The story of a mature woman

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Today I'm commemorating the memories of the past six months. This is a true story, so please forgive any shortcomings in my writing.
I met her on a chat app in March, just as the weather was gradually warming up. I'm a 90s kid, a graduate student studying clinical medicine. Of course, master's and doctoral students work in hospitals, which is very hard work and doesn't pay, only receiving government subsidies. She was thirteen years older than me. I greeted her first, and then we started chatting. She was quite enthusiastic, while I chatted indifferently, occasionally making a flirtatious remark. Perhaps it was my interests and conversation that attracted her, and our feelings gradually grew through online chats. At that time, I also had casual sex partners, and we would sometimes stay in hotels while on duty or during work hours. Some of my casual sex partners later became friends, and some were one-night stands (I'm easy to get along with, and rarely have one-night stands unless it's not a long-term commitment in Beijing or we just couldn't connect—maybe it's a difference in our social classes). By the way, let me mention my background again. As I mentioned before, I'm 181cm tall, and I was passionate about fitness during my undergraduate years; I knew people in that industry. Back then, my weight was unstable. They say fitness can be addictive, and now it's been over three years since I last exercised, though I occasionally go for a run, and my weight is 75 kg. As for my looks, well, there's not much to say about men, but I'm definitely not ugly. My family background is very average; we come from a poor family in a small town. One day, I went to my advisor's drinking party, a high-class place (although I never like these kinds of situations, I had no choice but to go drinking). I'd been chatting with her for a few days, drinking and talking, and she often flirted with me. After drinking a bit, I went back to my place and continued chatting with her. I don't know what I said that made her a little angry, so I directly sent her a voice message. We talked for an hour, and finally, we calmed down. Then, she sent me a picture of her private parts for the first time (it was a long time ago, and the picture is long gone). I looked at it; it was still wet with vaginal fluid, slippery. But I wasn't particularly excited or surprised; it wasn't like I was flirting, I was just checking if she would comply. She said this was the first time she'd sent this picture to anyone, and she'd met up online before. Before we met, we talked about some things, including her divorce and how many people she'd slept with. She said she'd been around 30 in her life. I said I was still quite innocent, only about ten (including a few relationships). We talked about our first loves and our first time together. For example, my first love lasted a long time, and I was heartbroken when we broke up. My first time with my first love was a gradual process, taking a lot of time, because I was still very naive back then. Her first time was with a married man, an older, scumbag. Looking back, it seems like many girls develop a slight attraction to older men as they grow up. During our conversation, we talked a lot about art, which I genuinely enjoy, having read and watched a lot of literature, philosophy, and films. I said dystopia is just sensationalism and recommended Michel Foucault's *History of Sexuality* (she said she didn't understand it), and then recommended *The Kidnapped Private Life of a Tang Monk* (she said she didn't want to watch it). I said recommending anything else would be like giving a basic introduction to our major courses, and since she already knew the basics, or I could demonstrate it for her myself. She smiled and said, "Okay, okay." She said she masturbates frequently and has a fairly strong libido. Sometimes, when she wants to, she gets wet watching kissing scenes in TV shows and movies. I said I like it when you give me oral sex, and asked if she could do it well. She said she could give me blowjobs. I was speechless. She jokingly asked if I was good at it. I said I once hooked up with a 31-year-old woman and was scared of her (this is true; she had hemorrhoids, was very thin, quite tall, and wore a perfume I really disliked, so I didn't even want to do it, but later it felt great). I also told her the details of that one-night stand. She said she had only been with one man, and that man wasn't very good. The woman was good at oral sex, and my slight SM aroused her a lot. I made her lick my anus and toes; it was the first time I'd been licked like that, and it felt good. I think it stimulated me and made me perform exceptionally well. The next day when I went to work, the woman kept saying she was relieved. Getting back to the main point, she said she had a vibrator (she had broken several before) and a sex machine (she didn't like it and stopped using it). She told me she could masturbate to the point of orgasm. Maybe the girls I'd slept with before were too young, and I'd never seen anyone orgasm like that. Our conversation deepened, and we agreed to meet for sex. After some consideration, I arranged to meet at her house, jokingly offering to make dumplings for me. She probably needed it then, agreeing to meet at her house on our first meeting, choosing to trust me before even meeting in person—that's rare for a woman. I hadn't seen her face clearly, only that she had a good figure and wasn't just anyone. For me, it didn't matter where we met. Saying we'd eat dumplings was pointless; I'm never really sexually driven. I had requirements for her. First, I needed to see her looks, then we needed to chat and get to know each other before moving on. I couldn't handle purely physical intimacy. The first time I went to her house, my phone had no signal before I entered the room, which made me a little wary. I wondered if she was a scammer, or if she was involved in organ trafficking. "If she were, she must be part of a gang; she should be hiring me," I thought, chuckling to myself as I knocked on the door. My first impression of her after we went in was that she was a bit darker than in the photos. Although women are often misrepresented in pictures, she was otherwise very beautiful. We chatted for a while, and I felt a little shy in comparison. I sat on the sofa, keeping a certain distance, as if we hadn't talked about anything inappropriate before, and I couldn't say those things in person. Knowing I was satisfied with her, I mustered up my courage, walked around her shoulder, brushed her hair aside, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her. The kiss was wet and intense. After kissing for a while, I pressed her to the ground, unzipped my pants, took out my throbbing penis, and made her suck it. One hand hung naturally at my sides, and the other rested on her head without applying any pressure. She was quite skilled at oral sex; she was very wet, made sounds, and didn't immediately stimulate my sensitive spots. I watched her, and she would occasionally look up at me, continuing to work hard with her mouth. After a while, I was about to help her up to have sex with her when she reminded me that she had told me the day before that she might get her period, and it had indeed started today. She said she'd give me oral sex, so I lowered her head. Oral sex often makes it difficult to ejaculate, so I tried to focus on the sensation. I started pressing down on her head with my hands, and she would sometimes tilt her head back to look at the ceiling, or close her eyes and enjoy it. Once I felt it, I used both hands to press on her head, grabbing her hair, and increased the pressure. When it went too deep, reaching her throat, I pulled it out forcefully, the thin strands still connecting her lips and my penis. Then she swallowed it back down like a wolf, and finally, I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed it all. Afterwards, our plans to make dumplings were ruined, and we ordered takeout dumplings.
Something else happened during this time. During our first chat, she asked if I had a girlfriend (a topic we'd never discussed before). I said no, but I was seeing a girl I was really close to. Between our first and second meeting, I slept with that girl, a rich girl. I told her about it the second time.
During our second meeting, we had sex, and she screamed very loudly; I reckon the whole building could hear her. Her genitals were incredibly slippery, like sinking into mud, irresistible. Her ass was exceptionally plump and soft, creating a wavy motion during penetration. "Slap me. Slap me," she cried, urging me to slap her face. I called her a slut while slapping her face and breasts, and of course, her ass was inevitably slapped during penetration, until it was red. We changed positions and fucked her until she orgasmed, screaming even louder during her climax.
Later, I often visited her because we got along better and frequently watched movies together. Our feelings deepened, and I broke up with that girl and got together with her. For a considerable period, we exercised and studied together. During that time, we only had sex once a month. I didn't have much desire then; it wasn't that I was tired of her, nor had I hooked up with anyone else. Actually, I did hook up with others while we were together. But we didn't have sex, and it wasn't really hooking up; I just read to lonely women and earned some money. That woman was so ugly, fat, and greasy, I won't go into details.
But what solved my predicament of heightened libido during her period was that I explored her anus. The first time I explored her anus was in a 69 position while she was giving me oral sex. I moistened my fingers with my saliva and then slowly inserted them into her anus. She moaned softly and continued giving oral sex. I asked her how it felt, and she said it was a little strange. I asked if it hurt, and she said no. Seeing that she was enjoying it, I switched to thicker fingers and discovered that she not only didn't feel the urge to defecate (of course, I'm sure she had already defecated and washed; we're quite clean, and this might have been her consideration for my profession. I believe most men understand that after touching the anus, you shouldn't touch the vagina), but she also seemed to enjoy it. So I took the hand cream from the bedside table, put it in my hand, and applied it to her anus. It became much more lubricated, so I was able to try all my fingers, and even inserted my middle and ring fingers into her anus simultaneously. Then I stopped giving oral sex and used a condom for anal sex. I didn't expect her to moan so enthusiastically. On our first time doing anal sex, I was able to fully move after only a short while, which made me quite happy. Afterwards, I put my finger near her nose, and she said, "Why does it smell so good?" I said, "This is your anus. It smells so good after I inserted my finger into it." She said seriously, "Really? I never knew that. Where else can it smell good? Do other people smell like this?" I said, "No. You're gifted." At first, I thought she was just being cute, but half an hour later, I asked her and she genuinely believed her anus smelled good. I said it was hand cream, and we both laughed. Later, we bought anal plugs, some sex toys, and so on. We even took pictures.
When we're together, we often play games and make her laugh a lot. That's a bit childish of me; that's just my personality. I remember once after exercising, I hadn't washed my feet and was wearing shoes that smelled really bad, and I made her cry from smelling them. That's just her adorable personality. She said I was disgusting, filthy, and pornographic, and I laughed and pounced on her.
She once performed an orgasm in front of me, saying she could control it. I said, "You're really better than most women." The funniest thing is that sometimes she takes my jokes very seriously. I always thought she knew I was joking, but she took them so seriously that she'd even use those same jokes to tease me during arguments, almost making me burst out laughing. This has happened more than once or twice, but I only remember one instance where she said during an argument that she didn't care about the specifics of my threesome experiences I'd shared with her. Here
's what happened: Initially, I wanted to try a threesome or wife-swapping, and I told her (of course, I respected her opinion). I was more open-minded; it's just biology, and I understand the nature of sex. I said it wouldn't affect my feelings for her, and it was up to her. I said even if she tried it with someone else first, I knew her heart was with me, and she wouldn't worry; otherwise, that would be petty. She agreed, and we discussed who to find. After much discussion, we decided that finding a single man or woman, or a couple with decent looks and high moral character, would take time, and that's exactly what we lacked. (I've fantasized about friends.) Later I found out she was just joking. I wanted to try it, but she wasn't really interested. To seduce her and flirt, I would sometimes tell her dirty stories before bed, things like my own experiences. One day, she said, "You always talk about 'pushing butts, pushing butts,' have you really done a threesome?" I said yes, and whispered in her ear, "Yes, I really have." In college, my girlfriend and I rented an apartment near the university. We often stayed home on weekends and had sex. Sometimes my girlfriend's roommates would come over to hang out. One of her younger sisters came to work and had nowhere to stay, so she stayed at our apartment for a while. I slept on the sofa or in my dorm room. One time, after drinking, I inexplicably had sex in front of that younger sister. Because I had fantasized about it with my girlfriend before, while I was on top of her, the younger sister pretended to be dazed. I went over, pulled her up, let her touch my waist, and then tried to penetrate my girlfriend from behind, having the younger sister push my butt. The younger sister was quite open-minded, and with the alcohol, and having previously shown interest in me... Later, I let her touch my girlfriend, and my girlfriend touched her back. It naturally led to the girl taking off her clothes, and the three of us had sex for the first time. This relationship continued for a week, during which we did various threesome things and talked a lot. What struck me most was that the girl said she had secretly watched her parents having sex when she was little, and had also discovered her mother cheating on her (though she didn't see anything specific, she said it was just a guess). Her father worked in an office at a winery, and her mother was a primary school teacher… After I finished talking, she said she was very wet down there. I pretended to ignore her, and she went to masturbate with a vibrator. I watched, took out my penis, and only let her smell it, not letting her suck it or let him touch it, and I didn't touch her, while calling her a slut. I said I'd find many men to fuck her, and she agreed to all of them. Until she squirted. This threesome story was, of course, fake. We didn't even rent a place to live, and her agreement was just something she said during sex. Plus, the time cost was too high, so I gave up the idea of a threesome and wife-swapping.
Later, when we were together, there were many happy moments, but also many arguments. Perhaps it's the anxiety of a woman approaching middle age. Thinking about too many things. I also have academic and work pressures, and no stable income. We've broken up three times; the first two times it didn't last more than a week, and I was the one who went to see her. This time, the breakup happened on the winter solstice, before I even had a chance to eat dumplings. I had no energy for anything, and seemingly no libido. My phone still holds what this woman called the most adorable and unexpected parts of her life; I wonder if she'll ever have that childlike joy again. It really is the winter solstice.

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