[My Emotional Experiences Over the Years - The Lover Chapter] (The End) Author: Jiangshan0086

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I returned to China at the end of 2008, and started my first job in China in March 2009 as
a project manager at an engineering machinery R&D company. It was also 2009 that I consider a
memorable , because in that year, I met four female friends, and slept with all of them.
The oldest among them was 47 years old at the time, and the youngest was 27.

Due to work requirements, I often went to a university that cooperated with our company. It was because of
this convenient opportunity that I met Xiao A. Speaking of Xiao A, I really can't remember her full name now, I only
remember that she was pursuing a combined master's and doctoral degree at the university I frequented, and was a student union cadre.

I met Xiao A online. At that time, I had just returned to China and foolishly posted a dating ad on a certain dating website,
and the result was predictable—no results! I even almost got scammed by a bar scammer. Actually, I met Xiao A through that
website , but we got to know each other because I often visited her school.

The first time I saw Xiao A, I thought she was short, of medium build, with fair and cute skin. She wasn't exactly a "
hot girl ," but she'd be a good girlfriend. After spending some time together, I realized Xiao A was actually very
proactive, even during our first kiss.

That evening, we ate at her school cafeteria and then strolled around campus, reliving some warm memories of
school life . The early summer evening was so peaceful. Before I knew it, the sun was setting and it was getting dark
. I looked at my watch; it was almost eight

o'clock. "I should go home, it's almost 8," I said to Xiao A.

"No, stay a little longer!" Xiao A said sweetly.

I said, "We can't just keep wandering around here like this. My legs are getting sore, I want to go home and rest
. Besides, you have class tomorrow."

Xiao A thought for a moment and said, "Come on, I'll take you to our teaching building." She led me into the building where she had her
classes ; the sixth floor was where she often taught. Through the classroom windows, I could see the
diligent students studying hard.

"You're not trying to take me into the classroom, are you? I'm not going," I said to Xiao A.

"Oh, no, I'm just taking you somewhere," Xiao A replied. She then led me to
the end , to a staircase.

I said, "What are we doing here? It's so dark," I complained.

But Xiao A pulled me to sit on the steps and said, "Let's rest a bit. Aren't you tired? It's quiet here,
no one will bother us." Xiao A squinted her eyes as she spoke. I felt like I understood something from her eyes. Sitting close to her
, Xiao A gently rested her head on my shoulder.

"I don't want you to leave so early! Stay with me a little longer, okay?" Xiao A said sweetly.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay with you a little longer," I said.

We chatted about some unpleasant things, and suddenly Xiao A asked me, "I want to kiss you."

I was indifferent, but quickly came to my senses, "Okay!" I said. As I spoke, I turned to face Xiao A, and she
faced me too. When our eyes met, an infinite wave of love emanated from us. I slowly lowered my head to kiss her cute
little mouth, and the moment our lips touched, I felt a strange heat rise all over my body. I could tell that Xiao A felt the
same ; she simply sucked on my lips and put her tongue into my mouth.

Our breathing quickened, and my hands began to roam over her body, but she stopped
me from going any further. "Not tonight," she said helplessly but firmly. I understood the reason from her eyes
, so I didn't make any more moves. "You know, it felt so wonderful just now, I loved it," she
said happily.

"Really? If you like it, I'll give it to you again." I said, kissing her deeply again.

But I left dejectedly that night, complaining as I went because my penis was really getting hard. She
just smiled and said, "We'll talk about it next time." I thought there was still a chance, so I waited.

Actually, I didn't have to wait too long. Last time, A was just being
a little reserved, like a girl would.

One weekend, we went shopping and it was already evening. After dinner, A said she didn't want to go back to school.
My heart skipped a beat. "Then come to my place for the night," I said smugly.

Lying in bed that night, I still showed some restraint, not as impatient as a hungry wolf. A
lay down next to me. "I'm in trouble," A said.

"Oh, you're in trouble? What happened?" I asked stupidly.

"Oh dear, how could you be so silly? I just got my period," A said, slightly annoyed.

My heart sank. I thought, "Is God deliberately messing with me? I finally got
this chance, and now she has something else to do?"

I complained inwardly, but outwardly I acted magnanimous. I said, "It's okay, you've been shopping all day
, go to sleep if you're tired." She got up, looked at my face, and after a moment, started kissing me with her cherry-like lips.
I thought, "So God thought I wasn't miserable enough, so He added some more spice to my life. I'm already on my period, and she's still
teasing me. Isn't this deliberately messing with me?" Although I thought this, I still responded to her passionate kiss.

It was like eating honey, the more I ate, the sweeter it felt. I felt increasingly hot all over, and my penis was incredibly throbbing.
I suddenly stopped kissing and complained, "Stop kissing me, I really can't take it anymore."

Xiao A looked at my face, then slowly slipped her hand into my underwear. When she touched my throbbing penis
, she first withdrew her hand, then slowly grasped it and began to stroke it.

Her hands were actually quite small, barely able to fully grasp my penis, and her movements were clearly inexperienced
and awkward. I said, "Since you're on your period, let's stop here." Even with all my primal instincts, I
knew women were most vulnerable during their periods.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"Yes, of course I do, but I can't ignore you," I replied.

She thought for a moment, then sat up and started taking off her underwear, a sanitary napkin still attached to the inside. As she did so
, she said, "Damn it, I don't care tonight!" I was shocked. She continued, "My period's almost over,
it should be fine, come on." Overjoyed, I quickly took off my own underwear, pressed myself against her, and began
a passionate kiss. "Be gentle," she said.

However, Xiao A remained wearing only a tight-fitting tank top, refusing to take it off. Upon closer inspection, I realized
her chest was so flat it was almost invisible. That's why she wouldn't let me see it, much less touch it.

Frustrated, I thought, "Fine, if she won't let me touch it, then so be it. At least her lower body is open."

I parted her legs, wanting to see what this untouched virgin territory looked like, but she quickly closed them again.

"If you don't let me see, then we won't do it," she threatened. I thought, "I don't want to lose what I've already got
!

Fine, if she won't see, then so be it." I roughly rubbed my penis around her vulva a few times, feeling the moisture
already flowing out. I thought to myself, "This girl really hasn't seen much of the world; this little bit of foreplay
has her like this!" "My penis wasn't entering easily; her vagina felt tight, resisting
any foreign object.

I asked her, 'Are you really a virgin?'

She didn't answer, impatiently urging me, 'Hurry up!'

I thought to myself, 'Small breasts, but quite a temper.' I wanted to be gentle, but since she was so impatient,
why should I care? With that thought, I pushed my penis in forcefully. She frowned, yet
fully enjoyed it. After a few thrusts, although I could still feel some tightness inside her vagina, the abundant vaginal fluid made my
penis easier to move in and out.

'Ah…' she began to moan rapidly. I paused briefly, and she urged me to continue.

My penis couldn't bear the excessive friction any longer. Sensing something was wrong, I quickly pulled
it . She asked angrily, 'Why did you come out?'

'I didn't wear a condom. It's not good to ejaculate inside, is it?' I replied."

She panicked, "Are you really stupid or just pretending? Don't you know women can't get pregnant during their period?"

"Oh!" I replied blankly. (I really didn't know that at the time.)

Since it didn't matter, I let go and inserted my penis into her overflowing vagina again. This time,
I really didn't hold back, thrusting in and out with varying rhythms. And I felt that this time, it wasn't as
difficult .

After one thrust, I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, so I ejaculated! I continued to speed up the pace, and she
was also tormented by this indescribable pleasure, moaning continuously. Finally, I felt like a blocked water pipe
was suddenly straightened, and streams of semen shot into her body, then I collapsed limply on top of her, and she also
fell into a state of unconsciousness. Afterwards, when she got up to clean up, she did find bloodstains on the tissues she used to wipe,
but it was definitely not virgin blood. I didn't ask any more questions.

My relationship with Xiao A didn't last long, mainly because of personality clashes. She was indeed very
impatient, even in matters of love, which I simply couldn't stand.

Later, she told me online that she could be my lover, but I politely declined because her impulsive
nature might pose a significant threat to her life. So we lost contact.

Those years, my romantic experiences (Lovers Part 2):

A few months after breaking up with Xiao A, I met Sister Yin. Why Sister Yin? Because she was four years older than me. During that
time, I don't know why, I particularly enjoyed interacting with mature women; perhaps it was because I had been hurt by younger women like Xiao A.
At first glance, Sister Yin's face somewhat resembled Faye Wong, and her hairstyle was the same as when Faye Wong sang "Legend" on the Spring Festival Gala that year
. Her figure was far inferior to Faye Wong's, but there was one thing Faye Wong definitely couldn't match: Sister Yin's
large D-cup breasts.

I also met Sister Yin online. At that time, she had been divorced for about six months, and custody of her daughter had been awarded to the father.
Rather than the father, it was more like custody to the father's parents, because the father was truly despicable. Bringing
women home, beating his wife, gambling—these were the reasons why Sister Yin got divorced.

Sister Yin and I were initially just casual friends. After learning about her family situation, I always made sure to
check on . She was actually a very emotional person; she enjoyed a little red wine and a cigarette. Once, I was
invited to her house for dinner, and her daughter happened to be spending the weekend there. Her daughter was quite cute, chubby
, and only nine years old at the time. This dinner deepened our understanding and gave Sister Yin a sense of
belonging: "The three of us eating together, so happy and harmonious." It was this dinner that
took a step further.

Some time later, one evening, I was chatting with Sister Yin online. She said she was feeling very down and
had a terrible toothache, even feeling like jumping off a building. I was at a loss for what to do. I really wanted to go see her. But then
I thought, "It's already past ten o'clock; wouldn't it be inappropriate to go so late?" I was torn. After that,
we chatted about life, intentionally or unintentionally, and I didn't think about it any deeper. You might not believe it, but
I was so naive back then.

After chatting for a while, she said she couldn't continue because of her toothache and wanted to rest. As she logged off, she
said, "Watch the news tomorrow. If a woman jumps to her death in X neighborhood, that might be
me!" I was speechless.

I shut down my computer and lay in bed, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about what Sister Yin meant.
After a struggle, I quickly got up, packed my things, and took a taxi to Sister Yin's house. I'm such a
busybody. Now that I think about it, how could she possibly have jumped?

I arrived at her house close to 11 pm. She was surprised and delighted by my late-night arrival; I could tell from her
face . I said awkwardly, "I just wanted to see you, afraid you might be thinking of doing something rash."

Sister Yin chuckled, "Oh, I wouldn't jump! You're so silly!" Actually, she
had already , and my arrival had disturbed her rest.

We sat for a while, and I said, "You should rest, I have to go."

She tried to stop me, a little annoyed, "It's almost 11:30, where are you going?"

"It's okay, I'll take a taxi and be home before midnight," I said, oblivious to her charm.

"Oh dear, you might as well just stay here for the night, it's so late," Sister Yin said firmly.

"Well, isn't that a bit inappropriate?" I replied. "

What's inappropriate? You sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep in the bed," she said.

I said, "Okay then!" But my mind was racing, considering the possibilities.

I quickly tidied up, taking off my coat but not my pants, and lay down on the sofa, covering
my upper body with the coat. Sister Yin also turned off the light and got into bed. From the moment the light went out, we were silent for a long time, neither of us saying a word.
I didn't make a sound, just lay there. But in the end, she broke the silence first.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked me.

"Not at all, it's okay, don't worry about me, go to sleep," I replied. Seeing how clueless I was
, she didn't ask any more questions. We fell silent again.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, she asked me again, "Are you asleep?"

I mumbled, "Almost asleep."

Now I think, "How could I have slept so much back then? I'm so surprised."

"Go to bed, it's too cold on the sofa," Sister Yin said to me.

Speaking of which, I should explain that Sister Yin's house is an apartment-style residence. The bathroom and kitchen
are both near the entrance, there's actually no living room, just one large bedroom. Inside, there's a double bed, a
sofa, and a wardrobe. So when I lay on the sofa, I wasn't far from the bed, about three meters away.

"No need, you go to sleep, I can sleep on the sofa," I said cluelessly.

"Hey, hurry up and come to bed," she urged.

"I really don't need to, sleeping on the sofa is fine," I said.

"If you don't come up, I'll sleep on the sofa too," she said, slightly annoyed. She then tried to get up.

I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll sleep in the bed."

If it were now, I wouldn't be so helpless.

I took off my clothes and got into bed, lying down on the edge of the bed. Her bed was very soft. Sister Yin lay on
the other side of the bed with her back to me. There was enough room for at least one more person to lie down between us, but thankfully the blanket was big enough. We
lay there quietly, neither of us making a sound, except that she kept turning over. I knew she was feeling complicated. After all, she
had been divorced for so long, and suddenly having a man in her bed was bound to make her uncomfortable.

I didn't know what to say to break the awkwardness, so I asked her, "Does your tooth still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore," she said.

"Then why are you turning over like that?" I continued to ask her.

"What do you think?" she asked me wistfully. I thought for a moment, and seemed to understand something.

"I'll lend you my arm, so you can use it as a pillow," I said, extending my arm. She
nodded knowingly, then lifted her head and used my arm as a pillow, but still didn't turn around. She
touched my hand from time to time, and I knew she was gradually opening up. I turned around, slowly approached her,
and hugged her from behind. Although there was a blanket between us, we were very close. She seemed to enjoy
me hugging her from behind, leaning slightly closer to me.

Actually, until that moment, I didn't dare to have any improper thoughts; I just wanted to hold her in my arms and give this pitiful
woman some warmth. I kissed the top of her head, then leaned closer to her.

She clearly had a different interpretation of my kiss.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I said, "It's okay, let's go to sleep."

We lay there for a while, then she suddenly turned over and looked at my face. It was dark in the room, so I couldn't see
her expression, but I could imagine she was pleading with me for something. I smiled and asked her, "What's wrong?" She
didn't answer. So, I kissed her forehead again, and she lowered her head and snuggled into my arms.

Perhaps it was this kiss that made her completely fall for me, and she no longer wanted to be so innocent. I lifted her
chin with my hand, but she resolutely resisted and wouldn't lift her head. I thought to myself, "If she hadn't turned over, maybe
I wouldn't have done anything tonight, but now that she's turned over, I can't just lie here doing nothing."

Thinking this, I continued to lift her head a little harder, and she struggled fiercely. She knew what I wanted to do;
she was resisting her last line of defense. As I lifted her forehead slightly, I
kissed it again. She reluctantly but half-heartedly said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "It's nothing, let's go to sleep." I didn't lift her head any further, and just held her like that.

After a long while, she suddenly looked up at me again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly kissed her on the lips, even though her
mouth was closed. This time, she didn't look down again, but continued to look at me. I thought, "She's waiting for
me to continue." So I kissed her again, and this time she opened her mouth to meet my kiss. Like
a parched land receiving rain, she completely let go. She kissed me passionately, her tongue constantly darting into my
mouth swirling around. To be honest, among all the women I know, Sister Yin's mouth is currently the most amazing.
Not only is it a kiss, but the oral sex she gave me afterwards was unforgettable.

After a passionate kiss, she started kissing my neck, then quickly helped me take off my vest and started kissing my
nipples . Her mouth was truly amazing; my nipples felt incredibly good to suck on. Then her tongue
started moving downwards, all the way to my penis, pausing briefly. Sister Yin took my penis into her mouth and began giving me
oral sex. As I mentioned earlier, her mouth was incredibly skilled; it was the first time in my life I'd experienced such pleasurable oral sex.

I remember once encountering a prostitute who was also quite skilled, though she had many different techniques,
and since it was my first time experiencing oral sex, it left a deep impression. But Sister Yin's oral skills were several times better than that prostitute's.
Her tongue deftly slid back and forth across my penis, like a snake climbing a tree.

Sometimes she would suck on it tightly, sometimes she would take it all the way in and push it deep into her throat. My penis couldn't
withstand her ministrations, and just as I was about to ejaculate, I tried to pull it out of her mouth, but she kept it inside
me and increased her pace. The feeling of ejaculation was like lightning shooting through my entire body.

Sister Yin kept my penis inside her until the last drop of semen flowed out, then she released it. Then she quickly
got up and tried to let me taste the semen in her mouth, but I refused. She didn't give it to me and
ran to the bathroom to spit it out.

After all that fuss, I felt like I was floating on air. She nestled beside me, and after what seemed like forever, we both fell asleep
.

When I woke up, it was already daylight. I opened my eyes and looked at her beside me; she
was still asleep, clinging to my arm. My arm was completely numb. Just as I slowly pulled my arm away, she woke up too.

I turned and hugged her, gently kissing her head. She turned to face me, and I started kissing her
lips again. This time, she only half-heartedly resisted. She knew what I wanted to do. I thought to myself, "Last night, your lips
captivated me; today, I'll make you captivated too."

I mimicked her movements, my mouth roaming over her body. I especially went all out when kissing her enormous breasts
. Sister Yin's breasts were about the same size as the woman I'd mentioned before, maybe even larger
. She was being tormented by my tongue, her head constantly turning, wanting to moan, but suppressing it.

That's the reserve of a mature woman.

When my mouth moved towards her lower body, she stopped me just in time, not letting me give her oral sex. She said she
was dirty down there, hadn't showered last night. I didn't force it; if she didn't want to, she didn't have to. I lifted her legs; they
were thick, but not too bad. Her vulva was already visibly wet. I
rubbed my penis against her vulva, and suddenly asked her, "Is it okay without a condom?" She nodded. I was overjoyed. I found the right
spot in smoothly.

Perhaps because she hadn't had sex in a long time, her vagina was still slightly tight, but after a few thrusts, it felt much better
.

She was enjoying it but kept her mouth shut, only turning her head incessantly. I thought to myself, "If it feels good, just shout it
out , why pretend?" That's how mature women are; they appear calm on the surface, but their hearts
are surging with passion. My penis was moving like a piston, and each time it was withdrawn, an expression of enjoyment appeared on her face.

Back then, I always liked to rush things during sex, going in a rush after penetration, not knowing much about
technique or timely release. After just a few thrusts, my penis couldn't withstand the test and ejaculated prematurely.

I lay on top of her, her hand stroking my back. "Why did I ejaculate so quickly?" I
muttered to myself .

"It's okay, it'll be better after you get married," she comforted me.

After spending some time with Sister Yin, I felt that she really wanted me to be her daughter's stepfather, which made me very
depressed and in the end, I had no choice but to keep my distance. Although I would occasionally go to her house to sit and have tea,
we never slept together again. Later, we even lost contact for a while.
We and, fueled by lust, ended up in bed together. However, she was in her fertile period that day, and I
hadn't used a condom, so she only gave me oral sex.

Afterwards, I suddenly felt guilty because she had a
boyfriend . Although they had broken up, I felt like I was picking up someone else's leftovers. Moreover, I sensed that Sister Yin
was very possessive; whenever she had time, she wanted me by her side. At that time, I was already
married , and being with such a possessive woman was like planting a time bomb in my life. She
even suggested that I support her financially, which I found even more impractical. Leaving aside whether I had the energy, even if I did, who would
want to support a woman several years older than themselves? Besides, being with her was purely to satisfy
each other 's needs. And so, we gradually drifted apart. Perhaps she sensed my concerns and never
contacted me again.

Actually, if I had contacted her at any time, she wouldn't have refused me, because she truly cared for
me, but I didn't want to do that. Whether it's a one-night stand or a casual fling, don't get too involved, because
there's no future for us.

Those years, my romantic experiences (Part 3 of my love stories):

Around the same time I was with Sister Yin, Xiao Li entered my life. Actually, I shouldn't call her Xiao Li,
because she's a year older than me. I met Xiao Li through a Chinese forum I frequented in Ireland. Later, after I returned to China
, Xiao Li contacted me again through the email address I left on the forum.

At that time, Xiao Li had a boyfriend abroad;
they . After they returned to China together, Xiao Li's boyfriend
broke up with them, citing his family's disapproval. Xiao Li was very devoted and insisted on going to her boyfriend's city (her boyfriend lived in
the same city as me, but we didn't know each other) to try and win him back. However, she
didn't , so she contacted me.

Before she came, I kept comforting her, saying that since they weren't meant to be, she shouldn't be so devoted. But she
didn't think so and insisted on coming to ask her boyfriend. Xiaoli lived in a riverside city in Liaodong. She brought
a lot of things with her, preparing for a long stay. At the time, I always thought of her as an immature little girl,
and out of pity, I offered her help. The day before she arrived, she contacted me and asked me to pick
her up at the long-distance bus station.

I didn't expect her to actually come, but since I had already told her I would help her, I couldn't
go back on my word. The so-called help was accommodation, because she said she wouldn't stay long, that she was going back to
her hometown , and therefore didn't want to rent a place. That day, I went straight to the station after work. When I got there, there were hardly any
people left. I wandered around for a while

and found a thin girl sitting on a huge suitcase in a corner near the entrance,
staring blankly into the distance.

I went up to her. "Are you Xiaoli?" I asked.

She quickly stood up and smiled, saying, "Yes, I am."

"I'm so sorry, I was late because of traffic!" I said apologetically.

"It's okay," she said.

"Let's hurry up and go," I said, going over to help her with her suitcase. She didn't say anything, just
followed .

Actually, Xiaoli is a very tall girl with a great figure, you could say she has a model's physique.

Her face is relatively small, but you can see the delicate features between her brows, although her hairstyle detracts from her overall appearance.
As we walked, I complained inwardly about her boyfriend, "Such a good girl, what a waste!"

After settling into my place, I went out to buy dinner, and when I came back, we ate and chatted. Perhaps she was
shy, or perhaps she was tired from the journey, but she wasn't very talkative, only occasionally responding with a smile
. When we talked about her and her boyfriend, I could tell she was still determined and wanted to salvage their
relationship .

I could understand; after living together for several years, breaking up so suddenly, especially for a girl,
would be incredibly difficult to accept. I kept comforting her, telling her to relax and take it slow.

That night, I slept in the bed, and she slept on the sofa bed in the next room. The next few days were like this: during the day
she went out to do what she wanted, and she would come back after I got off work. Sometimes I would send her a
text message during the day to check on her. At that time, I mainly wanted to make sure she didn't do anything rash, because she was exceptionally devoted.

A few days later, one evening, she came home very late, looking haggard. She entered the house silently. I
asked her, "Have you eaten?" She didn't answer, but sat on the sofa, lost in thought. I asked her again, "
What wrong?" After my persistent questioning, she finally spoke.

She said she saw her boyfriend with another girl that day. Later, she found her boyfriend and asked him what
happened. He told her that his family had arranged a marriage for him, and they were getting married this October, and
his parents were very satisfied with the bride… I could see tears welling up in Xiaoli's eyes, but she bravely held
them back. After saying this, she told me, "I want to sleep, I'm tired!"

I didn't disturb her further, believing she would be sleepless that night.

The next morning, I sent her a text message to comfort her. She replied that she wanted to go back. I didn't say
anything; perhaps she shouldn't have come in the first place.

That evening, I offered to treat her to dinner as a farewell. But during dinner, she said
she wouldn't be going back for the time being, and wanted to find a job to settle down.

I encouraged her, saying, "It's good to stay. Life is life, no matter where you are. You've come all this way."

"How about this," I continued, "I have my own place, but it's quite far. If you want to stay, you can't keep sleeping on the sofa
. Why don't you move in with me? The place's empty anyway." But I wasn't
really , because my house had just been renovated, and I hadn't even moved in yet. Letting her stay first
was too much of a hassle. But I couldn't take it back now that I'd said it.

She declined, saying, "No need, I'll rent a place myself."

I said, "You're unfamiliar with this area; finding a suitable place to stay won't be easy. Why don't you stay here first,
and move out when you find a suitable place?" So she didn't refuse anymore. Nothing much

happened in the following days. Because she wasn't living with me, I didn't see her at night, and I had no idea
what she was doing. Occasionally, I'd send her a text message to check in, but sometimes she'd forget to reply. I didn't think much of it.
"Since she's just a friend, I've done my part in helping her. Let her do what she wants."

Some time later, one evening after work, I was waiting for the bus at a station near my workplace. She suddenly tapped me on the shoulder from
behind and called my name. I was genuinely surprised to see her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

She smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you to get off work!"

At that moment, I took a closer look at her. She was dressed entirely in black, and her hairstyle was different from when I first met her
.

"She's so beautiful!" I thought to myself, delighted. This woman really needs to dress up. She was already slim
and tall, and with light makeup, she was simply a stunning beauty!

After getting on the bus, we sat next to each other and chatted about my work and her experiences over the past few days. She had found a
job an insurance agent. Although it wasn't a great job, it was better than nothing. She said
she wanted to treat me to dinner that night to thank me for my help and concern over the past few days.

"I didn't do anything special, just small things," I declined. But she insisted on treating me, and I couldn't
refuse .

It just so happened that the next day was the weekend, and I also wanted to visit my new home.

We went to a barbecue restaurant near my new house run by Xinjiang people. It was midsummer, and barbecue was
the first choice for people in our city. I ordered some lamb skewers, some vegetables, and two bottles of beer.
Actually I don't drink at all, but I could tell she could hold her liquor quite well. I didn't force her
to drink during the meal; she drank everything herself. However, after one bottle, she started taking pills, which puzzled me.

We ate and chatted, and perhaps because of the alcohol, she wasn't as reserved as before.

She seemed to be in a good mood; perhaps she was slowly moving on from her previous relationship. I asked her about
her boyfriend, and she said, "It's completely over. I don't want to mention him anymore." I was happy for her;
after all, she could let go and move on, which was the best thing.

On the way back after the meal, she walked ahead, and I followed behind. She took out another pill and swallowed it
.

I asked her, "What are you eating, one after another?"

She said it was vitamin C.

I asked again, "Why are you eating vitamin C?"

She lowered her head shyly, "Because I'm afraid of making a mistake!"

I was quite puzzled at the time, "Make a mistake? What do you mean?" But I didn't ask any more questions and continued walking.

Later I learned that vitamin C has a certain hangover-relieving effect, and she didn't want to do anything reckless while drunk.

After we got home, we realized that the new house didn't have a TV or broadband. We chatted for a while, and she still didn't forget
to express her gratitude. When it got late, I said, "It's getting late, I'm going back now, you should get some rest
."

"Okay," she replied.

Just as I was about to leave, she ran up to me and said, "Why don't you stay tonight?" Her
eyes were full of pleading, and I seemed to understand something from her eyes.

"I think it's better not to, there's nowhere to sleep," I declined.

"I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep on the bed," she quickly said.

Seeing my hesitation, she quickly added, "Okay, don't leave, okay?"

Seeing her sincerity, I said, "Alright then, I'll just stay here for the night, but I'll sleep on the sofa, and you can sleep on
the bed." She nodded happily.

After washing up that evening, she went back to her room, and I grabbed a blanket and lay down on the sofa. Strangely enough,
even though I hadn't been drinking, I fell asleep quickly. But after sleeping for a while, I felt someone moving around at my feet
. I woke up and saw that Xiaoli had also come to the sofa.

I groggily asked, "Why are you on the sofa too?"

"Get up, go to bed, I'll sleep on the sofa," she told me.

Being woken up by her naturally annoyed me. I said somewhat angrily, "Hey, I told you to sleep on the bed, so just sleep
on the bed arguing with me about the sofa? I'm fine sleeping on the sofa."

Seeing that she didn't move, I stood up, walked to her side, and picked her up from behind, saying,
"Let's both go to bed." She wrapped her arms around my neck, smiling and closing her eyes.

I put her on the bed and lay down next to her. She leaned closer to me.

I kissed her on the head and said, "Sleep." She nestled against my chest, looked up at me, and smiled,
saying, "Looks like I'm really going to make a mistake tonight." Then she got up and kissed me. I was momentarily speechless at her actions.

You see, she's still heartbroken from her previous relationship. How could I do something like this with her right now
? Wouldn't that be taking advantage of her? Besides, from the beginning, I only felt sorry for her and wanted to help her; I
had no ulterior motives.

But it seems my thoughts were different from hers. While she was kissing me, her hand was already inside my
underwear . I said to her, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

She whispered, "I like you!"

I was stunned. It turned out that my care and help during this time had made her develop feelings for me, and she
wanted me to fill the void in her heart. While I was hesitating, her mouth was already on my penis, tightly enveloped

by her cherry-like lips . I thought, "It's come to this; wouldn't it be inhumane to refuse her now?" So I let go of my inhibitions and started to enjoy the pleasure. Her oral skills were quite impressive; she sucked hard on the head of my penis, making me feel an intense itch. She then completely took my penis into her mouth and pushed it towards her throat. Because her mouth was small, my penis could only slide down a small part of her clitoris . The feeling of being enveloped in her deep throat was something my penis had never experienced before. Her figure, needless to say, was absolutely first-rate. Although her breasts weren't as big as Sister Yin's, they were still large enough, too big to be grasped in one hand. I thought to myself, "Why couldn't I find a girlfriend this good when I was abroad?" With her rapid up-and-down movements, my penis finally couldn't hold back, and my semen gushed out, filling her mouth. In the end, she swallowed it along with the pre-ejaculate. I asked her, "You swallowed it?" She smiled as she looked at me. I pulled her into my arms. "Do you really like me?" I asked Xiaoli, who was lying on my chest. She nodded. "Why?" I asked again. "I think you're a good person," she said, looking at me firmly. Hearing this, I realized that Xiaoli had truly mistaken my concern for love, so I had no choice but to play along . Thinking of this, I rolled over onto her and began kissing her. She responded passionately, perhaps venting her pent-up emotions, or perhaps releasing her resentment at being dumped by her ex-boyfriend… I'm not the naive young man I used to be, especially after being with Sister Yin. My mouth roamed over her entire body, gently parting her legs to reveal her delicate, slightly dark vulva. Her juices were already flowing from her vaginal opening. I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue swirling . She moaned without restraint, gradually becoming unable to resist my oral skills. Her hips swayed incessantly, even trying to stop me from continuing. But I couldn't stop. She was experiencing multiple orgasms; I needed to increase the frequency to prepare for my penetration. Thinking this, my tongue moved even faster inside and outside her vulva, occasionally stimulating her clitoris with my stubble. Each stimulation sent her body into a frenzy. I felt it was about right, and my penis got hard again. I got up, lifted my penis, and thrust it straight into her vagina . "Ah..." she kept moaning. Her vagina was actually quite wide; if she were lying flat, my penis wouldn't even feel the tightness of her grip. I lifted her legs over her head, making them parallel to her body. I supported myself on the bed with my hands, like doing push-ups, thrusting in and out repeatedly. "Ah..." her moans grew louder and louder. "Does it feel good?" I asked her. "So good! Fuck me, don't stop, fuck me! Ah..." she moaned. It was the first time I'd heard a woman use such vulgar language, and I felt incredibly excited. I thought to myself, "I wonder why I'm performing so well today?" With one thrust, I slammed my hips hard. She suddenly twisted her hips rapidly, her brows furrowed, then calmed down. I knew she had just had an orgasm. I continued to work hard, and soon her second orgasm came, but this time the reaction was even stronger, as her vagina contracted tightly several times, and her whole body trembled. "Get up, lie down there," I told her. She understood and lay down, looking completely exhausted. I supported my penis, which was covered in a white, sticky substance. I pressed it against her vagina and thrust in again, her head jerking back. The rear-entry position made my penis feel some pressure from her vagina, unlike the front-entry position. I slowly increased the speed of my thrusts, her juices soaking a large patch of the blanket beneath her. I pounded her buttocks violently, the bed creaking, her moans growing louder and louder. "Fuck me..." she cried. The more she cried, the more excited I became. After two more thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her. I glanced at the alarm clock by the bed; we'd been at it for over half an hour. I collapsed beside her, and she got up and stuffed some tissue into her vagina to prevent the semen from flowing back and staining the blanket. I touched my head; beads of sweat clung to it, and my back felt sticky too. "Was it okay if I ejaculated inside?" I asked her, panting. She shook her head and said, "It's fine, I'm in my safe period." She lay there for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to empty herself of the semen. When she came back, we didn't say anything more exhausted. For the next few nights, we stayed together, like dogs in heat. However, things didn't go well. Although I still felt some repulsion towards her because she was so infatuated with her ex-boyfriend, I needed to slowly change my mind. To be honest, I wasn't originally planning to date a girl who had lived with someone abroad, because I'm rather conservative. But with Xiaoli, I started to change my mind. Maybe I didn't tell Xiaoli my true feelings, or maybe she felt I wasn't entirely sure about her. Suddenly one day, she called and said there was something going on at home, and her mother wanted her to go back. I didn't think much of it at the time and even told her to take care of herself. But after she left, I never saw her again, and she never contacted me again. I don't know if she really went home, or if there really was something going on at home, but I never saw her again. As time went by, I gradually forgot about this chance encounter and romance. To be honest, I was prepared to accept her and make her my official girlfriend, but she herself gave up. Perhaps when she said she liked me, it was just her feeling at the time, and sleeping with me was just to repay my help.

And concern. In short, that was the end of it.

Those years, my emotional experiences (Lover's Part 4)

When I first met Xiaoli, I met Sister Liu on UC. Sister Liu was 47 years old at the time. Although she was nearly 50,
she looked like she was in her early 40s. Because she took good care of herself and had fair skin, she looked very
young . Sister Liu was going through a divorce at the time. Her husband was a division-level officer in the army. Perhaps
because he had an affair, he insisted on divorcing Sister Liu. Actually, Sister Liu didn't want to divorce. Although their
married life hadn't been harmonious in recent years, they were both getting on in years and still wanted to make do. But her
husband was determined to divorce her, and no one could persuade him otherwise. He even moved into his workplace.

Sister Liu often listened to music on UC. After I contacted her, she was initially very resistant to me
because there was a nearly 20-year age gap between us, and there would be a generation gap. Moreover, in Sister Liu's eyes,
there was nothing to talk about with "kids" like me.

However, despite my persistence, Sister Liu was eventually moved by my sincerity. I had no
ill intentions at first; after hearing her family story, I was even more eager to help her. So I often
chatted with her online, easing her worries, and she gradually became willing to confide in me. After
several months .

Until one time, we inadvertently talked about sex, and she complained that she hadn't
had sex . I half-jokingly said, "I can satisfy your needs!" She said, "Really?

" I said, "Really, what's the big deal?" She just chuckled and didn't say anything more.

The first time I met Sister Liu was at a barbecue restaurant not far from my workplace. At our first meeting,
I was struck by how charming she was, even though she was nearly 50. She was tall and maintained a great figure—
compared to her peers, of course, and certainly better than many older people whose bodies had changed drastically. Her skin
was fair, and she had few wrinkles. I later learned that she had
always , she hadn't stopped taking care of herself, often swimming and taking milk baths. I found her to be very open-minded and
cheerful. Perhaps that was the reason for her youthful appearance.

After dinner, we strolled along the beach, chatting as we went. We were like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, with endless
things to talk about—family, work, relationships, and everything in between. When we got tired, we sat down to rest on a
stone bench . It was summer, and sitting so close together, there was some physical contact.

"You know what? When I first saw you, I really wanted to give you a hug," Sister Liu said to me.

"Then why didn't you hug me?" I asked her.

"I was afraid you weren't prepared and it would scare you, haha!" Sister Liu said half-jokingly.

"Then hug me now, I'm ready," I said to Sister Liu. Sister Liu looked around and, seeing that there weren't many
people, gave me a warm hug, so tight that we didn't separate for a long time. I knew this was Sister Liu's
long- lack of male care, a spontaneous release of her emotions. At the same time, I also felt that my
relationship with Sister Liu would definitely develop further, and thinking about this, I felt uneasy.

At that time, Sister Liu suffered from a very serious gynecological disease, and her period was very long and irregular, sometimes even a month late. She
told me that several times when she came home from outside, her pants were soaked with blood. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was often
ashen. When I had free time, I would chat with her online to check on her, which made her feel very warm.

At that time, she actually indirectly knew that her husband was having an affair, but since he moved out of the house
, their relationship had been at a standstill.

Sometimes she would chat with me online, jokingly saying, "Looking for a suitable old man,
I want to find a second partner."

I said, "You're not completely divorced yet, finding another partner is illegal."

She chuckled and said, "He's allowed to have his own romantic affairs, but I can't have my own romance?"

"What about me?" I joked.

"You little brat, too young," she replied.

"But I've grown in all the right places!" I joked again.

She didn't reply, just sent a smiling emoji. At that time, my heart was truly fluttering. It seemed
Sister Liu wasn't opposed to me; maybe I should try harder.

After spending some time together, she became quite familiar with me, often calling
to Once, she even waited for me at the station after work, bringing me freshly cooked dumplings. I was truly
touched! From then on, I would contact her frequently, trying to comfort her about the unhappiness caused by her family conflicts.

One weekend evening, we met online again. We chatted about all sorts of things,
occasionally touching on sensitive topics.

"I'm off tomorrow, come over to my place, you're free anyway," I asked her.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing much, I just moved to a new place, and I'd like to invite you over," I said. Sister Liu
thought for a moment, then didn't answer directly, only saying, "I'll see tomorrow."

I didn't know if she agreed or not, but I felt there was still a chance. At that time, Sister Liu
already knew about Xiaoli and me, and she often joked about us. However, before Sister Liu came to my house,
Xiaoli had already gone back to her hometown for several days.

The next morning I woke up very late, still woken by Sister Liu's phone call. "Which bus do I take to your house?"

Sister Liu asked on the other end of the line. I jolted awake, a surge of indescribable joy welling up inside me, though
I suppressed it slightly in my voice. "Oh, you can transfer at Xi'an Road and take bus number 41 directly to my house."
"I'll be there in a bit, it'll probably take an hour and a half, I'm about to leave," Sister Liu said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you for lunch," I told her.

Hanging up the phone, I felt a mix of nervousness and indescribable emotions. But I didn't dwell on it too much, quickly got up to tidy
the room , went downstairs to buy groceries, and prepared to cook for Sister Liu at lunchtime.

Sister Liu arrived near my house around 11 a.m. I picked her up at the bus stop, and after getting off, she complained that my
house was too far away and she'd had a long bus ride.

Sister Liu still thought my cooking was excellent. After lunch and tidying up, we sat on the sofa
chatting . We didn't buy a TV in the new house, just broadband internet, which was installed in the bedroom.

The afternoon sun made me feel lazy, and a full meal made me even more drowsy.

"Oh dear, I'm so sleepy," Sister Liu said.

"Then let's go to the bedroom and lie down for a while," I said.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Sister Liu asked me with a smile.

"I'm alright, not too sleepy," I said.

I'm always so clueless; even at this point, how come I can't see the right moment?

"Let's lie down together for a while," Sister Liu said after a pause.

My heart suddenly raced when I heard that. "Sister Liu, what's going on..." "Hmm, okay!" I said. As she spoke, Sister Liu
pulled me towards the bedroom.

Sister Liu didn't stand on ceremony, because since she had chosen to come, she had already made ample preparations. Sister Liu
generously took off her outer clothes, but since it was still winter, she hadn't taken off her sweater and trousers underneath, and then got into bed and
snuggled under the covers. "Oh, so comfortable!" Sister Liu said. "Why don't you come up too?" Sister Liu continued.

My excitement grew even stronger. I thought, "Is this still my home? Do I need a stranger to call me to bed?" I
took off my outer clothes, leaving only my thermal underwear, and crawled into bed next to Sister Liu.

As soon as I lay down, Sister Liu quickly moved closer, wrapping her arm around mine. I pulled her into my arms, and
she nestled against me. Neither of us said anything, just lay quietly against the headboard.
Even though Sister Liu had thought things through, I believe she was still quite
nervous given it was her first time being so intimate. After all, the person lying next to her was a friend she'd only known for a few months, and
19 years younger than her.

I took the initiative. To be honest, after my experiences with Sister Yin and Xiao Li, I
was completely open about relationships. Besides, we were already like this, what was there to hold back? I gently kissed the top of Sister Liu's
head . She looked up at me, then took off her glasses, sat up slightly, and began to kiss me.

I responded to Sister Liu's kiss, but she didn't open her mouth or immediately start a French kiss. I
slowly moved my kisses to her cheeks, earlobes, and neck... I got up and took off Sister Liu's sweater. Sister Liu was also
very proactive, taking off her bra and lingerie herself. When Sister Liu had completely taken off her bra, I was a little
dumbfounded . Because Sister Liu's skin was really white and tender, and it felt very smooth and delicate to the touch.

Sister Liu saw that I was a little stunned and laughed, saying, "Silly girl, do you think I'm old?"

"No, no, I'm just amazed at how good your skin is," I quickly said.

"You're actually surprised that my skin is still so good even though I'm almost 50, right?" Sister Liu said with a smile.

"Actually, my skin has always been good, plus I exercise regularly and take milk baths, so my skin looks much better than
others my age ," Sister Liu continued. After saying that, she helped me take off my clothes. I came back to my senses, laid Sister Liu down, and
began to kiss Sister Liu's snow-white body.

"Is it a little salty? I was all sweaty when I came," Sister Liu asked me. I didn't bother to
answer , continuing to kiss Sister Liu's body. Sister Liu's breasts weren't very big; they felt fine when sitting or standing,
but they seemed a bit flat when lying down, though they
still .

My tongue continued to travel downwards, kissing her while my hands were also busy, stirring Sister Liu's
vulva . Sister Liu would occasionally let out soft moans from my teasing, "Mmm, mmm..."

When I reached the outside of Sister Liu's vulva, she pushed me away with her hand, indicating that she didn't want me to kiss her
there ; her gynecological condition wasn't completely cured. I didn't continue, but began to carefully examine Sister Liu's vulva. Sister Liu's
vulva didn't have thick pubic hair; it was sparse and somewhat white. After all, she was almost 50 years old
, and no matter how well she maintained herself overall, some areas of her body would always show signs of aging. I lowered my head
and sniffed; there was indeed a strange smell.

I slightly lifted her legs; her vulva was already wet. "Can we use a condom?" I asked
Sister Liu. She nodded; she had actually had a sterilization operation a long time ago.

I held my already throbbing penis and rubbed it against Sister Liu's vulva. Sister Liu couldn't suppress the pleasure,
slightly turning her body, moaning, "Mmm, ah..." She reached out and stroked my penis, helping me find
the right spot.

"Ah..." Sister Liu let out a slightly louder moan, because my penis was now fully inserted into her vulva.

Sister Liu's vagina didn't feel loose at all; on the contrary, it was quite tight. Perhaps it was because she
hadn't . I thrust in and out a few times, feeling the intense friction of my penis, and quickly pulled it out,
slapping my penis against Sister Liu's vulva a few times. "Come in quickly..." Sister Liu said to me almost pleadingly.

I guided my penis in again and began piston-like movements. This time, the second time felt much smoother, and Liu Jie's
vagina was already leaking fluid. Scientifically speaking, someone Liu Jie's age should experience vaginal dryness.

But Liu Jie was the opposite, perhaps due to her usual maintenance.

I remarked that Liu Jie was well-maintained, with a very high physique.

According to proportions and general principles, this was extremely standard. She came from a scholarly family and
was considered a well-bred young lady. When she married her husband, he was five years younger than her, and he insisted on
marrying her because of her family background and refined manners, despite his family's strong opposition
. Later, Liu Jie's family fell into poverty during the Cultural Revolution, but her inherent temperament and cultivation never faded.

I began to violently thrust into Liu Jie's vagina, and she moaned loudly from my thrusts. I leaned down,
caressing Liu Jie's breasts with both hands, while rapidly thrusting in and out. After two pounding thrusts, I felt I couldn't hold on any longer
. My semen gushed out, entering Liu Jie's body. I lay panting on top of Sister Liu, who was stroking
my back.

"Who's better, me or your husband?" I asked Sister Liu.

She smiled. "You two can't compare."

"Why not?" I continued.

She laughed and said, "No means no. If I had to say who's better, I'd say it's him! Hehe."

I felt a little disappointed. Sister Liu stroked my head and said, "You're not bad either. You need to do it often."

I didn't say anything more and fell asleep in Sister Liu's arms.

When I woke up, it was already past 4 pm. Sister Liu hadn't slept much. Seeing me awake, she said, "Awake
?" I didn't answer, but went over and kissed Sister Liu. Suddenly, I remembered what Sister Liu had said
about me not being as good as her husband, and I felt a little resentful. So, instead of just kissing her once, I continued kissing her. Sister Liu was also hot...
She responded fiercely to me. This time, I didn't do much foreplay; as soon as my penis was hard, I went for it.

The second time was much better, giving Sister Liu a rollercoaster of pleasure. When I entered from behind, I could feel
how big Sister Liu's buttocks were, and her large vulva was even more alluring. Because Sister Liu was tall and had long legs, I couldn't reach her vulva from behind when she was kneeling on
the bed . So I had to have her kneel on the edge of the bed while I stood on the floor. This
position allowed me to thrust more forcefully, and Sister Liu also liked this position. This time, I brought Sister Liu to
orgasm before I ejaculated. Looking at Sister Liu lying limply on the bed, I couldn't help but feel delighted.

I lay on her back and whispered in her ear, "How did I do this time?"

"Pretty good, you've improved. Keep it up," Sister Liu replied in an academic tone.

"I'm just old. If I were five years younger, I could have tormented you to death!" Sister Liu
continued .

I chuckled and didn't say anything. It was clear that Sister Liu was very strong in this area. Later, she
told me that when she and her husband first got married, he was so much younger than her and knew nothing. It was Sister Liu who
taught him everything. Her husband, being young, often made love several times a night without feeling tired.

Sister Liu and I always got along very well, although for a period we even
lost contact because I was working in another city. But one day after I returned to Dalian, we met online again. Although we didn't have a very
enthusiastic reminiscing, I could tell she still cared about me. Later, she invited me swimming,
and afterward I took her home. At her home, we made love repeatedly. Even one rainy day, we tried
to make love in the car. However, due to nervousness and the cramped space, we couldn't.
So many years have passed since I first met Sister Liu, and now at 51, she's lost interest in sex.
Time has taken its toll; she looks much older, and she no longer actively seeks it out. Sometimes
it's just to satisfy me.

Although her relationship with her husband had improved somewhat by then, and he had moved back home,
he was frequently away on business trips, sometimes for months at a time. Interestingly, they still
slept in separate rooms. Even when their son came home for summer or winter vacation and they had to share a bed, they still
slept head-to-toe.

My relationship with Sister Liu was indeed challenging, given our nearly 20-year age difference,
which many considered incestuous. But setting aside the age barrier, our relationship was simply
that . Initially, I felt a sense of pride, which might seem a bit perverse. Now, I realize
that sex is simple; in a consensual relationship, there's nothing wrong with anything, and there shouldn't be any age or other
restrictions. Having sex with a 50-year-old woman is essentially the same as having sex with a 20-year-old woman. If friends
get along well and have needs, doing what they want is fine. But if you overthink it,
it's best not to do anything at all. You might not even be able to be friends, don't you think?

My Emotional Experiences Over the Years (Part 5 of My Lover Story)

In 2010, I left my city to develop my career in Beijing,
working for . At the time, the company's headquarters were in Shanghai, and I was mainly responsible for daily administrative affairs in the Beijing branch.
Because of our overlapping work, I needed to have a lot of contact with the finance department at the Shanghai headquarters, and it was through this opportunity that I met Sister Zhang
.

I stayed in Beijing for about a year. During this time, I didn't contact Sister Yin or Sister Liu much, only sending a text message to greet them during
the Chinese New Year . During that period, I really wanted to forget the past, and sometimes I felt a little
regretful, but what's done is done, and regret is useless. People are actually so contradictory; when you think about it,
you forget everything; when you don't want to think about it, you deny your original convictions.

Sister Zhang was exactly ten years older than me, and also born in the Year of the Dog. She was a native of Shanghai, not as
tall , but of average build. Sister Zhang had a large bust, not as large as Sister Yin's, but still very well-defined.

We often chatted online about work-related matters. At that time, we talked mostly about
the financial reimbursement matters of the Beijing branch. Later, we also chatted about other things at the company. Since she was a long-time employee,
it was necessary for a newcomer like me to learn more about the company's history.

Sister Zhang was actually quite open-minded, like many Shanghai young professionals. Occasionally, she would chat with me about
private matters concerning her life and family. For example, she mentioned that her husband would go out to play mahjong every night after dinner and would
n't come home until very late, and that their marital life was not harmonious. However, we didn't discuss these things in great depth;
perhaps she was just trying to pique my interest.

Six months later, I was transferred to the company headquarters as an assistant to the general manager, and my relationship with Sister Zhang reached a new level.

My arrival excited her greatly, though I didn't know why at the time. Later, I learned that she had actually liked
me for a long time.

Having just changed jobs, I inevitably had to get to know my new colleagues and the new environment.

To be honest, I didn't like Shanghai because it seemed to me as if it was very hostile to outsiders. Although
the older Shanghainese wouldn't say it, they communicated in a dialect you couldn't understand, making it
impossible for outsiders to comprehend what they were saying. No matter where they are, two Shanghainese people generally
don't communicate in Mandarin unless you ask them to.

One weekend, I invited Sister Liu to dinner, and she happily agreed. However, she wanted to come to my place, which I didn't
understand at the time. Later, I found out that she wanted to use this opportunity to go to my house, and then…

I live in Putuo District, which is close to the Loushanguan Road subway station. The day we met, the weather was a bit gloomy,
and I took Sister Liu to a Northeastern restaurant, hoping she would try authentic Northeastern cuisine. But just like how we
Northerners aren't used to Huaiyang or Cantonese cuisine, Shanghainese people
aren't Nevertheless, we both enjoyed the meal.

After we finished eating, around three o'clock, we walked out of the restaurant, and as we walked, I asked her, "Should I take you to
the subway station or come to my house for a while?" She looked at her watch and said, "It's still early, why don't I come to your house for a while and then
go back?" I was secretly delighted, and a wicked thought arose in my mind.

My place is about a 15-minute walk from where we ate. We chatted about
trivial . My rented apartment is one of those old buildings, a suite, without a living room, just one large room, a balcony, and a kitchen.
The rooms were on opposite sides of the house. After we sat down, I busied myself boiling water for her. It was winter, and the room
was rather chilly without air conditioning.

Once the water was boiled, I poured two glasses, and we sat at the table, chatting as we drank. There wasn't much
to talk about; we'd covered most of it during dinner and on the way back. I felt a mix of impatience and
hesitation. "Should I take the initiative?" I kept thinking. Since Sister Zhang had come to my house instead of
leaving earlier, it meant she was prepared. It was just a matter of who would
break through that thin veil first.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark. It was almost dark at four in the morning, especially with the overcast sky. Then she
stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked out the window. "It's getting dark," she said.

"Yes, it is," I replied.

"Are you going back?" I continued.

She didn't answer directly, but turned around and moved closer to me. "No rush, we can wait a little longer."

By then, I was already very close to her. I suddenly pulled her into my arms and made her sit on my
lap.

"What are you doing?" She tried to get up, but I pressed her down.

"What do you think I want to do?" I said to her lecherously. She looked at my face, and we stared at each other for
a few seconds. Then, I leaned in and kissed her. She showed a little bit of reserve at first, but
then she took the initiative to kiss me, her tongue teasing mine.

We were like lovers who hadn't seen each other for a long time. On a whim, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Actually, Zhang Jie
was very light, around 100 pounds. Then again, given the situation, I could have picked her up even if she were heavier
. I pressed Zhang Jie down beneath me, and our mouths passionately intertwined. My penis was already erect,
uncomfortable from being constricted by my underwear. I started to take off Zhang Jie's clothes, and she complied. After I stripped her naked, she quickly
covered herself with the blanket. I quickly took off my clothes and slipped into bed.

Zhang Jie's skin was decent, very smooth; southern girls generally have good skin, but it wasn't as
fair as Liu Jie's. I pressed myself against Zhang Jie's body, kissing her passionately. Zhang Jie reacted strongly, her
moans growing louder. My mouth moved down from her lips, stopping at her breasts. I carefully
admired her breasts; small D-cup, just the right size to hold in my hand, and the nipples were large.
I had seen Zhang Jie in the office once before, in the summer, and was immediately captivated by her breasts. She was wearing a t-shirt then, and
the contours of her upper body were very defined; anyone who saw them would be awestruck. I used all my skills, pleasing
Zhang Jie's breasts with my mouth. Her reaction intensified; besides moaning, she kept writhing her body.

"Ah, ah..."

I lifted her legs, stunned by Zhang Jie's vulva. "Why is there so much vaginal fluid?" I
thought to myself. I hadn't even penetrated her yet, how could she react so strongly? Her vaginal fluid had already soaked a patch of the sheet under her buttocks.

I held my already throbbing penis and rubbed it up and down against her vulva. Zhang Jie's vulva wasn't
as large as Liu Jie's; instead, it was quite delicate. Her two thin labia majora appeared somewhat dark, with a faint
pink tinge , and the vaginal fluid flowing out had a glistening appearance. My penis found the entrance to her vagina and gently slid in. Zhang Jie
frowned slightly, then relaxed.

I slowly thrust in and out, my mouth still passionately kissing Zhang Jie's soft lips. Seeing my slow movements, Zhang Jie
began to twist her hips to meet my thrusts. It seemed that Zhang Jie was the kind of woman who was extremely proactive.

"Why don't you come up on top?" I asked Zhang Jie.

"Okay!" Zhang Jie responded, getting up and sitting on me. She eagerly thrust my penis into
her vagina and began riding me up and down in a horse-riding motion. Just as I expected, Sister Zhang was indeed a
very wanton woman; she moved faster and faster on top, making our bed creak and groan. My bed was
an old wooden bed given to me by the landlord, and with Sister Zhang's vigorous thrusting, the headboard began to bang against the wall, and the thud
grew louder and louder . I thought to myself, "Sister Zhang, this slut, has pretty strong sexual stamina! If she keeps going like this,
my bed will collapse!"

"Mmm, ah..." Sister Zhang continued to moan lasciviously, her head occasionally tilting back, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the
pleasure . Just as I was thinking this, Sister Zhang suddenly increased her speed, and her moans intensified. Then I felt her legs
forcefully grip my hip joint, and then she deflated like a punctured balloon, slowing her movements.

It was clear that Sister Zhang had just experienced an orgasm, and I was captivated by the way she came.

"Come on, you rest for a bit, I'll go upstairs," I said to Sister Zhang.

Sister Zhang was exhausted and collapsed onto the bed. When I lifted her legs, she seemed
numb . The more she did this, the more excited I became. I thought, "The best is yet to come." With that,
I thrust my penis straight into Sister Zhang's vagina and began to move rapidly. Perhaps because of
the , I didn't feel much resistance; instead, the insertion felt very smooth. My penis gradually adapted to Sister Zhang's
gentle embrace and performed admirably. I thrust several times, but my penis showed no sign of ejaculating. I pounded violently into Sister Zhang's vulva.
She was already experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes closed, moaning softly.

"Is it good?" I asked Sister Zhang as I thrust in and out.

"Mmm, you're so naughty!" Sister Zhang said sweetly.

Seeing that my penis showed no sign of ejaculating, I pulled it out, stood up, and brought it to Sister Zhang's mouth,
asking her to give me oral sex and let her taste the flavor of her vagina. Sister Zhang took my penis into her mouth and began to suck
on the glans. A stimulating sensation surged through me. I tried thrusting into Zhang Jie's mouth
a few times , almost making her nauseous.

She kissed my penis for a while, and I felt my penis was about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled it out and
inserted it into Zhang Jie's vagina again. This time, my pace was faster. Zhang Jie's body was barely moving,
only occasionally turning her head from side to side, because she had no strength left. With a sudden thrust, Zhang Jie almost
screamed, "Ah!" Then her brows furrowed, her eyes closed, and my semen shot into Zhang Jie's
body in spurts. My penis felt warm.

Afterwards, I collapsed onto her, both of us exhausted. Especially Zhang Jie, who didn't
react , just lying there with her head turned to the side and her eyes slightly closed. I also drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes. Zhang Jie was asleep now too. I gently kissed her cheek.
A kiss woke her up. "I was so tired," Zhang Jie said. "Me too," I
said.

I checked my watch. "It's almost 5:30. Shouldn't you go home?" I asked Zhang Jie. " Really?
I can barely get up," Zhang Jie said reluctantly. "If you can't get up, then don't leave tonight," I
said, pressing my cheek against hers. "No, I told my family I had to go home," Zhang Jie said. After saying that, she tried to get up
slowly , struggling several times before finally standing. "I'll get up too, and take you to the subway station," I said, getting up as well.

"I didn't realize you had such a strong sex drive," I said to Zhang Jie as I got dressed.

"Yeah, sometimes my husband goes out to play cards every night, and I can't have sex with him for a long time. I really want to
, so I masturbate in the room while the kids are sleeping," Zhang Jie said.

I was a little surprised to hear this; it was the first time I'd heard a woman say she masturbated. "You really want to?" I continued
to ask her. "Yeah, sometimes I really want to, but if my husband can't give it to me, then I have to take care of it myself!"
Sister said.

"That's great, now that I have you, I don't need to masturbate anymore," Sister Zhang continued.

I was overjoyed to hear that, "She wants to have a long-term sexual relationship with me!" I didn't directly respond to her
question, but instead asked her, "Am I better than your husband?" "

You can't compare, you're both different. The key is the feeling at the moment, you know, silly,"

Sister Zhang said with a sly smile.

I didn't ask any more questions. After we finished getting ready, I saw her off to the subway station.

"Why are your legs a little weak?" Sister Zhang said as she walked downstairs. "If you moved any more vigorously, I
dare say you wouldn't be able to walk!" I replied with a laugh.

"You're so annoying!" Sister Zhang slapped me on the back.

When we arrived at the subway station, Sister Zhang seemed reluctant to leave. Only after I urged her did she board the subway. That's how clingy Shanghai
women are. After getting home, she texted me to let me know she arrived safely, adding, "My legs
were ."

Actually, Zhang Jie was dating a guy from Beijing at that time; he was the same age as me. They kept
in touch, sometimes Zhang Jie would visit him in Beijing, and sometimes he would visit her in Shanghai.

He would text her every day to check on her, and they maintained this relationship for almost four years
.

I really admired them; being so far apart, and with an age gap, it was truly
remarkable .

However, around the time Zhang Jie and I had our relationship, he found a girlfriend and was planning
to get married. This made Zhang Jie very unhappy, but she couldn't stop it because they couldn't
be together .

So, they often argued during that period.

I slept with Zhang Jie twice, but I didn't contact her often. Shortly after I joined the company in Shanghai, she
resigned. Sometimes she would bother me online, asking if I was free on weekends; I knew what she meant. But
sometimes I was really busy, so I didn't have many opportunities to be with her. Later, I resigned and quietly left Shanghai,
returning to my hometown.

She was furious when she found out, complaining that I hadn't told her. She even said that if I had told her, she would have slept
with me again before I left.

Even now, we sometimes keep in touch online. She often asks me to come to Shanghai to see her, but I politely decline.

To be honest, I'm not crazy enough to travel that far to sleep with someone. Besides, I have a family now
and can't get away. I just told her, "If I have the chance to go to Shanghai on a business trip in the future, I will definitely see her."

This is my story with Sister Zhang, a true story that happened to me.

Those years, my emotional experiences (Lover's Chapter 6)

Last summer, my wife went to her mother's house to prepare for childbirth, and I was at home with nothing to do. I accidentally met Sister Song
online . She is 47 years old, divorced, from Jilin, and teaches math and works part-time as a homeroom teacher at a middle school in Dalian
. At first, because she was running a tutoring class at home during the summer vacation, we didn't chat much. We would only
exchange a few words occasionally, and then she would disappear.

One night, I don't know how she had so much free time, she greeted me online, and then we chatted
for a long time. When the conversation turned to her love life, she was quite candid. She had dated a man 15 years her junior
for a year. They ended things because he was pressured by his family to settle down and start a family. Now she
was dating a man from Hainan online, and she felt there was a good chance they could be together. She
planned to go to Hainan before the new semester started to discuss their future with her Hainanese lover.

I understood; a woman in her forties, divorced for so many years, needed
care and warmth. As she got older, she needed a stable family life as
a pillar of support . However, I wasn't optimistic about her relationship with the Hainanese man. I believed he was just
playing around with her. This was later proven true. Of course, I didn't discourage her at the time, because
Sister Song was full of enthusiasm, and I didn't want to dampen her spirits.

We talked a lot that night. Finally, I invited Sister Song to have dinner together sometime, and she readily
agreed.

A few days later, on Thursday evening, I was still at work. Sister Song initiated a chat with me. After exchanging pleasantries, she told me
she was free on Friday night and wanted to have dinner with me. Of course, I didn't refuse. I had a vague feeling that
another one-night stand was about to begin.

On Friday evening, I arrived at the restaurant we had agreed upon on time. While parking, I saw a middle-aged woman standing at the restaurant
entrance . She was short, slightly plump, with permed wavy hair
, wearing capri pants and a lace short-sleeved top, carefully examining a brochure. I was almost certain it
was Sister Song. My heart sank. "This woman's appearance is terrible. Even for a one-night stand, she
should at least meet my physical needs!" But then I thought, "Since I made an appointment, I can't just stand
her up . It's just a meal; I can just leave afterward."

After parking, I walked over to Sister Song and shone my phone at her. When she looked up and around, I
confirmed it was Sister Song. But my heart sank even further. Sister Song was truly the least attractive woman I knew
, much worse than the photos on her QQ space. She had dark skin, chubby cheeks, and small eyes...

I smiled and greeted her, then we walked into the restaurant together.

During dinner, we chatted a lot. However, Sister Song gradually changed my opinion of her. She was a
very cultured woman; her speech and manners exuded a teacher-like air. Moreover, she was a member of the China Democratic National Construction Association (I
don't know how she became a member; I heard that party doesn't recruit members casually, maybe she's lying to me). Actually,
a person's appearance isn't that important; what matters is the aura they exude. Although
Sister Song wasn't the type of woman with that kind of aura, her inherent气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or poise) was enough to offset any perceived disadvantage in her appearance.

After dinner, at the restaurant entrance, I asked her, "Do you want me to take you home?" Seeing that it was still early, she
said , "Why don't you accompany me for a walk? I ate too much."

"There's a mountain park nearby; I'll take you there," I said to Sister Song. Sister Song readily agreed. We
didn't drive, because the park was indeed very close, less than a 5-minute walk. On

summer evenings, after dinner, the surrounding residents would go to this park to cool off and take a walk. When we arrived,
there were already many people strolling there. We walked side by side on the winding mountain road. Sister Song said she often went to the gym to work out, not only to relieve
work stress but also to exercise. Actually, Sister Song's figure was quite good; she wasn't as overweight as other people her age,
though she was a little plump, perhaps because she was relatively short and her figure wasn't very noticeable.

After walking around for a couple of laps, I got a little tired, and she said in a lecturing tone, "You just don't exercise enough, look at your
belly !" My belly was indeed a bit big, especially after just having a big meal. But considering my height of 180 cm and
weight of 180 kg, I was indeed a bit overweight.

"Let me take you home," I said to Sister Song. She was probably a little tired too, so we went back to the parking
spot, and I drove her home. Her house was quite far from where we had eaten, and we
chatted casually along the way. When we arrived at her building, Sister Song still made sure to say a few polite words to me as she got out of the car.

"Thank you for treating me to dinner," Sister Song said.

"It's nothing, no need to thank me," I replied.

Seeing Sister Song close the car door and head home, I rolled down the window and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Sister Song paused for a moment, "My house is too messy today, maybe another day."

Seeing that Sister Song had no intention of inviting me, although I was reluctant, I had no choice but to give up.

For the next few days, I didn't contact Sister Song again. It wasn't just because I was a little disappointed, but also because I
didn't really want anything more from us. But sometimes, the more you don't want something, the more they try to
seduce you.

That night, around 10 pm, I was playing World of Warcraft, and I hadn't passed another level, feeling frustrated. Suddenly, I saw the QQ
icon flashing; it was Sister Song greeting me.

She asked what I was doing, and I said I was playing games. She asked if I had eaten. I glanced at my watch and laughed, "It's
past 10 o'clock, who hasn't eaten yet?" Sister Song said she hadn't eaten either and asked, "Are you free?" I
asked, "For what?" She said, "If you're free, come over and have a late-night snack with her." To be honest, I really
didn't want to go, but then I thought, wouldn't it be silly to turn down such an easy opportunity? For a moment, my animalistic
instincts overcame my reason, and I agreed to Sister Song's offer. I quickly got dressed, went downstairs, and drove to her house.

We sat down at a barbecue restaurant near her house, ordered some lamb skewers, beef tendon, chicken heads, and even got her
a bottle of beer. We ate and chatted. Since I had already eaten dinner and didn't
usually eat after 10 pm, I didn't eat much, just kept her company. We ate for over half an hour, and those half hours
felt incredibly long. I kept thinking, "Will I still not be able to make a move tonight?"

After dinner, Sister Song said she wanted to take a walk, as eating too much would be hard to digest. I was reluctant.
"It's so late, what are we doing wandering around? We should just go back to sleep!" I thought to myself, but
I couldn't say it aloud.

"I used to live nearby, let's walk towards where I used to live, I want to take a look," I said
to Sister Song. She happily agreed.

So the two of us walked along the road towards where I used to live, which wasn't far. I moved away from there three
years ago , and it has changed a lot since then. Many of the restaurants and bars I used to frequent
have changed their businesses. I wanted to continue walking, but then Sister Song grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Let's not look anymore,
let's go back," she said. I think she was also anxious; after all, it was so late, and it wasn't
good for the two of us to wander around outside like this!

On the way back, Sister Song suddenly asked me, "Are you going straight home or do you want to come to my place and lie down?"
I immediately felt my face getting hot and my heart racing. "What should I say? Go back? No, obviously
Sister Song doesn't want me to go back. The real point of her question is what came later," I kept thinking. "I...I...
is it convenient for me to come to your house so late?" I stammered, asking Sister Song. It was a pointless question. "Of course it's
convenient . Let's go," Sister Song said, pulling my arm and leading me to her house. My burden lifted.
Like I said, at times like this, you have to be driven by instinct, not reason.

It was past 11 when we arrived at her house. We quietly entered the room, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.

"Are you taking a shower?" she asked.

"I showered tonight, but I'm still sweaty. Let me rinse off," I said. While I was slowly
taking off my clothes, Sister Song had already quickly taken off her clothes and walked naked into the bathroom. I was
shocked by Sister Song's action again, thinking, "Does she have to be so direct?" Then I thought, "Since we're already like this
, is there any need to pretend?" I also took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. We stood side by side and
showered . I didn't do anything to her, I just reached out and rubbed her back. She didn't have
any passionate encounters with me in the bathroom like in the movies. In summer, you're covered in sweat, so you don't need to shower for too long. She finished showering and left on her own,
while I lingered in the bathroom.

After showering, I looked at myself in the mirror and chuckled, thinking, "This luck with women
is unstoppable !"

At that moment, Sister Song was already lying on the bed, and I lay down beside her. "Finished showering?" Sister Song asked as she put
her leg on mine, her body facing me. My heart raced a little, but I still scolded
myself , "I'm an experienced woman, why am I still so nervous?" I turned to look at Sister Song.
She had already turned off the light, and I completely ignored her less-than-ideal appearance. There's a saying,
"Even the ugliest woman isn't ugly when the lights are off." We looked at each other for a moment, and then Sister Song took the initiative to kiss me...
Perhaps she knew that at times like this, she should take the initiative to guide a young person like me.

I responded to her, and Sister Song's tongue passionately entered my mouth, swirling around. I also extended my tongue and
intertwined with hers. Her tongue was rough, and during our French kiss, I could clearly feel the small bumps on it
. My hand reached down to Sister Song's lower body, searching for her G-spot. As I groped, I felt that her vagina was already
somewhat wet. I found her G-spot, and as soon as I touched it, Sister Song's head jerked upwards, and she let out
a low, lewd moan, "Ah!"

I knew I had found the right spot, so I continued to caress her G-spot and the area around her vagina. Sister Song's moans
grew louder, and several times, her whole body tensed up. I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive, and I no longer wanted to
continue French kissing her, so I moved my mouth to her breasts. Her breasts weren't actually very big, but her nipples were quite large. I
sucked on her nipples, and Sister Song's reaction became even more intense.

"Ah..." Sister Song moaned loudly.

The more she moaned, the more I stimulated my mouth to increase its frequency. My hands weren't idle either; I inserted
two fingers into her vagina and stirred them. Sister Song couldn't hold back any longer, lifting her buttocks to meet my stirring. I
saw that it was about time; it was time for my second brother to take over. Sister Song lay on her back, and I spread her legs,
rubbing my penis against her vulva a few times. Her vulva was already incredibly smooth from her vaginal fluids. I
inserted my penis a little further, testing the tightness of her vagina. Fortunately, it wasn't too loose, perhaps because it
hadn't been lubricated by a man in a long time. When I inserted it again, I wasn't so gentle; I went all the way in. Sister Song
arched her body for a moment, then lay flat again, enjoying the thrusting of my penis. "Mmm..."

she groaned softly. As my thrusting frequency increased, Sister Song's moans gradually rose in intensity. With
one final thrust, she let out a scream. She was actually very sensitive all over, every part of her body was sensitive.

"I want to come from behind," I told Sister Song. She understood and knelt on the bed, spreading her legs. My penis entered
again and began to pound against her buttocks violently.

"Ah..." Sister Song groaned softly as she lay on the bed. I twisted my waist, wanting my penis to rub against
her vaginal walls more, but Sister Song also began to twist her waist. This combination of twisting and turning
created considerable pressure on my penis, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts, but I didn't ejaculate.

I had her turn around, and I lay down, letting her straddle my lap. Actually, she didn't straddle me,
but squatted on the bed. After inserting my penis into her vagina, she began to move up and down. If she had sat on
my lap, I might have been able to hold on for a while, but with her squatting and moving up and down on my penis, I really
couldn't take it anymore. Because each time, my penis would almost be exposed outside her vagina, and then with her downward pressure,
my penis would be completely enveloped by her vagina. This kind of stimulation was really hard for my penis to handle. As
her piston-like thrusting quickened, I felt I was about to ejaculate. "Faster," I said to Sister Song. She understood
and increased the frequency of her thrusts, her buttocks slamming against my hips repeatedly. Suddenly, I felt a tickle in my penis,
followed by spurts of semen. I held Sister Song's buttocks tightly, lifting them slightly
to ensure all the semen reached the deepest part of her body.

After ejaculating, she lay on top of me, pressing her legs against mine and squeezing them
together . Only when she felt my penis slowly slip out of her vagina did she roll off.

After drying herself with a towel, she dried me as well, gently kissing my penis. Then she lay down beside me, and we
fell asleep .

The next morning, it rained heavily. When we woke up, we made love again. She used her mature woman's
advantages , guiding me in every way, and this time we made love for a long time. Afterwards, I asked her if she was tired. She said she
had nothing to do that day anyway, and it was raining outside, so she could rest if she was tired.

I only slept with Sister Song twice. Apart from time constraints, I didn't want to maintain a long-term relationship with her,
just occasionally chatting online. Like a one-night stand, once or twice is enough; anything more would be
superfluous. However, I believe that whenever I want to contact Sister Song, she will try her best to make time, because in her
eyes, I have become her confidant.

Those years, my emotional experiences (Lover's Chapter 7)

I've known Sister Wang for a long time. I call her Sister Wang because she's two years older than me, and at first, she was quite
willing to let me be her younger brother. I've found that those people you meet online, the ones you initially call "sister," often end
up developing a subtle relationship with you, though there are exceptions.

In the beginning, it was actually her colleague who added me; I was still in Shanghai at the time. We
chatted a few times, then didn't contact each other for a long time. It wasn't until March of last year that we
bumped into each other online again. I have a bad habit of very clearly categorizing my QQ friends. If
I don't chat with a newly added friend for a long time , or if they don't reply after I greet them three times, I delete them immediately. That day, I
greeted Sister Wang because I didn't even remember who she was, and she happened to be online. So we chatted for a while. Since we
weren't that close, I asked her if I had added her or she had added me. She said the QQ account she was using
actually belonged to her colleague, and she had just given it to her not long ago. I was annoyed when I heard that, "No wonder I didn't even
know who added whom!" But luckily, we had a pleasant chat that day, so we became acquainted.

After that, we would occasionally chat online, talking about work and life. Later, we gradually started talking about family.
Sometimes we chatted online almost every day. Of course, this was only because we weren't busy with work and had time to spare.
Two months later, around May, during one of our chats, she said she was sick and was getting
an IV drip at the hospital. I said I would come visit her. She didn't agree because her son was also at the hospital with her; her son
had just started elementary school . But she said she'd ask me out another day. I thought, "That's a good chance!"

A few days later, one afternoon, she happened to have some free time at work, so she took the day off. She
told me on WeChat that she was out shopping. I said, "Let me come see you?" She readily agreed.

So I drove over. Actually, she was in the development zone, quite far from the city. When I arrived at our agreed-upon
place, I parked my car and waited for her. A little while later, she appeared before me. Tall, very
slender, with long hair and a fair complexion. Her clothes were fashionable yet tasteful; she didn't look old at all.
Having been married for about seven or eight years, I'd rather believe she's a "leftover woman" who's never married. Overall, she exuded
a unique allure of a career woman.

After exchanging greetings and pleasantries, we sat down for coffee at a nearby Subway. She
was very genuine, and so was I; we clicked. While chatting online might have had
its reservations , meeting in person felt like meeting long-lost friends, chatting about everything under the sun, including life and
relationships. Her husband was five or six years older than her, busy with work and rather careless; perhaps he hadn't met her
emotional needs, or at least she was quite dissatisfied.

Before we knew it, we sat there for a long time, talking a lot, and when it was time to part, we were a little reluctant. But I believe
this meeting had taken our relationship a step forward.

We'd been chatting like this online, but since that meeting, I sensed she had some
unspoken . Sometimes she'd complain about her husband's lack of understanding and his bad attitude. I didn't
take advantage of her vulnerability; instead, I advised her to try to see things from her perspective. The more I did this, the more open and honest she became with me, and she always seemed reluctant to
leave after .

In July, my wife went back to her mother's house to prepare for childbirth. I was home alone, which emboldened me, and I could
chat online at night. Some readers, especially female readers, might think
it's shameless for a grown man to have affairs while his wife is away. But I want to say that I'm like many men.
A man is most likely to cheat during his wife's pregnancy. The reason is simple: during pregnancy, a wife essentially stops
having sex with her husband, and one or two occasional encounters are simply not enough. Moreover, pregnant women often experience
anxiety and irritability, and men are frequently wrongly accused, misunderstood, or even blamed. Therefore, men are very vulnerable at this
time , and they are more likely to find a female friend to confide in and vent their frustrations.
This is why men sometimes cheat. I'm not saying this to justify my actions; there are
indeed , but unfortunately, I couldn't control myself.

One night, I chatted with Sister Wang for a long time via WeChat voice messages. Her husband wasn't home, so we
could chat without any reservations. She treated me like her husband, lying on the bed talking to me.

"Are you free this weekend?" I suddenly asked her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Come over to my place sometime, I'm home alone anyway," I continued.

"Hmm, I'll see, if I can arrange my time, I'll definitely come," she replied.

Actually, her "arranged time" mainly meant arranging things for the child, since the child was too young and
she didn't feel comfortable leaving the child home alone.

Saturday morning she called me: "I've arranged my time for today, I'm coming to see you, I'm about to leave home
." Hanging up the phone, I was thrilled, "The fish has taken the bait!" Actually, we
had talked about , for example, once when she came to the city for a classmate reunion, it ended very late, and I
told her that if she couldn't go home, she could stay at my place for the night, and she said no problem. But at the time, we
were .

I quickly got up to tidy up the room and get myself ready. Before 11 a.m., she called to tell me she
was getting off the bus soon and asked me to pick her up at the station. I quickly went downstairs and drove to the station.

It was a very hot day. She was waiting for me under the shade of a tree by the
roadside
, but I recognized her from afar. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, had short, permed hair, and was holding a parasol. She was very eye-catching, easily distinguishable from the crowd. I parked my car in front of her and was about to roll down the window when she opened the door and got in.

"Oh, you recognize my car?" I asked her.

"Of course I do," she replied with a smile. "I was standing there waiting for you, and several old men
were staring me. It was so annoying!" she complained sweetly.

"That means you're pretty and attractive!" I complimented.

She deliberately rolled her eyes at me, "How annoying!" But she couldn't hide her inner joy; women are
so vain.

"What do you want for lunch?" I asked her as I drove. "I'm not hungry at all. I ate late this morning,
and it's so hot. I don't want to eat anything," she replied.

"We still need to eat, how can we not eat?" I said. "Listen to me, come to my place later and I'll cook
a few dishes so you can try my cooking," I continued. She didn't refuse again.

That noon, I made braised prawns, stewed pork ribs with green beans, and a cold dish. Although it wasn't chef-level
cooking, she still praised it highly after eating it. After lunch, we sat on the sofa and chatted.
As we chatted, we started talking about how we viewed our relationship.

"What do you think of our current relationship? What do you think of me?" she asked me.

"We're good friends, I consider you my confidante," I replied.

"Is that all?" she pressed.

"Is there anything else?" I asked her tentatively.

"Okay, I understand," she said, a little unhappy. Seeing her displeasure, I continued,
"What do you think of our relationship, and me?"

"Does it matter what I think? Anyway, you don't want anything with me," she said, slightly angry.

I could tell she had something in her words! "So what do you want me to do with you?" I continued to probe.

"I don't know, why are you asking me? Don't you know yourself?" She rolled her eyes at me,
her tone , "We've known each other for so long and you haven't even thought of holding my hand or hugging me..." Hearing this, I was secretly
delighted. "Isn't this meat delivered right to my mouth? I just don't know how to eat it!" I quickly moved closer and hugged her tightly,
and she pressed herself tightly against my chest. When I hugged her, I felt that she was indeed very thin, with little flesh, even
somewhat bony. She wore a light perfume, which I found somewhat captivating.

After a long while, we slowly separated, and a happy smile appeared on her rosy face. She glanced at me,
then immediately lowered her head again. "I actually came here this time to see what you really think. If we haven't
made any real progress, I'll know how to get along with you in the future," she said.

"What progress do you mean?" I asked her.

"Playing dumb, is that what you mean? It means if you're still keeping your distance from me, afraid to touch me, and keeping your distance from me."

She questioned me with a smile but an angry tone.

"So how do you feel now?" I asked her mischievously.

"You're so annoying!" she said sweetly. At this moment, the more a woman says you're annoying, the more she likes you,
and she's eager to throw herself into your arms.

"Okay, then let's hug again,"

I said, pulling her into my arms once more. This time she hugged me even tighter, whispering in my ear,
"I like you!"

"I like you too," I whispered back.

We embraced for a long time, then I slowly pulled away and kissed her. At first, her face flushed red,
then she slowly closed her eyes, responding to my kiss. In a moment of excitement, I kissed her a little more forcefully, and she actually
let out a soft moan.

"Mmm..." That moan only fueled my actions. After kissing her for a while, I got up
, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly annoyed. "What do you think I want to do?" I replied

with ill intent . I put her on the bed and started undressing her. She half-heartedly resisted, saying, "What are you doing? Stop it!" I ignored her, thinking, "Stop pretending. We're adults. Do I need to ask what I'm doing?" After stripping her naked, her pale, slender body was revealed before me. She was indeed very thin, unlike my previous female friends who were more voluptuous, but her legs were long. Her hip bones were clearly visible due to her thinness. Unfortunately, her breasts were small; if it weren't for her nipples, it would be difficult to spot them. Nine out of ten thin women have underdeveloped breasts. She quickly covered herself with a blanket. I, too, couldn't wait to take off my clothes and get into bed. Before she could speak, my lips were on hers . With our bodies in direct contact, we completely relaxed and kissed passionately. She was even more , her tongue occasionally intertwining with mine. My hands began to caress her breasts; the feel was vastly different. I had to squeeze really hard to get a grip. "Do you think my breasts are too small?" she whispered. "It's okay, I don't mind," I reassured her. Since the breasts weren't working, my hand moved down. When it reached her vulva, she was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. My hand caressed the outside of her vulva, and she couldn't help but moan , "Mmm... ah..." I tried to insert my middle finger into her vagina, expecting it to be very difficult, but because of the gushing vaginal fluid, her vagina was incredibly smooth, and my finger went in effortlessly. I rubbed my finger inside and outside . She also twisted her body from time to time, moaning ecstatically. The foreplay went on for a long time, and she finally couldn't take it anymore. She pulled me up, signaling for me to hurry up and insert it. By this time, my penis had been ready for a long time. I held my penis and rubbed it around her vulva for a while. "Hurry up!" she pleaded, kicking her legs. I thought to myself, "You're in such a hurry, I'm just teasing you!" My penis entered effortlessly, and the moment it did, it felt warm, like taking a hot bath. Of all the women I've slept with, Sister Wang's and Sister Zhang's vaginas from Shanghai are the most unforgettable. My penis felt perfectly matched to theirs, allowing me complete freedom and control over the duration. I thrust in and out continuously, Sister Wang tightly hooking her long, jade-like legs around my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck. I kissed her as I thrust, and she was already overwhelmed with pleasure, responding passionately to my kisses and moaning as she turned her head from side to side. "Ah...ah..." After thrusting for a while, I brought her legs together, grabbed her thighs, and pounded hard against her vulva. Sister Wang's long legs were truly perfect, even more perfect than Xiao Li's legs back then—very symmetrical and very straight. It's a real shame Sister Wang isn't a model with a figure like that. "Ah..." Sister Wang's cries suddenly became rapid. I saw she was about to climax, so I increased the frequency of my thrusts. After a while, her thighs, which had been stiff, quickly went limp. "You're climaxing?" I asked her. "You're annoying!" I said sweetly. I chuckled, "Turn your back to me and lie down there." "What are you doing?" she asked reluctantly. "Shall we change positions?" I said. "Change to what position?" she said impatiently. "Lie down, stick your butt out a little." I instructed her as I spoke. When my penis entered again, she was no longer impatient. "Do you like it?" I asked her. "Yes, I like it!" she answered with enjoyment. "Have you and your husband never tried this position?" I asked her. "No, we always use the missionary position, and I'm always just going through the motions." she said. "Why do you say you're just going through the motions?" I pressed. "Oh dear, we've been married for so many years, who would want to sleep with him?" I felt a pang of sadness. "Will my future wife think the same way?" I didn't have time to dwell on it; I had to get to the point. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, like doing push-ups , my toes pointed, arms braced against the bed, pounding her buttocks violently. After two thrusts, my penis was starting to give way. I simply increased the speed, pounding her buttocks even harder, the bed thumping loudly. "Ah..." Sister Wang screamed, her vagina contracting sharply as my penis ejaculated streams of semen into her body. After ejaculating, feeling that my penis wasn't completely soft, I continued thrusting a few more times, but Sister Wang was too weak to even moan. I lay on her back for a long time, until she cried out, "Quick, get me some paper, it's leaking!" I quickly got up and got her some paper. She stuffed a wad of paper into her vagina, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom to urinate, expelling the semen. I went to the bathroom with her and stood beside her, asking, "Is it okay if I ejaculated inside?" "It's fine, I'm in my safe period," she replied. We went back to bed and lay down together. We were both so tired that we fell asleep without realizing it. When we woke up, it was past three in the afternoon. She said she had to go back; her child was about to get out of daycare, and she had to pick her up, but she was a little reluctant. I comforted her, saying, "We'll have plenty of opportunities to see each other again." I took her to the station, and as she was getting off, she said to me, "Did you forget something?" I looked at her, understood what she meant, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled happily and turned to whisper in my ear:

"I love you!" Then I got out of the car and left.

I took Sister Wang home twice; the rest of our meetings were mostly in hotels, as it wasn't convenient with my wife at home. Because
we live so far apart, our meetings depended on each other's schedules, so we didn't meet often. But every time we met, we were
inseparable, and sometimes, if time allowed, we would even do it two or three times in a row.

I was very careful with my sister, because we both have our own families.
Although we can't give up our current families. And to be honest, I love my wife more. Sometimes, because
of her, we wouldn't even see each other for months at a time; she would only confide in me online about her longing for me.

Those years, my emotional experiences (conclusion)

My emotional experiences end here. Actually, there are still
stories about my ex-girlfriend and my wife that I could write about. But I feel that these two women are different from the women mentioned above, at least
that's how I feel in my heart, so I won't share them here.

Currently, I only keep in touch with Sister Wang, not only because we are
close , but also because I feel that our personalities are compatible. As for the other women like Sister Liu, Sister Yin, and Sister Song, to be honest, they
're getting older and their passion for sex has waned. Sometimes I also feel
a generation gap when I'm with them. The most frustrating thing is that some of them don't just want you to satisfy their physical
needs ; they want you to be a complete part of their lives, which is impossible. So now we
rarely contact each other, just occasionally exchanging greetings online. I enjoy the process of getting to know them more; as for
the feeling in bed, there's not much difference. Comparatively, I prefer
mature their charm, but also because they better combine emotion and reason.

Whether it's a one-night stand, a lover, or a casual sex partner, it's all just a casual encounter; two people
sleep . I did invest some emotions in some of them, but because the relationships were fruitless,
they all ended without a future. Now my child is almost a year old, and sometimes I feel powerless. I
should focus more on my wife and child. Before marriage, indulging in casual affairs might not seem like
a big deal, but after marriage, one should have a sense of responsibility.

Dear readers, you can rest assured of the authenticity of the stories; there is no possibility of fabrication. I
'm not writing my stories to boast, but simply to reflect on my life. As for
the nature , don't overthink it; everyone's circumstances are different. And certainly, don't be envious or
resentful, because it's truly not worth it. Moreover, I want to say that whether it's a one-night stand or a long-term affair, you
will cause psychological harm to the woman afterward. Because no matter how old a woman is, she only sleeps with you if
she accepts you emotionally. If you simply walk away afterward, it will definitely cause her some emotional hurt. If the woman
truly doesn't care about your coming or going, then she might be no different from a prostitute.

Finally, let me say something contradictory: "I hope to
share !"

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