Wrong love

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The increasingly intense 　　, misguided love between the older woman and younger man
... The sky is blue, a gentle breeze caresses my cheek. I'm already a mature woman over thirty, and I know very well that no man can truly love me. I'm a woman who knows how to enjoy solitude, and a well-mannered mature woman—dignified, virtuous, and elegant. I work hard and have a good income and position at the company. A small, delicate face, long black hair tied in an alluring ponytail, a refined and intelligent beauty, quiet and reserved, with a cold, captivating gaze and slightly pursed lips, exuding a provocative and sexy mature woman's aura, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally keeping people at a distance. Deep down, there's a fragile vulnerability hidden within, a stubborn, solitary life in a big city far from home. Calling me a "leftover woman" is too heavy a word; a more accurate description would be a single, petit-bourgeois woman. Perhaps it's fate, but you, this young man from Shandong who just started working at the company, often pester me with questions. I remember the day we first met, you quietly entered my heart, so gentle and charming, so radiant. We worked together, ate together—seemingly ordinary things—yet without us realizing it subtly changed our way of interacting. You were no longer humble, polite, and distant; instead, you revealed your most innocent, willful, and carefree side, like a child. Our conversations were no longer limited to work; we shared snippets of our lives. Sometimes you would even stroke my cheek, playfully pinch my face, or occasionally give me a sweet, innocent kiss.
One rainy night after working overtime, I knew you still had to ride your bike home, and I kept urging you to hurry up and pack, but you didn't seem to mind, slowly arranging your documents, smiling and laughing with me. When it was time to leave work, you walked to my side with an umbrella and accompanied me to the bus stop. I wanted to politely decline, worried that it would be more dangerous for you to ride your bike later, but you smiled and replied, "Sis, the bike's nearby anyway, I'll walk with you."
The umbrella was slightly tilted, as if you were worried I'd get wet. Even so, the drizzle still soaked my clothes; the thin t-shirt clung to my full breasts, my delicate nipples faintly erect. I looked at you shyly, but you were as natural and poised as ever. In that short ten-minute walk, my heart was no longer calm; it was churning with turbulent emotions. Finally, we reached the bus stop, and you whispered, "Be careful on the road, goodbye," before walking off in the opposite direction. Watching your retreating figure, my eyes welled with tears. Later, I learned that your bicycle was parked near your company, and that ten-minute walk was entirely out of concern; you wanted to see me leave safely. Time and again, rain or shine, you always accompanied me. That thoughtfulness and gentleness might not be apparent to others, but my previously frozen heart was gradually melting for you. As time went by, I knew I had fallen for you, captivated by your thoughtfulness, your gentleness, and the warmth that was always there for me. I secretly mustered my courage and made a decision, telling myself I was willing to do anything for you, to give you everything.
That very day, at the company's year-end dinner, you seemed to have had a couple more drinks than usual. As usual, you saw me off to my bus stop but walked in the opposite direction. Before I knew it, we were at the company dormitory entrance. You shyly took my hand and said, "Sis, I've had too much to drink. Keep me company and let's chat. It's not the alcohol I'm drinking, it's loneliness." I knew I couldn't refuse you, but before I could answer, you pulled me into the room. You looked at me with bleary eyes and said, "Sis, what's wrong? Let's go get some braised food. It's the end of the year tonight, have a couple of drinks with me." I retorted, "More?! You're already drunk. We can only have a little. I have to go to work tomorrow, I need to go home early." Despite this, I obediently went back to the kitchen and got a plate of braised beef. You pulled me down to sit, then bent down to remove my black three-inch pointed high heels. Instantly, my large, translucent, snow-white feet were revealed, impossible to hide from. My soles were delicately white with a hint of pink, exquisitely shaped, while the skin on the insteps was smooth and fine. Through the delicate, translucent skin, one could faintly see the beautiful, tiny blood vessels deep beneath the skin. My feet were long and slender, seemingly boneless, with slender yet full ankles, graceful curves, and slightly high arches. At the heels, one could even see the fine lines of the skin. My toes were even and neat, like ten slender scallions. Although not painted with nail polish, my toenails were like pearls embedded in my delicate white toes. I noticed you were finding it increasingly interesting, and your lower body began to stir! Suddenly, you seized my ankle and secretly kissed my large, jade-like feet! After the kiss, you respectfully lifted my feet with both hands, brought them close to your lips, and lightly sucked on my big toe! Your tongue gently licked between my toes, and instantly, I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my whole body went weak
, my vision blurred, and I collapsed into your arms. "I noticed it at the company a long time ago, but today is the first time I've seen your bare feet. Your feet are still the sexiest and most beautiful!" Your praise and teasing made me unable to resist and my mind wandered. I felt a momentary loss of balance, and after calming myself down, I stammered, "Thank you for the compliment."
Slightly intoxicated, your large hand had already grabbed my plump buttocks from behind, and you whispered lecherously in my ear, "Sis, what are we going to do tonight?" My face flushed, and I gently pushed you away, lowering my head in silence… You grabbed my hand first, pulling me tightly into your arms, and pointed between your legs, saying, "Sis, I'm drunk, help me take off my pants!" My face burning, I helped you unzip your pants, and there it was, hard and erect… Curious, I pulled down your underwear: so this is what a man's penis looks like! A thick, fleshy rod, thick pubic hair, and round "balls"… "So firm…" you exclaimed, and only then did I realize you had been staring lecherously at my breasts! Your gaze excited me! Yes, here I am, my breasts, come and touch them! I nestled close to you, my delicate hands slightly tugging at my shirt, letting my breasts peek out from the neckline for you to see… I naively thought there was nothing to hide from you. When you saw my soft, white breasts bouncing like little rabbits, your eyes widened, and you grabbed them with both hands, caressing and kneading them! You were really a little drunk, pulling on my penis and saying, “Sis, right here, it’s okay, come kiss me! I’m getting excited.”
I was embarrassed, but unwilling to disobey you, so I squatted between your legs, holding your erect penis, and began my first contact with a man, carefully sucking and licking. You let out a comfortable "uh" and said, "I've had a little wine up here, and now a beautiful woman is licking my cock! Nothing could be better." After saying that, you took a sip of wine, then watched me lick your cock and said, "Sis, your pussy is so wet, I can tell... I know that, you're itching inside too! But I also know you love me, so I'll do whatever you want! I'm sincere! You're not fake to me. I can tell by how wet your pussy is, you're really interested in me!" I blushed deeply, pressed my pretty face against my crotch, frowned, and swayed gently. You seemed to be getting a little carried away, stepped forward and patted my butt, saying, "Sis, you're so sincere to me. It's cold today, let's take our clothes off and chat under the covers in bed." I shyly took your arm and stepped into the bedroom. After undressing, a mature woman's exquisitely sculpted, lustrous body was revealed before you, completely naked. Her breasts, freed from the constraints of clothing, stretched forward even more firmly, like exquisite works of art sculpted from white marble. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and because I had unconsciously kissed you, my lower body was unknowingly soaked! Two striking rosy nipples adorned her mature, firm, snow-white breasts! Her slender, delicate waist, so small it could be grasped in one hand, her smooth, snow-white abdomen, and her beautiful, long, snow-white legs—every part of her was beautiful, every part alluring. Especially her pair of soft, youthful breasts, perched precariously, with delicate, exquisite, and lovely rosy nipples, radiant and lustrous, complemented by the surrounding alluring, delicate pink areolas, resembled shy, unopened flower buds, charming and demure. And then there were her smooth, bare feet, with slender, bright red toes and large, white soles. My pure, flawless, and tender body was completely exposed, shy yet alluring, like a snow lotus bud ready to be plucked. You got excited, said nothing, pulled me onto the bed, pounced on me, and thrust your large, erect penis into me.
"Ah!" you cried out in a muffled voice, as if you were angry. My private parts lay down... there was a lot of water left on the bed... I moaned softly, nervously. Although I was in my thirties, I was still a virgin. After all, it was very exciting to be pinned down by a man for the first time... Now I was completely naked, without any cover. I knew something was about to happen, and I was incredibly nervous... You moved my legs apart and shoved your penis directly into my crotch. It hurt a little at first!
"Ouch..." I cried out, and you suddenly stopped... I saw you stop halfway in, as if you realized it was my first time... I gave you my virginity!
"Brother, it hurts... It's my first time... I, I'm still a virgin."
"...I see... I'm blocked..." You were a little surprised. Did you think I wasn't a virgin all along? But you seemed unable to stop, and suddenly thrust in hard! The pain in my lower body felt like my body was splitting open, and at the same time, bloodstains appeared, dripping the blood of my virginity that I had guarded for so many years!
You stopped inside me, not particularly caring about my virginity. You picked me up and said, "Sister, bear with it, it'll be over soon, really; once it doesn't hurt anymore, you'll feel especially good~ I really can't take it anymore, you insist on letting me have some pleasure!" I nodded, trusting you... We lay naked together for a few minutes, and I felt less pain down there, so you started thrusting in and out of me! But it still hurt a little! I tried my best to hold back, letting you thrust and pump inside me... "Ah! It's so tight!" It felt like a thick, freshly baked charcoal stick was stuffed into my vagina. I cried out, "What is this thing? Is it a man's thing? It feels like a hot charcoal stick, it's burning me!" But you cruelly said, "This is just the beginning. Let's see how wild you get later!" After saying that, you buried your head and fucked me hard, one thrust after another. I couldn't hold back anymore, hugging you and moaning, "Oh my god, oh my, it hurts and itches, ouch! Slow down, this is my first time, are you going to fuck me through? Oh my!"
You grinned lewdly and said, "Your big cock is hard, isn't it? Hot? Fuck! Perfect for fucking your virgin cunt down there, so plump, it's making your cunt water nonstop, your juices are flowing out, it feels so good." You slapped my fat buttocks and said, "Call me Big Cock Brother! Stop pretending to be a virgin, be more slutty!" I was hit, but... I screamed, my face flushed, and said, "Ouch! Oh my god! This is my first time! Please stop hitting me, give me a hug, please stop for a moment." But I was afraid you would laugh at me, and my inferiority complex got the better of me, so I said with a slight reproach, "What's so fun about a virgin like me who's been a virgin for years?" You said, "Sis, you're lucky to have met me! Once you've tasted my big cock, your cunt will be fucked until it's slick, and you won't even look at other men!" He then spread my legs wider, letting his big cock penetrate even deeper. I writhed, moaning and exhaling, shouting, "Your big cock is so hot, like a fire poker! Ugh! It's really burning my cunt. Oh my! My cunt is really going to burst, oh my!"
You kissed my neck while shaking your ass, thrusting in from the side, each time hitting my most sensitive spot, while one hand playfully pinched my clitoris! I really couldn't take it anymore. You grinned lewdly and said, "Sis, don't rush, wait until I roast your big fat cunt into a meat bun, then I'll enjoy you with my wine!" Hearing this, I closed my alluring eyes, bit my lower lip, speechless, my face flushed!
You fucked me for half an hour straight without ejaculating, and I realized you were really powerful after drinking. You got up again and told me to change positions, turning me over so I was kneeling on the bed. You adjusted your position from behind, grabbed my big buttocks hard, and thrust your hot cock against my slippery honey pot. With a forceful thrust, the head of your cock rubbed against my vaginal walls and slid deep inside. I couldn't help but shudder and ejaculate—my first time having sex with a man.
At that moment, I felt a sharp, tingling sensation, almost unable to breathe. As your big cock slowly withdrew, I let out a moan and said, "You're so good at fucking. You're fucking me to death, fucking me to death! Fuck me harder, my cunt is going to tear, I can't take it anymore, oh my god, fuck me to death!"
You looked at me on the bed, still full of energy, and your big cock fucked me harder and harder, saying, "Sis, you're so horny, how's my big cock?"
I was dripping wet, my eyes half-closed, and said horribly, "Amazing, you're really good at fucking, your big cock is so hard and hot, oh my god, it's filling my horny cunt to death."
Hearing my praise, you seemed to be protected by divine power, and you fucked my cunt without stopping, becoming more and more fierce, rubbing and pulling after penetrating deep inside. I really couldn't resist anymore, my body shuddered violently, and my cunt released a bunch of vaginal fluid. You were hit by my vaginal fluid, your body trembled, and you also ejaculated. I thought it was over, but you didn't soften at all; you were still rock hard. You made me turn over again, lying on my right side, then lifted my left thigh, holding it on your shoulder with your right hand, while your left hand alternated between touching my big breasts and digging into my clitoris, while your penis kept thrusting into me relentlessly, like it was powered by a motor. My vagina was fucked wet and dry repeatedly, I don't know how much vaginal fluid and semen had flowed out. When it was dry, it hurt; when it was wet, it ached and itched. My legs and buttocks seemed numb, but your big cock inside me kept thrusting relentlessly. Every time you moved, my body would tremble. Finally, my vision blurred and went black as if I had fainted, but I vaguely heard the clock on the wall strike twice. Your burning hot cock fucked me for almost two hours before you let me go home. Before leaving, you asked me, "How was it, sis? Wasn't I amazing?"
My eyes were slightly darkened. My virginity ended here today. Pale-faced, I dragged my exhausted body away in a taxi alone.
The next morning, I woke up feeling weak all over. My vagina felt really swollen from being fucked, burning, sore, and dripping wet. Getting out of bed and walking around was painful; my legs couldn't close properly, and I walked with a limp, my back aching. Seeing that no one was around, I grabbed my dress and a small mirror to check my private parts. I saw that my labia majora were swollen and engorged, and the inside of my labia were chafed. No wonder it hurt and itched. And my uncooperative clitoris was still half-erect, red and half-up, twitching. I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-pity and sorrow. I had kept my virginity for so many years, and now it had been taken so carelessly. My vagina was still itchy and itchy, so I couldn't help but lightly brush my vulva in front of the mirror, gaining a moment of relief and pleasure. My juices flowed freely from inside, accompanied by my fingers, and I let out satisfied moans. In that instant, I felt a sense of liberation, a feeling as if the world had faded away. I released some pressure by pleasuring myself...forgotting the loss of my virginity! Then, hot, sticky juices suddenly gushed out! I lazily got up, put away the mirror, and saw the stains of my juices on my skirt. My face flushed inexplicably. I slowly and gracefully walked into the bathroom... I should just write an email to the company asking for a day off; I have conflicting feelings and don't want to see you right away.
For the next few days, after work, we no longer walked towards the station, but instead went to your dormitory in the opposite direction. Each time before entering, I was startled to find my underwear crotch soaked. Once the door was closed, with no clothes to obstruct the view, like Adam and Eve entwined, I was directly touched by your skin, feeling a blissful sensation throughout my body… I thrust out my full breasts, closed my eyes tightly, and savored every inch of your caresses! Ah… "Mmm!!!!" Your touch felt so much better than masturbation! Your hands sent electric shocks through my chest and nipples, the sensation spreading throughout my body… My body writhed, my breasts swayed, and you embraced me, biting my breasts one bite at a time, tasting my soft breasts with your tongue and hands, licking my pink nipples like toys… Mmm, so good, so comfortable!! Mmm… my breasts are covered in saliva, it feels so stimulating~ Lick me, every inch of my skin is yours to devour… I want to see you too… I want to see you naked… I hug you and help you take off your t-shirt, so your naked body is right in front of me… Ah… I’m getting wet down there… I can’t take it anymore… I throw myself into your arms, impulsively caressing your chest… I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I can’t control myself, I just want to touch! I also lick your chest thirstily, I just want to devour you… I also lick it while touching your penis… It’s so hard, will this big penis want me soon? What will that feel like?? I excitedly fantasize! “Ah…” Every time you strip me naked, you use your fingers to poke at my clitoris, and use your fingers to probe inside my vagina… It feels so good… I’ve never penetrated before when I masturbated… It feels so good… Ah… Ah… Ahh… Your fingers are so nimble and quick in their digging and probing!!! I can’t hold it in anymore! A lot of my juices gushed out!! Look at me, so excited, my erection is so high, I'm eager to shove your cock into my wet hole... Ever since last time, it's been so comfortable! There's no pain, just an indescribable, pleasurable stimulation!! You're thrusting into my insides, making me moan involuntarily... "Baby, moan louder if you want, no one can hear you!" you say, and I moan along with the rhythm... While you're fucking me, you're grabbing my nipples and breasts hard, kneading them until they're bright red... My pussy is being pounded by you, sending electric shocks through my body! I'm so wet down there!!! Ah... blissful moments!
Sometimes, you stand on the ground, holding my buttocks with both hands, rocking me up and down... The squelching sounds down there make me dizzy! My breasts are being rocked up and down by you! My breasts brushed against your skin, and it seemed you enjoyed watching my breasts sway against your body… I felt an overwhelming pleasure down there, my juices flowing freely, trembling as I released gushes of fragrant vaginal fluid… You put me back on the bed… My eyes, brimming with affection, asked, “Are we changing positions again?” “Yeah, let’s change it for a break. You’ve been inside me for so long and you’re still so tight, it’s too easy to ejaculate!” I didn’t know if you meant that having sex with me was very pleasurable? But whatever you said, as long as you wanted me, I was satisfied… I lay on the bed with my butt sticking up, and you thrust into me from behind again! This time it felt different!! Your penis was hitting the deepest part of my abdomen every time, the feeling was similar to when you used your fingers, but with much more force! The heat and size were different too! I couldn’t take it anymore, and when your fingers secretly dug into my anus, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a series of moans as I ejaculated! You let out a muffled roar along with me, and then slapped my fat buttocks hard before ending this intense sexual game! However, after a few days, you had completely transformed me into a thoroughly wanton, slutty woman.
You gently withdrew, my heart filled with turmoil!
That day, we chatted and laughed as usual, when you suddenly grabbed my hand, your face full of suppressed excitement. I knew you were happy, but for some reason, my attention was already lost the moment you grabbed me. "Sis, I... I got a girlfriend!" Was it a joke? Like usual?
But your face was filled with unprecedented seriousness, radiating an innocent happiness I'd never seen before. "When did you get her? Does she love you? Is she sincere? You... you... don't want me anymore?" I couldn't help but ask you and myself. But before you could answer, my body had already uncontrollably fled the office in sorrow. My courage crumbled. I kept asking myself, had I done something wrong? Was I not gentle enough with you? Not considerate enough? Was it not sensual enough in bed? So I mistook your tenderness for affection, amplifying your lovemaking to an extreme degree? When you were tired, you'd rest on my bare shoulder; when you were happy, you'd hold me naked and laugh… So many actions that lovers shouldn't do, now fill my heart with turmoil. Now, you've so easily withdrawn. Where should I go, fallen so deeply?
The sights and sounds of the world, the circumstances forcing me to leave, left me depressed and unemployed for months. I used my fingers to soothe my loneliness and desire. Towards men, I remained cold and distant, trusting only my own fingers. While my fingers could bring me to a frenzy, calming the surging passion and longing, the dream was followed by a deep sense of loss and self-pity. My mood is like the song describes: "Guessing" is my current state of mind. I have to guess, for the best or the worst, why did you leave? But there will never be an answer! For me, you loved too late and left too quickly. I don't understand your heart, but this love has made me unable to let go, causing me self-inflicted harm. How can I forget your innocent, mysterious smile? Does this mean it's my own fault for not being able to let go of you?!
Finally, through my hard work, my competence, and good foreign language skills, I found another job in this big city. After leaving that job, you contacted me again, wanting to go on a date. When I saw your WeChat message, I froze, suppressing my pain, and awkwardly called to greet you. However, I felt mostly anger towards myself—I knew I was weak, still unable to let go, unable to forget my feelings for you. After months apart, the longing I had been suppressing overwhelmed me the moment I heard your voice, but this time I lacked the confidence, the courage to act recklessly. I retreated, yet every day I still lacked the courage to ignore your calls and WeChat messages, from morning till night, simultaneously avoiding your subtle probing for another meeting. Although in this new environment, some affectionate men inevitably confess their feelings to me, and while I am often surprised and delighted, I find that your image still lingers in my mind, preventing us from taking our relationship further. With your birthday approaching, I hesitate about whether to arrange a meeting, but I still can't muster the courage to pluck this ripe fruit of affection, whether it's sweet or bitter. The road of love is long, and I truly don't know how to bury this familiar and genuine affection deep within my heart. Torn between conscience and reason, intertwined with love and desire, tell me, should we meet again?

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