My Happy Sex Life

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I am a woman with a very high sex drive, and for a long time I was ashamed of it. After getting married, I was too embarrassed to initiate sexual activity with my husband, afraid he would call me promiscuous. I would masturbate privately. Later, I discovered my husband was having an affair, and I was so angry that I divorced him. Looking back now, it seems like an overreaction, but I was furious at the time.
After the divorce, life was alright. I'm rather introverted and don't have many social activities; my life was uneventful. The most enjoyable thing about my day was probably masturbating before bed. Accompanied by sexual fantasies, I could quickly reach orgasm.
Although I could take care of myself, it wasn't quite enough. I met some men I liked in real life and online, but because of my personality, I always reluctantly refused whenever they asked me to take things further.
Later, I met Xiaojing. He was once one of my clients, in his thirties, very mature and humorous. I felt very comfortable with him from the first meeting. He also seemed attracted to me. Later, he told me that it was my fair skin and full buttocks that attracted him. Haha, what a scoundrel.
My friendship with Xiaojing quickly progressed to the bedroom. He was truly a wonderful lover, both romantic and sexually stimulating. I never knew sex could bring me such pleasure. You could say he opened up my sexual paradise.
Six months later, I became a full-fledged "slut." This was the result of his encouragement; he taught me that being a "slut" wasn't bad at all, but rather something a woman could be proud of. Yes, being "slutty" brings joy to oneself and one's lover, and it doesn't harm anyone else—why not be slutty
? We maintained our friendship and often met up to make love. When we couldn't see each other for a long time, reminiscing about the happy times we spent together was my greatest joy. There are too many stories to recount; I'll just pick a few to share for my own amusement.
Extreme Orgasm
When masturbating, I felt that the intensity of orgasms varied, but they were generally similar. But the orgasms Xiaojing gave me completely overturned my concept.
I remember it was a weekend night. We were both in a good mood. We made love once, then took a shower and watched porn together.
Of course, I got wet quickly and started to flirt with him, but he acted cool. I gave him oral sex, and soon he was moaning with pleasure—that was my proudest moment.
But after all that effort, he was still enjoying himself and didn't seem interested in having sex with me. So I had to take the initiative and force myself on him.
He laughed and said, "You little slut, don't worry, I'll treat you well tonight." He gave me a wicked look.
I took it as flirting and ignored him. I sat on him, inserted my penis into my vagina, and started stroking it. It felt good, but the position wasn't very intense, so it wasn't very satisfying.
I begged him to have sex with me. After I uttered a series of lewd words, he finally got up, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and I spread my legs wide, lifting them high. He squeezed and slapped my fully exposed, wet vulva. It felt so good. Then he thrust in all the way in, holding my buttocks with both hands, and began to fuck me vigorously. The slapping sounds of our bodies mingled with my cries, filling the world with pleasure.
A few minutes later, I felt a current flow from my vagina upwards. I knew my orgasm was about to begin, and my cries rose eight octaves as I shouted, "My darling, harder, I'm coming..."
But then he slowed down, leaning over me and gently stroking my breasts, kissing me. His lower body slowly stopped.
I was so anxious! I knew he hadn't ejaculated yet, and I kept urging him on. He didn't move, so I tried to move my hips myself, but I lacked the strength.
He didn't pull out, but stopped moving, picked me up, and sat me on the sofa, kissing my ears and cheeks while murmuring sweet nothings.
Though I felt unsatisfied, I could only chat with him. After a while, my emotions subsided. Just
as I was about to get up to clean myself, he suddenly became "beastly," flipping me onto the sofa and fucking me from behind.
He fucked me from behind with tremendous force, saying his buttocks were thick and he wasn't afraid of hurting me. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, my buttocks twisting and arching backward, fighting back against him.
While he fucked me, he would occasionally slap my buttocks with his hands—ah, I loved it! The harder the slaps, the more I liked it; I guess I have a bit of a masochistic tendency.
But just as I was about to climax, he slowed down again, finally stopping. He left me suspended in mid-air once more.
I got angry and said, "What's wrong with you! Are you deliberately torturing me?"
He grinned mischievously and said, "You don't understand, this is called quenching. You have great potential; you won't come out without quenching."
I ignored him, turned around, and went into the bathroom to clean myself.
He followed me in, smiling apologetically, kissing and touching me, "I'm sorry, my little slut, I didn't satisfy you. I have to make it up to you."
I said, "How can you make it up to me
?" He said, "Then I'll give you oral sex."
I laughed and said, "Who cares!"
He carried me back to the bedroom, put me on the bed, still in a wide-legged position, and he knelt on the floor, his mouth pressed against my vulva, licking it vigorously. His oral sex was really amazing; he knew exactly what I wanted. Soon, I felt a surge of heat inside me. Wow, I'd never felt anything like it before. I can't describe it; it was like all the sensation in my body was concentrated in my vagina, and the rest of my body felt empty, while my vagina was incredibly sensitive.
I was afraid he would "cool me down" again, so I tried to keep my moans relatively quiet, but he still sensed it; my vagina had probably given itself away. He stopped and started kissing my stomach and breasts. I felt so wronged, I almost cried.
He got into bed and held me, saying unrelated things until I calmed down.
He pushed me to the brink of orgasm several times, then withdrew. (How could he resist
?) It was probably midnight. I said, "I'm tired, let's go to sleep."
He pointed to his hard penis and said, "He won't." Then he rubbed my vagina with his hand and sucked on my nipple.
Slowly, my vagina became wet again, and he started to thrust slowly, occasionally letting me change positions so I wouldn't get tired.
My emotions surged again. He made me kneel on the bed with my buttocks raised high. He held my buttocks with both hands and started to thrust rapidly and hard. I was afraid he would give up halfway, so I didn't dare to make a sound.
He didn't say anything, just varied the speed and intensity, thrusting continuously, often bending down to rub my clitoris and breasts.
I felt a terrible tide slowly swelling inside me, surging from my vagina straight to my head.
He thrust faster and harder, holding me with one hand and slapping my buttocks with the other
. I involuntarily screamed, "Darling, please! Don't stop, I beg you!"
The torrent erupted unstoppably; I'd never felt anything so intense, even a little scared, afraid I couldn't bear it. But I couldn't stop, not even if I died! Nothing else mattered in the world at that moment; I had only one thought: I couldn't stop!
I screamed hoarsely, "Baby, dear daddy, don't stop! Fuck me to death! I beg you! Fuck...fuck...fuck me to death!"
This time he didn't stop, but continued to thrust wildly. Suddenly, I felt a powerful electric current strike me; my body was out of my control, trembling involuntarily. The muscles of my vagina, anus, and entire genital area were spasming. The immense pleasure threw me to the heavens. My mind was screaming, but no sound came out. My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't see anything. Hot tears streamed down my face, mixing with saliva at my mouth.
I don't know how long this orgasm lasted before I slowly regained consciousness. I was lying in his arms.
He gently kissed me.
"You're so beautiful." These were the first words I heard after the orgasm.
My anus blossomed
. Xiaojing missed the chance to deflower me, but he did "bloom" for me. In other words, he was the one who performed my first anal sex. He loved anal sex; in fact, we did it every time we made love afterward, even more often than before.
He called the anus a "round b," and once joked that a vertical b was for playing with, while a round b was for fucking.
The first time happened very naturally. He penetrated me from behind, gently rubbing my anus as he did so; it was very gentle and didn't feel uncomfortable.
Then, he dipped his finger in my vaginal fluid and tried to insert it into my anus. I stopped him, mainly because I was afraid he'd get something dirty on it. It would be embarrassing.
Later, as he got more excited, he stopped caring and pushed his luck, wanting to penetrate me from behind.
I was really into it, so I agreed to try. I was still a little scared; I'd heard it would hurt a lot. But because I was excited, I didn't care about the pain.
He applied a lot of lubricant, put on a condom, and had me raise my buttocks. Then he tried to insert it. I was nervous and failed several times.
He was very patient, stroking my buttocks and praising how sexy they were, how white and full they were, and how slim my waist was.
From behind, just looking at them was enough to make my blood boil…
I found it very appealing, and gradually I relaxed.
He first inserted a finger, letting me experience how to move it in and out. Once I was comfortable, he moved it fully. He held me with one hand and tried to spread my buttocks wider with the other. I lay face down, freeing both hands to spread my buttocks as wide as possible.
My anus was now completely exposed, and I felt his glans against me. After adjusting the angle, he began to penetrate. His penis wasn't very long, but the glans was large, and I clearly felt a tightness in my anus. At the slightest discomfort, he stopped.
He tried again, and soon his glans was fully inside. He sighed, "I said the big head is in! How's it going
?" Aside from some swelling, I didn't feel much pain. I told him, "It's okay, keep going."
He held my waist and slowly pushed in until finally, my buttocks were against his lower abdomen, and he was fully inside! We both stopped moving, quietly savoring the feeling, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
He lay on my back, his hands kneading my breasts.
After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and laughed, "Are you trying to crush me?"
He then stood up, stroking my buttocks, and exclaimed, "So beautiful! This snow-white buttock, and I'm right inside her." Then he started thrusting, slowly, but still quickly ejaculated.
He laughed, "A round pussy is definitely better than a vertical one. Although I didn't orgasm, the feeling was different, very exciting. There wasn't the legendary pain, it was very bearable.
" From then on, anal sex became a regular part of our lovemaking, greatly enriching our sex life.
He said, "The stimulation of anal sex is mostly psychological and visual. Watching yourself squeeze into that little anus is indescribable."
I said, "You're the only one enjoying it. I'm facing the sheets with my back to the sky, what visual experience is there!" "
I was just joking, but I didn't expect him to take it so seriously. The next time he came, he brought a video camera.
After I lay down, he found the right angle, connected it to the TV, and put the TV on the bedside table. Ha! My own backyard was completely exposed. I had never observed my own genitals so closely and clearly before. My labia majora were already swollen and bulging. Because I was kneeling, my vulva was parted, and the vaginal fluid seeping out was clearly visible. And looking at my anus, it was tightly sealed, I really didn't know how such a big thing could fit inside.
At this moment, a finger came up. He was applying oil to my anus, inside and out, he was quite methodical. While he was doing it, he was giving me an anatomy lesson: "Look at these two holes, they are actually only separated by a layer of skin..."
His large glans came into my view. It looked particularly big on the TV, and I was really a little scared. He comforted me while he began to insert it
. The glans was pressed against my anus, looking completely disproportionate. My poor little chrysanthemum!
When I felt a tightness in my rear, the glans was already halfway in. With another push, it slid in smoothly—it was unbelievable! Seeing my anus, which had been perfectly closed just moments before, being forcibly pried open was so stimulating!
When it was fully inside, I even felt a real pleasure, a different kind of pleasure than with the front.
That night, my orgasm came during anal sex. Although he was also stimulating my clitoris and breasts at the same time, it definitely came during anal sex—a different feeling, but the same pleasure. A Different Kind of
Pleasure
I never get bored having sex with Xiaojing. He's never the type to just have sex right away, ejaculate, and then go to sleep. He
has a very rich imagination when it comes to sex. Sometimes it's too rich, constantly coming up with new and exciting ways to tease me. However, later on, my creativity wasn't inferior to his. I often thought of new ways to play and waited to try them out when I saw him
. As mentioned earlier, his famous saying is: "The vagina is for playing with, and the anus is for fucking." Actually, he plays with everything, often prioritizing play over fucking.
We've accumulated a huge collection of sex toys, all kinds—enough to open a shop!
I usually like to give him oral sex first. I find oral sex erotic and enjoy it, hearing him moan with pleasure. When he's hard, I get wet. Then he usually starts "torturing" me.
I mostly like to lie on a recliner at home, legs spread and resting on the armrests, my vagina spread out in front of him. There are sex toys around, and he plays with them patiently, like tending to flowers. I often joke that he's a diligent gardener.
I have a habit of shaving my pubic hair, and he likes my pubic area clean. If he finds any stubble, he'll shave it for me. Besides oral massage, he also uses a special small, palm-sized rubber mat to gently pat my vulva, which feels incredibly good
. Then he would let me try out various types, and he often did some research. For example, he would insert a dildo into my anus, and then put his hand into my vagina to "meet" with the dildo from behind, asking me how it felt.
Sometimes he liked to find my G-spot, putting one hand inside my vagina and the other on my lower abdomen, touching and probing my G-spot, often bringing me to orgasm. He would then think he had found the G-spot, but it seemed to be different every time.
His technique was always very precise and gentle. Although he did all sorts of things, he rarely made me feel uncomfortable; most of the time it was very comfortable.
If I orgasmed, he would let me rest for a while, chat with me for a bit, and then have sex with me again.
When he's going to do anal sex, he usually blocks the front entrance first. He wraps a banana in a condom and inserts it into my vagina, then wipes the vaginal fluid with a towel, seals the vulva with medical tape (to prevent it from slipping out), lubricates the anus, and slaps my buttocks. I know everything is ready, so I roll over and kneel down, and he slips into my anus.
Having done this so many times, my anus is already very flexible. As long as there's enough lubrication, it's just as smooth as the front. And the contraction force at the anus is much stronger than at the vaginal opening, so if I exert any force, he'll groan. But he's also developed a knack for it; he doesn't easily give up and has some strength.
We'll even change positions occasionally, making me lie down (so pitiful!), and he'll do anal sex from the front.
However, during the final sprint, we both preferred to switch to the doggy style. That way, it went in deeper and the thrusting was more intense. I especially loved it when he slapped my buttocks—the slapping sounds, the crisp slapping, the pain in my buttocks, and the pleasure of my anus pulling at my vagina and clitoris—it was indescribable!
Afterwards, that "door banana" (referring to the anal sphincter) was always mushy. Of course, with him thrusting through the door and me squeezing during orgasm, how could it not be mushy?
Here, I want to clarify a misconception: some people say that frequent anal sex will cause the anus to lose its grip and lead to fecal incontinence—that's complete nonsense. The anal sphincter muscles are very elastic. Unless the sphincter is as thick as an arm, it won't tear. With sufficient lubrication, it's actually a good workout. I feel my anal sphincter's contraction strength has increased. We've actually researched and experimented with this.
I've seen porn where foreign women's anuses are stretched so wide—it's terrifying. Out of sexual curiosity, I wanted to see how wide I could open, and he, of course, supported me. He patiently used the dildo, gradually widening it until I felt I had reached my limit. He handed me a mirror so I could observe for myself. Good heavens, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was huge! It almost squeezed the vaginal opening away.
He wouldn't miss such a lewd scene, and immediately took close-up photos. After pulling it out, a large round hole was indeed left, and we took a commemorative photo. However, the hole quickly contracted, and with some anal contractions, it quickly returned to its original state.
However, if it wasn't pulled out during orgasm, the anus would "fix" for a period of time. This is because during orgasm, the anal sphincter contracts strongly, holding it in place and thus fixing its shape. After pulling it out, the anus remains a small round hole, and when trying to contract the anus, it doesn't obey (it freezes), remaining open for quite a while. But if, through other stimulation, another orgasm occurs, with no obstruction in the anus, the orgasmic contractions will automatically tighten it.
We often went through this routine, which he jokingly called "fucking me until the flowers bloom and fade.
" Usually, when we're together, it's at least one round of "flower bloom and fade." Sometimes, when we're in a good mood, two rounds in one night are common. Even now, my anus is fine, and it seems to be getting stronger.
Once, he sprained his ankle playing ball and couldn't move around easily, so he had to let me arrange things.
I came up with a plan, which we later called "secretly striking the golden branch."
I had him sit on a recliner, inserted a vibrating egg into my vagina, and then, facing each other, I inserted his penis into my anus. We sat embracing, face to face, breasts to chest, vulva to lower abdomen, and his penis to my anus—so tender and sweet!
We remained motionless, whispering sweet nothings and lewd remarks: "My darling, does it feel good? Fuck me, mmm... mmm, fuck me, fuck my little asshole."
He quickly became aroused, his erections rising and falling. I responded by squeezing hard, but he couldn't move much, feeling restless. Seeing his anxious expression made me happy; it was time for me to teach him a lesson.
But eventually, I couldn't hold back either. I turned on the vibrator, starting slowly. The vibrator gently vibrated inside my vagina, and my little brother next door immediately felt the stimulation, groaning.
The vibrator's speed gradually increased, becoming more and more intense. We both cried out. On the surface, we were just holding each other, but inside, a turbulent surge was taking place. The vibrator was wreaking havoc in my vagina, directly vibrating the head of my penis, which was pressed deep inside my anus. He couldn't take it; his facial expression changed, and he held me tightly. I felt like I was ascending to heaven, my arms gripping him tightly, desperately rubbing my vulva against his pubic bone, trying to pull him deeper into my anus.
When the vibrator reached its high speed, we both went into overdrive. The vibrator bounced wildly inside my vagina and ejaculated in my anus, our vaginas and anuses convulsing...
I rolled my eyes back, unable to move. His orgasm subsided faster; he pried the switch out of my hand and turned off the vibrator.
Afterward, we collapsed onto the recliner like rag dolls and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I can't take it anymore. Just writing this makes my mind race, and I can't help myself. I miss him... I'm stopping here. I'll write about our threesome story when I have more free time and the mood.

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