One-third

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I have a lot of people on QQ, over 500, hehe! Don't be surprised, only 14 of them are
friends, the rest are strangers.

I recently switched my QQ version from 2008 to 2010. Every year, my
friends list undergoes a major overhaul, just like in our country in the past. Every year, I delete those I don't contact anymore,
because they're history, and seeing them makes me sad. Even my ex-wife M was no exception. Although I know M's QQ number
by heart (because I used to use her QQ), I still deleted her, thinking that this way I
wouldn't touch a nerve in my heart.

Many of the girls I had relationships with, many are married, many don't use QQ anymore, and many more have mysteriously
disappeared. But it's better not to see them. Maybe I disappeared on my own initiative, because I changed my QQ.

I rarely used QQ before, and even when I did, I was always invisible, so I didn't have many friends there. But since I created my own blog
, many people add me every day, both men and women. When I'm in a good mood, I'll add you for no reason; when I
'm in a bad mood, even if you're a "maggieq," I won't reply.

Enough rambling, let me talk about my friends. I have 15 now, one of whom is a man—I don't
actually know him, and I'm just too lazy to add him to my strangers list. The women, besides my cousin, are 13. Today I'll talk about this
1/13.

Of these 13 women, except for one—I'm too lazy to think about it because she's my senior from the game "Xiyou," "Shuise"
—hehe, everyone knows her. It's better to keep your distance, hehe! To console myself, "Shuise"
wouldn't like a guy like me anyway; it's better to just be a junior.

How did we meet? (Not Shuise, but a lesbian, edited out.) It seems she saw my
blog. I forget where I was on it, probably just at the beginning of my story with my ex-wife, when she
added me. I was in a good mood that day, so I added her.

Women are curious creatures; they really wanted to know what I looked like. I really don't know why so many people are
curious about me. Maybe it's because of my own stories on my blog, but I didn't portray myself as particularly handsome.
I'd say I'm an unattractive, bland, and unrefined man. I really don't know why. Maybe I've
always a bad boy who attracted them.

I remember adding her on October 28th. We chatted for a few days, mostly just casually replying.
Somehow, the conversation turned to food, and I said I didn't have money to treat her. She said, "I...I'll treat you, I have money."

I was really touched and agreed, but then told her, "I'll pay, but
you have to come with me to a hotel after dinner."

I'm not one to shy away from saying anything, even if people call me boring, but she said, "Okay, if I don't
dislike you when I see you."

What a world! We'd never even spoken on the phone, but she didn't seem to be joking. We agreed to meet
at the Open University on Sichuan South Road at noon on October 31st, since she had classes in the morning. She told me she was
1.62 meters tall, weighed 90 kilograms, and gave me her phone number.

I didn't think she was pretty. Having met so many online friends, and with my ex-girlfriend, I'd already reached
the point where "once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds seem pale in comparison."

It was Sunday, and I had to go to work the next day. I slept in late, getting up at 9 a.m., showering, shaving,
and after thinking for a while, I decided to wear a suit and tie to look more presentable.

Damn! It was a bit hot, so I loosened my tie and reverted to my sloppy self. I'm not
usually , and I arrived at the university gate before 11 a.m., had a smoke, and waited until 11 a.m. before calling her
. She said she'd be right there.

No anticipation, no nervousness, no particular feeling. I'm not the kid I was five years ago anymore. I just calmly
waited for her to appear. A little while later, she called, asking where I was. "I'm at the gate," she said. "Oh, I
see you."

I saw her too, and naturally ran over, giving her a casual look. Hmm, not bad, quite pretty.
She had short hair, long eyeliner, beautiful double eyelids, and her nose was the most striking feature—
a high, straight nose with a slightly pointed tip, which I liked. She was wearing jeans, hee hee! Pretty.

The two of us naturally went to the City God Temple. She said she wanted to eat the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) there. When we got there, oh my god,
so many people! I have no interest in queuing, so I took her to the back entrance. The xiaolongbao there were pretty good, and most
importantly you could sit down and eat after paying. Hehe, the wontons were also quite tasty.

We chatted while we ate. As you all know, I'm a talkative guy. When I'm happy, I'll keep talking, but when I'm unhappy
, I can go a week without saying a word. I learned her name was T (I will never reveal a woman's name). We finished eating quickly
, and I suggested going to Lugong to play games. She said she wanted me to walk with her for a while to digest.

We chatted as we walked, talking about our childhood and the past. We walked and walked, and I was exhausted. We walked from Fangbang Road to
Chongqing Road. I couldn't take it anymore, so we turned onto Yandang Road and went into Xian Zong Lin (a shopping mall). Finally, we could rest. We ordered
beer , and she drank green tea. We continued chatting, and only we know what we talked about…

Time flew by. I finished a pack of cigarettes and went out to buy some. Damn it! We were heading to Huaihai Road. I
was still smoking Double Happiness cigarettes, and I bought her a Sobranie cigarette (I used to only smoke one flower cigarette), because she
had told me her cigarette brand on QQ.

It was getting late, almost 5 o'clock. After paying the bill and leaving, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"Where are we going? To get a room, you promised me." I said, half-jokingly.

"No, I have to be back by 12 o'clock," she said.

Looking at her expression, I knew she didn't dislike me: "Hehe, it's 5 o'clock now, you
can still make ."

We walked together, chatting and looking for Jinjiang Inn. That day was really embarrassing; I dragged her around for
half an hour and still couldn't find Jinjiang Inn, even though I had been there before, it was nearby! I was getting angry. She
laughed: "I'm going home now, don't blame me, you couldn't find the hotel yourself."

Hehe! Why isn't there a Shanghai Bund Hotel? I flagged down a taxi and told the driver "Chongqing Road, Hefei Road."
I'd booked a room there with friends before, near the Second Military Medical University. It went smoothly; a standard room was 180 yuan. Finally, I didn't
have to wander around the streets anymore!

What did I do in the room? Hehe, I didn't immediately pounce on T like a wolf. Anyway, T I'm like meat on the chopping board now, I have plenty of time, let me rest for a bit, let me build up my emotions for an hour...

T was lying on the bed, and as we chatted, I gradually closed the distance between us. I kissed T, and T's reaction was very quick;
her tongue was very agile. My hands started to wander, slipping under T's clothes, first through her bra,
but then finding the clothes in the way, I helped T undress. Of course, the kissing continued. Taking off T's clothes
was a bit of a hassle, and T said, "I...you don't seem very skilled."

Damn! Previously, it was always the woman who took the initiative. The kiss was still ongoing when I conquered the fortress, advancing like a dragon entering
a deep pool , pulling down the woman's pants. I'm good at that; jeans are no problem for me. T was wearing beige low-rise shorts.
My hand went in, and it got wet. My fingers restlessly slipped inside and started moving. T seemed to enjoy it,
moaning "Mmm, mmm," and asking me between moans, "Shall we just do it like this?"

I ignored her, just sped up. T's hand slipped inside my shirt, her long nails gripping me.
I disarmed myself in 20 seconds. T opened her eyes: "Did you buy it, TT?"

Now I was dumbfounded. I forgot to buy it. I don't always carry TT with me. Just as I was about to get dressed to go buy it,
T said, "..." "Never mind." "

Yes, I shouldn't ruin the atmosphere. I spread T's legs and slowly went in. T cooperated perfectly,
and I was very gentle, slowly, little by little, all the way in, gradually speeding up. Anyway, I'm a very experienced man;
I know how to make women feel good. Only when they're comfortable, hehe, will they make us feel good too.
" T moaned "Mmm" with the speed of my thrusts. I stopped and asked her, "Is it comfortable? Are you enjoying it?"

T ignored me, her eyes closed. I bit her upturned nose, but she ignored me. I sped up wildly.
T couldn't stand the stimulation and made random "Oh oh" noises. I stopped and asked her again, but she still didn't answer. I told T
to call me something nice, and T called me "Baby!"

Hehe! It's been over ten years since anyone called me "baby." I hadn't called him that for half an hour, and I was exhausted. T
had already done it, and I wanted to rest, so I got off. It took T a while to come to her senses. Her first words were:
"I...you're amazing!!!"

Hehe, I think I wrote about this on my blog. She said the sheets were wet. I looked, thankfully it was just
a small area about the size of my thumb. T rested her head on my shoulder and asked me about my past, about M, my ex-wife. Smoking, she
slowly poured out her heart. T's fingernails kept scratching at me. My penis was erect again because I hadn't ejaculated earlier. T started giving me
a blowjob. Her technique was mediocre, but she tried her best. After a while, T mounted me and slowly sat down. Hehe! When we reached
the end, I could tell T was enjoying it but also struggling. Because my penis is the bigger one, it reached
her deepest point. Seeing T like that, I started thrusting into her relentlessly. She tried to get off, but I held her back. T was
riding on top of hell and heaven...

She was probably exhausted, and even after more than half an hour, I couldn't ejaculate no matter how hard I tried. T was driven crazy by me, and I
was exhausted too. We all took a break. I was hungry, and T couldn't walk anymore, so I went out for a long walk and only saw "Jixiang
Wonton " for sale. It was fucking awful, but I still had to eat to replenish my energy.

I packed some for T to take back. I ate my fill, hehe! "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust," and it was still a battle.
I don't want to talk about how many times we did it, I only remember that night T called me "baby" countless times, constantly repeating "I, I'm going to
be fucked to death by you." I even imitated T's voice and yelled, which made T anxious. We were high from dark
until dawn...

In the morning, we checked out. It was raining, just a little. I had breakfast with T, took a taxi to send her to People's Square subway station,
and went to work by myself. My colleagues saw me and said, "Me? How come you look like you've been on vacation for two
months on your first day back?"

They also found T's masterpiece on my neck, which T had sucked yesterday. They smiled mischievously. Going to work is really
meaningless, but it's for food, for survival...

I'm a strange man. I don't want to be too clingy to women now. Maybe it's better for everyone to have some distance. Actually,
that night wasn't with T. I don't know how to face T in the future because I'm so troublesome now. I'm a troublesome
man. She probably misunderstood something, but I'm too lazy to explain. Anyway, I'm used to not turning on my phone anymore. I
'm free ...

T is my QQ contact. 13. Others include those who succeeded, those who took the bait, those still pursuing, and those who haven't even
started. Some are from Shanghai, some from Songjiang (hehe, seems to be from Shanghai too), some are studying at U.K. and will
soon return home. Some are history, some are the future…

I know many people don't like me, but that's okay. People live for themselves. Actually, this is the real world;
there's no need to wear a mask. So I won't be so hypocritical, flattering or pleasing anyone. It's not tiring. It's rare to have a
true self. Consider me an outlier.

[The End]

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