad people these days, I don't know what to do." 　　On a side note, my sexual needs are really strong; I want to have sex almost every day, and for a relatively long time. Of course, I can't compare to the experts here, haha… I was so happy, but I still tried to reason with her as a friend, saying, "There are indeed so many bad people these days, you have to be careful . There are so many extortion cases on TV." Qing'er still couldn't get over her own mental hurdle: "I don't want to betray my husband." Sigh, what a traditional and kind typical Chinese woman. 　　Regardless of her perspective, I analyzed for her that doing this would be entirely beneficial, haha, of course I had my own selfish reasons. I've been thinking about it for almost two months straight, and any friend with the same level of desire will understand my frustration! "First, it's a natural human need. If you get that need outside, you won't argue with her anymore, and your family will be so harmonious. Second, without the hassle of sex, you can focus on your work, and your work will be harmonious too. Third, for a woman in her 30s, a stable sex life is better than the best cosmetics; it makes a woman bloom like a flower. So what you're doing is entirely for your husband's good." That's how , but now when I type it out, it's all "harmonious." My final analysis of this matter is: no matter how tired a man is from work, he can't ignore the feelings and needs of his family and his loved one. Women's needs are just beginning to awaken at this age. There needs to be more communication about problems, otherwise, family issues can easily arise, even leading to a breakup. We chatted online almost an entire afternoon. 　　An hour before I was about to leave work, an unfamiliar number called. I guessed it was probably Qing'er. After saying "hello" twice, I finally heard a gentle contralto voice; I still remember how beautiful it was. Haha, the conversation basically involved her "interrogating" me again. It was her first time looking for a one-night stand, so she was quite cautious. I happily gave her all my details, though I deliberately said I was a year older than her, when I was actually only 28. 　　She thought older men were more mature, but she had a misconception that men over 35 generally aren't very sexually active (unless, of course, those who spend all their time on NetEase are an exception; since using NetEase, they've either had sore legs or cramps, or they could practically pierce steel plates with one breath). On the phone, I asked about her height and weight. She said 162cm and 106kg, a figure I was satisfied with. I personally don't like tall girls; generally, tall women are thin, which I don't like, and being overweight is even more frightening, haha. Also, tall women usually have bigger feet, and their "mouth" (referring to their vaginal opening) is looser. If your penis is small, it'll feel like rowing a boat on the ocean, haha. Just my personal opinion, feel free to discuss. While I was making Qing'er laugh, I shamelessly asked her her measurements. She laughed and called me a pervert. Then she said something like B or C, which I didn't understand, so I just asked if they were big. She said no.

Not small. Towards the end of the conversation, I asked a crucial and difficult question: what does she look like? She immediately became

unhappy saying, "Does that mean I wouldn't want to meet you if you're ugly?" Of course, I said, "No, no, I just wanted to know

what you look like, in case I mistake you for someone else when we meet." I was also thinking that even if there's no spark, being friends

is still beneficial. Then I suggested we meet that evening. She hesitated and was a little scared,

but after my persistent pleading, she agreed to meet me at a busy shopping plaza. Why a

busy plaza? Here's a side note for those new to finding sex: be extremely cautious when meeting strangers

. Don't end up with a honey trap instead of a romantic encounter, losing all your money and getting beaten up – that's

not worth it. Also, be careful with female friends; there are still bad people around. Research

the other person , always meet in crowded places, and if you don't feel comfortable after meeting, leave immediately. I won't go into details about the methods here

.

(Wait a minute...)

We finally agreed to meet at 6:30 at a bronze statue in the square. I was so happy after hanging up the phone! By the way,

my little brother was practically standing at attention the whole time I was on the phone. When I got home,

I took a bath while singing and lathering up. During the bath, my little brother woke up again—so uncooperative! I

tidied up my beard and hair, and grabbed my favorite "mistress" for self-defense. I didn't want to fall into a honey trap and

end up with my clothes stripped off. I sprayed on some X Factor perfume, which proved to be a huge help.

Later, Qing'er told me that my scent felt very familiar and comforting to her. This perfume,

I'm sure everyone knows, is specifically for seducing women, haha.

It's a long drive from my home to that shopping plaza. Since I haven't finished paying off my mortgage, I

don't have a car yet, so I borrowed a friend's Honda. On the way to the plaza, I kept thinking about her.

Based on his description, she seemed pretty good. I figured if I didn't feel anything, I'd just consider it a work-

related connection—the worst-case scenario often yields unexpected results. I arrived at the plaza quickly, but finding

a parking spot took longer than I expected. While I was backing up, I received a call from Qing'er: "I'm here, are you there yet

?" "I said while backing up," she replied, "I'll be there soon." I asked, "What are you wearing?" Qing'er said, "I'm

wearing blue jeans and a short white jacket. What about you?" I honestly replied, "A blue and white

BMW racing suit, jeans, and black sneakers."

Because finding a parking spot took so much time, even though I planned to arrive a few minutes early, I was still late. So I

quickly walked to the statue, thinking my goddess would be there. To my disappointment, there were

many beautiful women there, but none of them matched her description. However, I remained calm and slowly walked away, then dialed

her number. She answered, and her familiar voice rang out again, "I see you, hehe." I was sweating bullets! I

used to sneak peeks at people all the time, but today I let her see me for ages without even noticing where she was. While I kept asking, "

Where are you?", a soft voice nearby said, "Hey," but even that startled me

! I looked and finally recognized her. My first impression was of her rounded figure, medium-length hair,

and cute face – she was perfect to me.

Since it was autumn, she was wearing a medium-thick coat, so her breasts seemed about average size at first glance. Later, I realized

I could barely grasp them with both hands, and there was still a small portion I couldn't reach. My hands are quite large. What

captivated me most were her rounded thighs and her pert, smiling buttocks. I playfully patted

her head lightly and asked, "Have you been here long?" "Um, about 10 minutes," she replied. "Didn't you say you

were older than me? You look like you're over 18?" I was sweating bullets! Although I don't look

that young, I had to deny it, saying, "I was telling you my age in the traditional Chinese way (by Chinese reckoning)."

Qing'er didn't pursue the matter further. "Let's go get something to drink," I suggested, and she obediently nodded. Since it

was our first meeting, she was a little shy and tried to keep about half a meter away from me. Of course, I wouldn't allow that;

people around us would likely notice our awkwardness and guess our relationship. I moved closer to her, trying to find topics to ease

the awkwardness . Luckily, there was a H?agen-Dazs nearby, so I opened the door for her. The lighting inside was really

suggestive, haha, and there were couples everywhere. We ordered some drinks and an ice cream fondue. The food there

was damn expensive, haha, over 200 yuan for a small amount. I had considered that I didn't bring a lot of money with me.

First, for safety, if I encountered a honey trap, the loss wouldn't be too great. Second, if a woman costs you

a lot of you should think carefully. I took out 300 yuan. When the hostess asked if I had any change, she quickly said she had a card, so she pulled out a Mastercard

from her bag .

Seeing that the other person had a gold card and credit card, I felt too embarrassed to compete with him to pay. My pride was being

eroded for the first time, so I quickly found a quiet corner to sit down. I let her sit closer to the inside,

making it easier to touch her later. She probably agreed because I was being a gentleman and let her sit first. I

sat down close to her, and she moved aside, but seeing there wasn't enough space, she gave up. So we ate

together . What I couldn't resist was the way she ate the cherry. The lighting and atmosphere made me naturally place my hand

on her round thigh. The warm feeling was so exciting; I completely lost my appetite. Combined with

the warmth, her face turned bright red. To avoid her pushing my hand away, I tried to ask

her about things related to her company. But my hand didn't stop. When I touched her round triangle area, she finally stopped me;

otherwise, who knows if my hand would have ended up inside her pants later. Seeing that there was no way out, I simply

wrapped my arms around her waist forcefully. It felt wonderful to hold a woman's waist; at that moment, I felt like I completely possessed her.

Seeing that she had no appetite, I said, "Let's go." Qing'er nodded obediently again. In the car, she asked where

we were going. This was a difficult question to answer. Saying "to my house" might scare her away, so I said, "There's

a riverside with weeping willows ahead; the moonlight is beautiful, let's go for a walk." In the car, I kept reaching out to touch her legs, and she laughed,

saying it tickled and pushing me away.

On the moonlit riverside, I gently but firmly embraced her from behind. She trembled

, struggled weakly for a moment, and then gave up. She leaned softly against me, and I began to gently kiss her.

Her hair, her neck, the unique scent of a woman was intoxicating. I slowly attacked her ears; Qing'er's ears were very sensitive.

As soon as my tongue entered her ear, she let out a dreamlike moan, completely limp in my arms. I

pressed my hard, throbbing penis tightly against Qing'er's full buttocks. My hands pulled open her coat, revealing

a bra underneath. I crossed my hands behind her back and grasped her full breasts, beginning to knead them. My fingers teased Qing'er's

nipples, which immediately hardened and enlarged, like two green oval grapes. I

grasped her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing them. Qing'er's body writhed more violently than I had imagined, her heavy breathing like someone running a

hundred meters. Her breasts were very full; pressing them with my forefinger would cause the nipples to sink completely in, and they would

playfully pop out when I released them.

Driven by surging desire, I slipped my hand inside her jeans. Because they were so tight, I tried several times without

success , and then, with one forceful pull, I actually ripped the button off! I was ashamed of myself for having so much strength.

Later, I tried to rip the buttons off my own jeans, but I couldn't. I pulled the zipper open and placed my palm against her lower

abdomen, then slipped my hand inside. Qing'er didn't have much pubic hair, and it felt hot down there, but describing it

as overflowing with moisture wouldn't be an exaggeration. I cupped her inner thigh with my entire hand, the soft, warm sensation spreading throughout my

body . I used my index and ring fingers to gently circle her labia clockwise, then my middle finger moved from back to front a few

times, parting the pubic hair around her vulva before plunging it deep inside. It felt as hot as a hot spring, yet

as soft as velvet. At this moment, Qing'er was moaning loudly, almost frantically. My fingers were

moving vigorously, and I released my throbbing erection, guiding Qing'er to hold

it tightly. Qing'er skillfully began to stroke me. My pleasure almost overwhelmed me, and I didn't care that we were by the river.

I was about to pull her towards me so that my penis would be fully inside her—that was my only thought at the time! Just then, the phone

rang. I ignored it, but it kept ringing. Qing'er finally let go of my hand, took out her phone, and immediately became very nervous, telling me

to be quiet.

"Honey, aren't you resting yet? Don't work too hard on your business trip. Get some rest. I just

finished showering and was about to rest."

Hearing this, I completely let go of her. Women are such fickle creatures. Just a moment ago she was my woman,

and now she's so affectionate. I couldn't quite describe the feeling in my heart. I slowly walked to a spot where I couldn't hear the phone ringing.

I lit a cigarette by the river, and the swirling smoke made me more sober. I was actually

jealous of a woman I had just met, and one who was several years older than me. It was unbelievable! I laughed at myself inwardly, telling myself to stop dreaming. She finished her call in 7 or

8 minutes and came over. Women are so fast! Her clothes were neatly

arranged, and apart from a slight flush on her face and a bit of messy hair, it was hard to believe we had just been so

passionate !

Qing'er came over and asked me, "Baby, are you jealous?" After the passion, she was my baby. Just an

hour ago, we kept a half-meter distance between us when we walked. I denied it, saying stiffly, "No," and she

gently shook my hand away, saying, "Don't be angry, okay?" I was still upset. That's how men are:

even if a woman isn't theirs, they still want her to be loyal! I pulled her close, startling her, and hugged

her, holding her head and kissing her forcefully without a word. My kiss was so domineering, leaving no room for her

resistance ! Finally, as my lungs ran out of oxygen, I let go of her, and we both gasped for breath.

I said to her in an unyielding tone, "Come to my place tonight!" She was silent for a moment, then

got into the car .

I don't know if she felt she wanted to make amends or if she wanted me too, but all I know is that I

won't be able to sleep tonight!

Qing'er and I went into the living room together. The bright lights made her look so beautiful, like a sculpture.

Seeing that she was a little reserved, I took her purse and put it on the coffee table. "Sit wherever you like, it's a bit messy when you're alone,"

I said, grabbing two coats as I did so. She smiled gently and said, "I understand," smoothing

her hair behind her ear before sitting down on the sofa. On the way to the bedroom, I turned off the main light and turned on the wall lamp. The warm

orange light filled the space, creating a hazy, veiled atmosphere.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked Qing'er. Seeing that she didn't give a clear answer, I recommended, "How about trying the red wine

a friend brought back from France?" Qing'er said, "I don't drink alcohol." "That's okay,

it's low in alcohol and good for your skin." Thinking that tonight was entirely our space, I

had already composed myself. After all, it wasn't the process.

I handed Qing'er the smaller glass of red wine. She took the glass and lightly clinked it against mine, saying, "Cheers!" Seeing

her funny face, I chuckled and realized this little woman was actually quite adorable. Amidst the crisp clinking of glasses, Qing'er took

a small sip. "Women are so refined," I thought to myself. I, on the other hand, didn't drink a whole glass;

drinking red wine like that was like a cow trying to eat a peony. Seeing the awkward silence between us, I

suggested She docilely murmured, "Mmm." If it weren't for her later frenzy in bed, I would have been completely

fooled by her gentle demeanor. Normally, I would choose my favorite jazz or heavy metal,

but tonight to set the stage for what was to come and create a harmonious night, I chose a saxophone rendition of

"Spring River Flower Moon Night." The soft saxophone filled the room. Returning to her side and gazing into her eyes,

I understood for the first time what the book meant by "eyes like silk." If I had to find an excuse for what happened later, it would be that her

eyes seduced me, and I had no reason not to hold her in my arms. Under the influence of alcohol, her lips were as red

as cherries. I gently took the glass from her hand and slowly brought my lips closer to Qing'er's. She closed her eyes like

a docile lamb. With my tongue gently exploring, Qing'er's fragrant tongue slowly emerged

, forming the most beautiful sandwich in the world with her tender lips. It had been so long since I'd felt a woman's touch, and the kiss gave my body a noticeable

reaction. My hand slipped inside her collar and parted Qing'er's coat, revealing semi-transparent lace trim that accentuated her full, jade

- like breasts and the alluring triangle of her chest. As I unhooked her bra, Qing'er

understood my needs and said, "Let me take a shower first." "Let's take a bath together," I said with a wicked grin. Qing'er said,

"Dream on." I thought to myself, "Women are shy the first time. Wait till I get my hands on you."

The rushing sound of the shower, and the silhouette against the frosted glass door, all stimulated my tense nerves.

Thinking of the show yet to begin, I took a deep breath. Soon, the sound of the shower subsided.

A moment later she emerged, her hair still wet, wrapped in a towel. "It's your turn," Qing'er

said, fixing her hair. What could describe my feelings about taking a shower? Like a seedling long deprived of water, I hastily

finished my shower and rushed naked to Qing'er on the sofa. With a soft scream from her, I

pulled off her towel and carried her to my bed. Under the light, her body was almost blindingly white, her nipples a deep purple, the

sparse pubic hair barely concealing her alluring mounds. I marveled at how God had created such a perfect woman for men,

adding a touch of brilliance to this ordinary world. Like a hungry wolf, I pressed myself against Qing'er's rounded body. My erect penis, like a rubber

rod, pressed tightly between her legs. Passionate kisses rained down on her body; at that moment, I

wanted to devour the woman beneath me. After scouring her entire body, I took Qing'er's erect nipple into my mouth, tracing

circles . My nimble hands were not idle either, gliding over her flat stomach, climbing her small mound,

parting the sparse grass, searching for her secret paradise. My fingers, in their intense exploration, were led by her cunt to

a warm, sweet depression. Qing'er's plump vulva, like small lips, sucked on my middle finger. With my vigorous

thrusting, Qing'er let out a deep howl like a she-wolf, her sparse pubic hair sticking to her labia majora.

As her body writhed, I inserted my index finger, then my ring finger, my entire left palm grasping Qing'er's vulva.

The continuous moans stimulated my surging nerves. I roughly parted Qing'er's snow-white legs and knelt

at the very center of her body. Her M-shaped thighs completely exposed her vulva to me. Her full

labia majora were swollen to a deep red, while her thin labia minora were as beautiful as unfolding roses. The shame of staring directly at her made her futilely try to cover her most private parts with her small hands. How pale

they were in front of my erect penis . 　　The bulging veins coiled like twisted dragons around my purplish-red penis, and clear fluid oozed from the tip. 　　With my right hand, I guided my thick, erect penis, aiming it at the point where her labia minora disappeared and her labia majora met. I slowly and forcefully pushed it in. Although her abundant love juices had completely soaked her vulva, Qing'er's grip was surprisingly tight. The penetration wasn't a rapid, forceful push; it was a steady, slow insertion. Under the pressure of my large penis, Qing'er's thin labia completely disappeared, feeling like a deeply encased rubber sheath, the pleasure shooting from head to toe like lightning. Even Qing'er, who was completely engorged by me, hadn't expected my penis to be so thick and long. Here's a glimpse of my thing—it's 18 centimeters tall, hehe. The satisfaction on Qing'er's face made me understand the greatness of men. 　　Her body writhed like a snake, yearning for my thrusts. I began to slowly pump in and out, very slowly but completely, pulling out just as I was about to leave the opening. I could hear a soft "pop" from Qing'er's vulva, like a cork being uncorked from a warm water bottle, before I thrust it all the way in again, aiming at the slightly exposed opening. Throughout this process, I witnessed Qing'er 's expression shift from disappointment and emptiness at the pull-out to satisfaction and bliss at the insertion. As her love juices flowed, my large penis moved with ease, quickly going in and out. The whole room was filled with the squeaking of my thrusts and the slapping of my thighs against her plump buttocks . Qing'er moaned loudly, her face full of seductive allure, stimulating my nerves. Suddenly, my lower back tightened; years of experience made me pull out my penis with lightning speed. I couldn't get off so quickly. 　　"What's wrong?" Qing'er asked me with a resentful look. "Hehe, what are you afraid of? I'm Superman. Now get on top ." 　　The woman in bed was so obedient, especially the one who wasn't satisfied yet. She sat , and I thrust my erect penis straight into her body at a 90-degree angle. "Honey, you're so big!" I thought I misheard , haha, calling me husband. "Much bigger than yours, right?" I asked proudly. She nodded and then tilted her body back a 10-degree angle, moving up and down. Later, she told me this was her favorite position. Because my penis was very hard, this angle made my penis flex a little painfully, but seeing her infatuated look, how could I bear to tell her? With some free time, I began to admire Qing'er's almost perfect body. Her white breasts, like two big papayas, rose and fell . 　　After we both got into it, she never stopped moaning. I finally understood what a writer meant when he said, " Give a woman a safe enough place, and she can be so wanton that your nose bleeds!" After her almost stiff and rough handling of me for over a hundred strokes, she increased the frequency of her thrusts, leaning her body even more backward. I tightened my abdomen, allowing my large penis to penetrate her body even deeper and more intensely. After seven or eight almost frantic thrusts, she immediately cried out, "Good husband, I'm coming!" Qing'er's body began to convulse irregularly, her thighs trembling uncontrollably . I could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions inside her. I held the woman in my arms, letting her calm the aftershocks of her orgasm against my chest. I gently climbed onto her limp body lying on the bed, and with some effort, I placed a large pillow under her lower abdomen. Her snow-white buttocks were raised high towards me. I grasped my slightly limp penis, stroked it a few times in Qing'er's honeyed crevice, and then firmly inserted it. I pressed my entire body tightly against hers, using every inch of my skin to savor the sensations Qing'er gave me. As a writer once said, "Give a woman a safe enough place, and she can be so wanton that you'll bleed from your nose!" 　　After her almost stiff and rough handling for over a hundred strokes, she increased the frequency of her thrusts, leaning her body back heavily. I tightened my abdomen, allowing my large penis to penetrate her body even deeper and more intensely . After seven or eight almost frantic thrusts, she immediately cried out, "Good husband, I'm coming!" Qing'er's body began to convulse irregularly , her thighs trembling uncontrollably. I could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions inside her. I held the woman in my arms, letting her calm the aftershocks of her orgasm against my chest. I gently climbed onto her limp body lying on the bed, and with some effort, I placed a large pillow under her lower abdomen. Her snow-white buttocks were raised high towards me. I grasped my slightly limp penis, rubbed it a few times in Qing'er's honeyed crevice, and then steadily inserted it. I pressed my entire body tightly against hers , using every inch of my skin to savor the sensations Qing'er gave me.

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