A womanizer meets a married woman

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I used to love stealing. Calling it stealing is a bit of an understatement; it's more like sneakily picking things up. I went to an art college and lived on campus. It was a six-story building; the bottom three floors were for boys,

and the top three were for girls—the beautiful girls from the performing arts department. First of all, let me clarify that I wasn't a creepy, insecure sock fetishist. At least back then (two years ago), I was a handsome guy, around 1.81 meters tall, with a muscular physique that's rare among Asians, and I even had a fair number of girls pursuing me. But I was also a very introverted person back then, and the secret in my heart was known only to myself—I had a crush. In

my second year, one of my roommates and his girlfriend moved out and invited us to dinner. So, one Sunday noon, we found his place, near what is now Daqiao South Road.

I happened to be the last one upstairs, and when I got to the third floor, I saw a clothes rack completely full of… My heart was immediately stirred. After dinner, I made an excuse to run downstairs to check, and just then, a door opened, and a beautiful woman walked out—a slender waist, delicate legs, about 1.65 meters tall. We looked at each other and I really liked her, never daring to imagine what the future held.

After that, I often visited my friend's place, saw her frequently, and we often exchanged smiles. She was a genuine nurse (I'm writing in English so some people won't misunderstand and recognize her), cheerful, kind-hearted, a true angel. Her husband was a businessman, five years older than her, short and unattractive (about 1.67 meters tall), but truly loved her. She was three years older than me. She was 26 at the time, but really pretty, not just beautiful.

One night a week later, I went to my friend's to play games. My friend went out to buy a measuring tape and didn't return for a long time. I was really into the game when someone knocked on the door. I opened it, and there she was. She was holding a bunch of grapes and said, "Here, have some." I had just said thank you when she said, "Want to come downstairs and sit for a bit?" So direct. It was late at night, and we chatted for a long time on her balcony. I wanted a cigarette, and she took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes, the kind her husband smoked. While I smoked, she went to the balcony and looked at the night view alone. She was waiting for me. I stubbed out my cigarette and gently hugged her from behind. Unexpectedly, she turned around immediately and hugged me back, kissing passionately and caressing each other. The words I dared not say, she uttered: "Can we...?" I stopped pretending, picked her up, carried her into the room, and gently placed her on the bed. It was early autumn, and we only had five pieces of clothing between us, which would soon be gone. Like in many novels, I had a penis that matched my height; novels are exaggeration, but mine was real.

Anyway, I wasn't a virgin, so I boldly lowered my head to her crotch and caressed her pink nipples with my tongue. She suddenly cried out exaggeratedly, especially exaggerated and alluring at three in the morning. Salty fluid began to flow from inside, and I carefully tasted it, lovingly teasing every part, every part of her. Her beauty was intoxicating. I looked up, wiped my mouth, and said, "Jing, you sound so beautiful." She blushed and turned her face away. I felt she even resembled a shy wife, my wife. I grasped the gun, wet from her little mouth, and slowly forced open her flower-like opening, inserting it. My first impression was: it's so small!

She kept crying out in pain, but clung tightly, her slender, flesh-colored feet straddling my body. I kissed her feet, my erection almost bursting, but I couldn't bear to, so I started with gentle rubbing to let her adjust. Luckily, her saliva lubricated it, and after five or six minutes, I finally inserted it all the way in—not completely, because her vagina was so short.

By this time, we were both covered in sweat. I thrust into her hard, admiring her ecstatic expression and inhaling her fragrance. Her two small breasts were so tender that I almost couldn't bear to touch them. No wonder her husband doted on her so much!

I asked her what would happen when her husband came back. She said he was away on a business trip and had called today to say she was going back to her parents' house, asking him to come back tomorrow. Hearing this, I was overcome with desire. I grabbed her two soft, boneless feet, thrusting my penis deep inside her each time (I didn't know if that was her uterus) and admiring the sight of my large penis moving in and out of her pink vagina. She was very wet, thick white discharge clinging to her body.

Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and called out to me, "Husband!!" I was both aroused and moved, and I hugged her even tighter, saying, "Jing, will you marry me after I graduate?" Without saying anything else, we kissed tightly.

The pleasure reached its peak, and I thrust wildly, then tried to pull out and ejaculate on her stomach, but her small hands gripped my waist tightly, and she screamed loudly. I ejaculated all inside her. After

a while of caressing, I calmed down, holding her and gently stroking her breasts, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if the seed I had just planted would sprout. She slowly fell asleep in my arms like a kitten. There were many photos of the couple on the cabinet, and many used tissues were scattered on the floor. I checked the time before going to bed; I had played with her for an hour and forty minutes, which was equivalent to her husband's twenty times.

99% of what I wrote above is true, because I don't believe anything is 100% certain. If anyone is interested, I will continue with the following experience: my relationship with a prostitute, which lasted from March to July of this year, including her continued work as a prostitute while living with me. The following is a brief experience about my fetish for stockings. In my junior year of college, I found more than three times the length of the stockings in the girls' dormitory, all from the performing arts department. Around that time, the beautiful girls upstairs graduated; some became models, some became prostitutes. Before graduation, they didn't have time to wash them and threw them all away. I would quietly go upstairs in the middle of the night, light a candle, and slowly collect them. There were all kinds of stockings. I picked them up and admired them. After collecting four or five pairs, I couldn't resist anymore and masturbated on the spot, ruining several pairs (I like to smell them while masturbating; I don't like to put them on my penis). Later, I filled seven Hualian shopping bags and took a taxi home. Unfortunately, fearing my family would find out, I threw it away in four or five separate instances.

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