【Me and My Men】(The End) Author: Left Bank Romance

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〖Me and My Men〗1

Me and My Men I wonder if this title will invite condemnation from moralists
. Let me recall my men over the past thirty years…

Actually, I had a very strict upbringing. I was born and raised under the red flag, and both my parents were highly educated.
So, I loved reading from a young age. In junior high, I secretly read Qiong Yao novels, and I especially
longed women. In my third year of junior high, I even saved my breakfast money to buy Japanese shoujo manga, burying myself in them during and after class, filled with
pink fantasies. I have an older brother and sister. My sister is much older than us; she got married early and immigrated to
Canada. My brother is a year older than me, and I grew up amidst arguments with him. He was also the
first person who made me feel sexually awakened. (Of course, there was no such sordid incestuous behavior).

In junior high, I started menstruating, and my breasts began to develop, small and hard, and a little painful to the touch. I
think this is the most embarrassing part. And I already know that touching that protruding area will give me a magical
feeling, a tingling, throbbing sensation that I can't stop… So I always stroke it through my underwear, my legs straight, waiting for
the climax. My brother was also at that age, full of curiosity about women.
Although I don't blame him. After all, everyone goes through this growth process; it just so happens that I was there as
a witness to his development. One hot summer night, I was doing my homework in the living room. My parents were out, and
my brother was lying on the floor playing. Suddenly, I felt someone gently touching the edge of my underwear. Because I was wearing a skirt,
it was easy to feel my underwear on the floor. I knew it was my brother, so I didn't move and pretended not to know anything,
continuing to do my homework. Then my brother pulled aside my underwear and started touching it. At that time, I didn't have much pubic
hair , and it was smooth and wet. I bit my pen, closed my eyes, and enjoyed this exciting
moment. Luckily, there was a table in the way; otherwise, I don't know what expression I would have made when facing my brother on the floor. Finally
, I reached my climax, and involuntarily tensed my muscles, pushing the chair back with a thud. I felt my
vagina contracting wildly, much more intensely than when I did it myself. I locked myself in my room, and it took me a while to calm
down. After calming down, I felt a sense of emptiness and regret—I didn't know what to do. I decided to pretend nothing had happened
. So, my brother and I both pretended nothing had happened, but this never happened again,
because I always stayed in my room doing my homework, not wanting to give my brother another chance…

But one night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. My brother had come to my room, and he was
rustling as he pulled down my underwear, rubbing his penis against my genitals. At that time, I guess he wasn't
fully developed yet; his penis felt small and not erect. I only realized this after I became a woman.
At that moment, I felt genuinely terrified, thinking, "What will I do if he really comes in? I won't
be a virgin anymore!" So I closed my legs tightly, thinking I absolutely couldn't let him in! He didn't seem to
intend started lifting my shirt and touching my small breasts. This was unacceptable to me. I shoved
him away and glared at him. My brother silently slunk out the window; he'd come in through the window
! After he left, I rushed over and bolted the door shut, feeling incredibly angry. I thought it was
strange that I could tolerate him touching my genitals but not my breasts. But from then on, we never had any
such contact again, and I entered high school, beginning my colorful high school life. Hehe,

although colorful, it was all on a spiritual level; you guys might be disappointed. In high school, I still had
n't developed much; it seemed like all the nutrients went to my hair. I had long, flowing hair, was petite, and had a delicate face, so
a lot of boys pursued me, but I rejected them all. I also had a boy I liked, but we only admired each other
until one night he asked me to meet him on the bridge. He held out a necklace and asked me to wear it, saying that if I wanted to
be with him, I should wear it. I don't know why I suddenly became timid; I refused, just clutching it and saying that
I accepted his feelings, and I felt the same way about him. At that time, there was absolutely no lustful feeling; it was pure and innocent.
In the days leading up to the college entrance exam, he asked me to copy his answers for him after the exam, but I refused.
I carried too many expectations from his family, and my dreams were the result of years of hard work; I
couldn't risk it. I wanted to help him wholeheartedly, but my worries prevented me from doing so. The exam results
came out; he failed, while I passed… He didn't contact me for the entire summer, and my first love ended
abruptly buried by my cowardice… But at that time, I didn't feel much regret, because my university was
waiting for me.

My university was a relatively prestigious institution, filled with outstanding students from all over the country. However, the change in
environment made me depressed. Some things that happened on my way to university also
bothered me. I went to school by train, a journey of nearly 20 hours. After saying goodbye to my parents in the sleeper car, I
cried for four hours straight, like a baby, after all, it was my first time away from home. Seeing my mother cry,
I couldn't hold back my own tears. Worried about losing my college acceptance letter and tuition fees from my luggage, I
stayed up all night as my mother had told me to, sitting in the dining chair. There was a handsome young man in the carriage who
looked at me helplessly when I cried, later handing me tissues and then
chatting with me intermittently after I calmed down. He was six years older than me, but looked about the same age as my older brother. Later that night,
I got tired and fell asleep on the dining table. He even brought a blanket to wrap me in, and we
sat across the small table from each other. In my hazy sleep, I felt him touching my chest under the table. It felt very careful.
I hadn't worn a bra at that time, just a cropped tank top, so it was easy for him to slip his hand inside
. I didn't feel the pain I had in middle school, nor any other particular sensation. I pretended to be half-awake
and moved slightly, and he quickly pulled his hand away. I continued to pretend to be asleep. He didn't reach out again, but
gently stroked my hair and said, "I'm sorry"... That's why I forgave him. I think
everyone makes mistakes and can be momentarily blinded by greed, so I accepted his apology. He stayed with me after we arrived.
When I went to school to register, he made my bed, hung up the mosquito net, and took me to buy all sorts of dorm supplies. My roommates all thought he was my
older brother, and I accepted it. Because these days, he really treated me like an older brother, and he didn't do anything inappropriate.

During a rather depressed period in my first semester of freshman year, I became obsessed with playing basketball. Every day before lunch,
I would play basketball for an hour under the scorching sun. I got tanned, and even my abs were defined. The girls in my dorm all said I
looked like a tomboy. Even so, I was constantly attracting attention from guys. There were always a few guys on the basketball teams from different colleges
who would fawn over me and play basketball with me. About a year and a half later, one of them became my first boyfriend in college. He
later told me that back then, when I was always wearing a black short t-shirt and jeans while playing basketball,
you could see my breasts when I did a layup without a bra (actually, it wasn't intentional, I just didn't realize that at the time), so
the guys were all stunned and wanted to pursue me. But he was a master of Machiavellian tactics and finally won me over.
Actually, he won me over because of one time when I was drunk. Alcohol is really bad. I've
been taken advantage of , and I regretted it afterwards. But without alcohol, life feels meaningless. The best days were
summer nights spent at small restaurants, ordering skewers and two bottles of beer, drinking until almost lights out before heading back to the dorm. When he was pursuing me, he went
with me there once. Actually, I preferred going alone, but sometimes having someone with me was nice. So I gave
him a chance. After all, he was tall, mature, and had a mixed-race look, so it wasn't embarrassing to take him out.

But one time, one of my good friends suddenly dropped out of school and went abroad. I was quite depressed because after he
left I realized I might like him. So one depressed day, I drank too much. I have a bad habit:
the more I drink, the higher I get, the more I want to drink, until I'm completely drunk. It was a
snowy winter day. He helped me out of the restaurant to go back to my dorm. The wind was cold, and he unbuttoned his coat and wrapped me inside.
My hands, freezing cold, kept reaching for his neck and armpits. I vaguely heard him say helplessly, "Oh, my
darling..." I felt so good to be pampered, and secretly told myself, "Okay, he's the one."
I don't know if he heard my thoughts, but he led me to a sheltered spot and had me sit on his
lap . His hand slipped inside my clothes, finally touching the "peach" he had longed for for over a year. From then on, he
always called me Miss Peach. However, by this time I had started wearing a bra. He struggled quite a bit to unbutton
my bra, then cupped my breasts. But his hands
had warmed themselves on his own body before putting them inside, so they weren't cold at all. We stayed like that for a long time, like two koalas, completely still.

In the next two or three months, we officially started dating. We often hid on the library stairs to caress each other.
His younger brother is quite big, with a round head, so I use my hands to help him. Often, I can't even lift my wrists and arms properly
before comes out :(, so most of the time he helps me. He's practiced piano since he was little, with long, nimble fingers. I
bury my face in his neck and hug him tightly. Because I'm small and not very heavy, I usually sit on his
lap, and he caresses me under his skirt, often getting my juices all over his pants. We also
watch porn together, and then for the first time, I saw a man and woman performing oral sex. My eyes widened, and he was even more eager to try.
I made him wash countless times before he would gently lick my glans, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He licked for a long time until
I climaxed. I still remember the feeling of my first oral sex climax. He held my legs tightly, and I had nowhere to escape.
When I climax, I usually can't be touched anymore. He kissed my clitoris and moved it rapidly. Wave
after wave of pleasure washed over my body, over my shoulders, and surged towards my head. I screamed and
my whole body convulsed. I twisted my body and tried to escape, but his strong arms
held me back, and his tongue kept swirling around. I could only laugh and beg him to stop while I was enjoying the pleasure. From then on,
I would laugh every time I climaxed... I don't know why :).

[Me and My Men] 2 [Left Bank Romance] [Original by a Woman]

During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, we went on a trip together. We went to climb a not-so-famous mountain and planned to stay there for
one night. We both knew what this night meant, so we climbed the mountain with excitement and
anticipation.

We didn't take the main road with many people, but took the path of herb gatherers. We occasionally met some people along the way, but
as we it was just the two of us left. He pulled me down to sit again and started touching my genitals with his fingers. This time, he
was very unruly and stuck his finger inside, accidentally breaking it. When he pulled it out, it was
bleeding. "Wow!" he yelled, "I regret it! I broke your hymen!" I wanted to punch him
, but thankfully I had a panty liner in my backpack. I endured the slight pain, put it on, and continued hiking.
We settled into a simple hotel that night and went to bed before eight o'clock. The slightly musty smell of the blankets made me nervous
. He tried to penetrate me without giving me oral sex. Because I was shy, I didn't dare turn on the light, so I groped in the dark
. I finally found the entrance, but it was too tight to fit. With the slightest force, it felt like it was tearing.
I gritted my teeth and endured it, but I couldn't bear it any longer. I pushed him away and said, "Let's stop for today."
He was also busy, sweating profusely and his face was flushed. Seeing that I was in so much pain that my eyes were brimming with tears, he held me and we slept. In the middle of
the night, he woke up again, felt that I was a little wet, and then slowly inserted himself into me, holding my legs. I completed this process in
excruciating pain, feeling as if I was being torn in two. This left me
with a trauma for many years afterward. In my eyes, sex was such a painful and boring thing. If I hadn't loved this man,
I would never have endured such pain. When I woke up in the morning, we took a car back. I was still in pain and bleeding down there,
so I had to keep changing panty liners. I bought some cleansing lotion at the supermarket, and... I bought the "womanly" type instead of the usual
"girlish" type, and from then on, I was a "womanly"...

During our three years of on-and-off relationship in college, we went to hotels, stayed at his house, rented an apartment
together sometimes even made love in the grass on the playground. But I could only enjoy his
oral sex while sacrificing my vagina... However, because of his strong possessiveness, we argued
and broke up two or three times. During these breakups, I also had other experiences. Once
, in my junior year, we had a big fight and broke up because he kept checking my text messages. He kept apologizing
and I didn't want to forgive him. Plus, I was sick and stayed in my dorm for more than three weeks without contacting him. Just then...
When my condition improved, the guy I met on the train came to visit me from out of town. We went to a karaoke
bar , but I did most of the singing while he drank red wine. He then taught me how to play dice, and
of course, I lost more often, so I got quite drunk and disoriented. He took me to his hotel, and
in the taxi, I accidentally lost my phone. I didn't tell him that I had a boyfriend and had sexual experience,
and that I had just finished my period and was still bleeding a little… So, under the aphrodisiac effect of the red wine and his passionate
kisses and caresses , he entered me. His penis wasn't as big as my boyfriend's, so I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, but I didn't feel anything particularly good either. I was just filled with emotion when
he entered and exited me so carefully, kissing my entire body as if savoring a precious treasure and a delicious meal .
Because I'm naturally tight, and I hadn't had sex for a while
, he saw blood on my penis when he came out, so he assumed it was my first time. He looked at
me and whispered an apology... This time, I said frankly, there's nothing to apologize for. Yes, sex
isn't something to be surprised about after the first time, at least that's what I thought at the time
.

Later, after my boyfriend's self-destructive apology, we got back together. He burned his hand with several cigarette butts,
as if burning my heart. After all, the feelings were still there. So we got back together. But his obsessive possessiveness
intensified. One day, I stayed at my tutoring class for half an hour longer than usual, and he actually came to the building where I was tutoring to wait for me,
questioning whether I was having an affair with the student's parent. Honestly, I had never even
seen , but he wouldn't listen to my explanation and then accidentally slapped me. That one blow ignited my despair.
I thought he would never change for me. I applied an egg to my face to reduce the swelling, but it couldn't erase my determination to break up with him
. I changed my phone number, stopped answering calls, and started looking for a boyfriend again, somewhat retaliatory.

Once, at a hometown association gathering, I met a graduate student. He had apparently just
been dumped by his girlfriend, a beauty from another university; she'd gone off with someone else and left him behind. I knew his story—he was madly in love with her, had learned piano
and singing for her, and had gone to two different universities for her… Perhaps this emotional crutch was the best way to numb the wound, so we quickly
started a relationship. Graduate labs usually have beds for all-nighters, and due to work commitments, it became his own
. His kisses were distinctive; his tongue was long and forceful, plunging deep into my throat, and he liked to lick
my neck, leaving it wet. To be honest, I didn't like it. Also, his penis was long and thin, feeling slippery and slender during
penetration his moans were louder than mine. He often finished with a loud scream, but it left me
feeling empty… After all, it was just an emotional crutch, so our relationship didn't last long before I went back
to .

It all started when my classmates and I went out to rent a place to hang out during the May Day holiday. After we finished, everyone left, and I was alone because I had my period and was experiencing some menstrual
cramps, so I stayed in the rented room to rest. He couldn't come to keep me company because of something, and just then, my ex-boyfriend texted me
to ask what I was doing and if I was free to hang out. We hadn't seen each other for four or five months at this point,
and remembering how he always put me first, I couldn't help but miss him. So I gave him my address.
He arrived in less than five minutes after I texted him. Seeing how thin and remorseful he looked, I forgave him again. He knew I
had my period, but he still wanted to give me oral sex. He put a lot of newspaper under my buttocks, washed his genitals, and then
carefully licked me. My menstrual cramps miraculously disappeared, and I was immersed in a feeling of comfort and pleasure. When
I orgasmed his chin was covered in blood, and a lot of it sprayed onto the newspaper. But he didn't seem to care, washed his face,
and then held me as we rested. After that, we stayed together until graduation when we went our separate ways.

[Me and My Men] 3 [Left Bank Romance] [Original by a Woman]

Filled with hope for the future, I entered the workforce. My excellent grades after graduating from university allowed
me to easily pass interviews and land my dream job. The department manager treated me
well, never assigning me heavy or strenuous tasks, so I was living a carefree life and didn't pay much attention to other aspects of my life
. However, because my rented place was far from the company, I had to take the subway and transfer many times every day
to get to work, and I still encountered some unsavory people. In the summer, men would often take advantage of the crowded subway
to press their bodies against me. Once, I was holding my phone when I suddenly felt someone pressing against my buttocks from behind, something hard
, occasionally rubbing gently from side to side. I thought it was someone's phone moving forward in their pocket, but it immediately
pressed against me again. I turned around and saw a man in a suit, gripping the subway handrail with both hands,
staring at me with a flushed face. There was nothing in his pocket, but there was a very obvious bulge in his crotch. I really wanted to have the
courage to slap him and call him a pervert, but I didn't. I just chose to avoid him. Now,
I definitely wouldn't let him off so easily.

At a class reunion, I got drunk again, behaving awfully, and woke up in a male classmate's bed. That's
how my first relationship after university began, albeit somewhat haphazardly. It was a happy one. We
often chatted on QQ, giggling at the screen. He would send me flowers from time to time, stay overnight at my rented apartment, and take
me to hang out with his colleagues and friends. But one day, after more than three months, he suddenly left the city,
forced to leave due to work issues. This beautiful yet short-lived relationship ended abruptly. I remember
cooking for him naked, wearing only an apron, while he held me and chatted with me. He would go on a business trip and pretend he couldn't make it
back , only to ring the doorbell the next second. We went to a disco together, wearing sexy clothes but only
dancing in his arms, attracting envious glances from others… After him, I didn't have any new relationships for over a year. There were no men around.
Days passed in business trips and busy schedules. Many colleagues showed interest in me, but I politely declined.
Some men even fell in love at first sight while I was on business trips; I even received a love letter stained with blood. But by then, I no longer wanted to play games with life;
I just wanted to find a reliable man, get married, have children, and live a happy life…

But fate had other plans. What awaited me was only the beginning of a sensual life, not its end.
Perhaps it was more about love than lust. In those days of venturing out alone, small acts of kindness were often enough to
move people, while lust was merely a byproduct.

Finally, a reliable man appeared. He was the only one who didn't take advantage of me when I was drunk. He took good
care of me all night, bought me porridge for my hangover, and draped a coat over me… So we
got together .

I had considered settling down, buying a house and a car with my boyfriend, and planning to get married. Unfortunately,
our sex life deteriorated after a year. He would inexplicably lose his erection during sex, and the
act would awkwardly end. I suggested he see a doctor, but that seemed
unacceptable to him. Although I had never orgasmed during our sex life, I'm not
a selfish lover; seeing him satisfied is my happiness. But now that he couldn't be satisfied, my happiness
was gone too. Gradually, I lost interest in him, and our sex life dwindled to once or twice a month until our relationship finally ended.

After that, I went to extremes. I desperately sought a man who could give me pleasure. I
went out drinking with men who were interested in me, pretending to be drunk and letting them take me away. I never met anyone who
truly let me go. Perhaps they also had a mentality that getting the body was enough? I once met a very
narcissistic man who supposedly fell in love with me at first sight and proposed several times. He always talked about how big and white his "treasure" was
, like the color of white jade... It gave me goosebumps. His eyes
were full desire, a naked desire that I used to find disgusting, but this ignited a fire within me.
So, when I watched him impatiently lift my skirt and tear my panties on his bed, I only slightly
frowned —those were my favorite panties. Then I grabbed his hair and forced him
between my legs. His oral sex skills were so-so, far inferior to my college boyfriend. He could always send me
to heaven. If it weren't for his intense possessiveness, I think I wouldn't mind staying with him longer. But
my first time with him was so painful that I don't have much of a liking for vaginal penetration. Perhaps there's some truth to the Japanese saying that
young girls must find a skilled older man to deflower them—at least it won't cause future trauma,
right?

This man, so smug about his "baby," wasn't anything special. He was definitely fairer than the men I'd ever met
, but he still didn't bring me any joy. And he irresponsibly ejaculated inside me, claiming it was
because I was too tight and beautiful, making it impossible for him to control himself. Especially after we were done, he rolled over and snored loudly,
making my marriage proposal completely irrelevant. After taking emergency contraception, he was
blacklisted from my life, and I planned to never see him again. After I made several excuses to avoid meeting him, he wisely stopped bothering me.
Unexpectedly ran into him again by chance before leaving the country. He invited me to a farewell dinner, saying he still lived there and
could contact me if I wanted. Perhaps knowing we'd never see each other again, I suddenly felt the courage to do something wicked. I threw a hundred
yuan at him and said, "I'm sorry, you made me so uncomfortable. That's all you're worth." Even though so
many years have passed, I still remember the expression on his face clearly. His tall figure suddenly slumped, his face turned pale and then red.
I walked away before I could hear his curses.

After that, I met several men. For over two years, my single bed was sometimes empty
, sometimes lonely, and most of the time, it was a confused act of sex. Sometimes there were feelings involved, sometimes it was purely out of
loneliness.

One of them was a senior from my university, who still asks me why I didn't give him another chance, but
I don't want to talk about it. He wasn't tall, but his penis was quite large, and he was patient with oral sex, so I planned to take
our relationship seriously. But one time, after we made love, I just threw on a t-shirt and went to get something to eat. After we finished, he lazily
tossed the plate aside. I cleaned up and went to wash it, and he followed me naked, his hand on my buttocks, and
his penis slowly grew bigger again… At that moment, I felt so worthless… I wanted to cry but couldn't
, so I blocked his hand, washed myself, and said, "Let's go out." From then on, he never came into my house again. He apologized
inexplicably , not knowing what he had done wrong. I don't want to talk about it either, because feelings
can come and go just as suddenly. There's no explanation; it's purely an emotion.

I also ran into an old classmate who worked in a government department. He loved taking me to super luxurious bathhouses, and
after the massages, it would be a time of flirtation. The first few times, he was quite gentlemanly. He'd take me home after a short rest.
But later, things gradually became more intimate. However, I loved the way he looked at me—his bright, piercing eyes, fixed
intently on me. Every girl likes to be cherished and pampered, right? So, during this period of loneliness, he filled
the void of my longing for a lover, even though I later learned he was already engaged. He loved kissing my lips, saying they
were so soft he couldn't get enough of them. His hot breath made it hard for me to breathe, and the warmth of his hands was scalding
, making my skin feel like it was on fire. It felt like I was melting in his palms. His oral sex was
strange; he'd suck on my entire genitals in large gulps, his saliva soaking my pubic hair. I could
feel his thirst, but I didn't feel particularly pleasure myself. So every time we had sex, I would urge
him to hurry up and come in, and he would reluctantly move upwards. Strangely, his penis was also particularly hot,
filling me up completely as soon as he entered, but the duration wasn't very long. After finding out he had a fiancée, I ended
our relationship. Later, at a party back home, I saw him with his girlfriend. He looked at me thoughtfully, while I chatted and laughed with
my classmates, ignoring him. On my way back from the restroom,
he suddenly dragged me into an empty private room, holding me tightly and kissing me desperately. I managed to break free. His girlfriend was
waiting for him inside. At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of contempt for men. I felt he was just an animal driven by his lower instincts
. He would recklessly harm himself and others because of his possessiveness and lust.

Actually, I went abroad because of a man, the only man who made me look forward to love and sex with the same
anticipation . Perhaps it was because my body was maturing and I could feel more pleasure, or perhaps I loved him too much;
I could clearly feel the waves of excitement he stirred inside me. Perhaps this is what true union of body and soul
feels like . Although he never gave me oral sex, I still achieved orgasm. After he pursued me for six months, I
already had strong feelings for him. We chatted and kissed constantly in a coffee shop called Left Bank, but the kissing
made my underwear and even my jeans soaked with my own fluids…

[Me and My Men] 4 [Left Bank Romance] [Original Female Content]

It seems someone once said that a person only truly loves once in their life. Perhaps he was my one and only love. When you
deeply love someone, it's often easier to find it difficult to get along, because your demands increase and your possessiveness intensifies.
It was only when I was with him that I gradually understood my college boyfriend's obsession; often it was simply because he cared too much.
But people only grow and mature after experiencing things. Although I knew I couldn't be obsessive or force things,
I still couldn't help but cause many conflicts. Our desire for each other made us put those conflicts aside, temporarily forgetting them,
but the hurt remained deeply rooted in our hearts.

This relationship lasted on and off for three years, on and off because we both knew there was no future for each other.
What I didn't ask him to have a car, a house, or financial stability; I only wanted to be together forever
. He, however, always wanted to establish himself before considering marriage. After all, in such a big city, a salary of two or three thousand is precarious, and even with twice his income
, there was little left due to our high expenses. Living like this without any commitment was incredibly frightening and unsettling for a woman in her mid-twenties
. So every time we made love, I felt it was the last time, filled with
a sense of despair and tragic grandeur.

Basically, I would give him oral sex to warm him up before he penetrated me; my oral sex
skills . When I broke up with my college boyfriend, he actually hugged me and cried, saying he didn't know
which lucky man would be able to have me and such a good oral sex experience -_- ...So, even the most manly man thinks with
his lower body , right? But after that, I never gave oral sex to a man again, until he did. Our sex usually
lasted about twenty minutes, usually in the missionary position, and occasionally I would sit on top of him shyly.
Actually, I had tried many positions with my previous boyfriends, but with him, I was unusually shy and passive, as if I had changed
. The only time he ejaculated, he held me and fell asleep, his penis still inside me. After a while, he woke up
, regained his energy inside me, and came again with great enthusiasm. Afterwards, he
proudly bragged about it for a long time...
I found it strange when I read articles on Forbidden Bookstore about how studs, regardless of age, could have sex 5 or 6 times a night and always lasted a long time, because I had never met a man like that. Aside from
my college boyfriend taking me to hotel rooms five times from afternoon until the next morning at the beginning, I
've rarely met anyone that strong-willed.

I'm an extroverted person with a charming smile, so many guys like me. I have many male
friends too. But I'm very clear about the boundaries between friends and boyfriends, so
I'm always open and honest in our interactions. However, what others perceive as my honesty is not. So he repeatedly misunderstood me,
and we argued repeatedly because I went out with other friends, but he refused to go with me, I don't know what his mentality was. It was almost
self-torture . Our relationship became increasingly heavy with each argument. Work also became dull due to company business and
personnel changes; the old employees all left one after another, my best friends went their separate ways, and
everything felt unfamiliar. My mood gradually plummeted. I kept thinking about quitting, but I didn't know what
to do , my mood slowly sinking amidst the contradictions of my relationship and my future...

During this time, two people extended olive branches to me. One was a graduate student from my college, and the other was a
former . Both of them were working abroad and had achieved considerable success. One taught at a university, and the other owned
a company ; both had harbored feelings for me for three or four years. They believed that if I went to their country, I could have a worry-free family.
I began to seriously consider it. Then, one of them returned to China for Christmas, and the other after New Year's to propose.

About a month after separating from him, I shut down the part of my heart that belonged to him and decided to seriously
try dating both of them. Perhaps this was what they called having two men at once, but both of them
weighed equally in my heart because neither of them was him. Perhaps I only needed to see
how , to see which one was more comfortable and "harmonious," and then marry them. Life always requires taking this step
; the sooner the better, and it will save my parents some worry.

My former boss came for Christmas, and we chatted and ate snacks together. Because he had helped me in my previous job, we knew many
similar people, so we had a lot to talk about and got along very well. Apparently, he had liked me when he was recruiting me,
but he hadn't had the opportunity, and the company didn't allow employees to date, so he lost his chance watching me get a boyfriend.
Now that he knows I'm still single, he mustered up the courage to contact me. This man, so decisive and efficient at work,
became surprisingly timid and cautious around me. After dinner, I went to a hotel with him, and naturally, we ended up having
sex . For some reason, I was exceptionally sensitive that day; my nipples were swollen and throbbing, and touching them made my
whole body tremble. As soon as he entered me, I felt my bones go weak, and moans involuntarily escaped my lips.
He ejaculated after only a few rounds, saying my moans had completely overwhelmed him. The next time, the sensation was still intense, but I bit down hard on the pillow to
keep quiet , and he lasted a long time. At that moment, I thought perhaps this was my
destiny—we were compatible in personality and sex, and the quality of our marriage should be high. I naively encouraged myself
, unaware that fate was watching me with a cold smile…

My former boss rushed back to his hometown to see his parents the next day, and I suddenly discovered I was pregnant. With the
man I loved most. I couldn't face marrying a man who didn't know me; I felt it was
an insult to marriage… So I didn't give my former boss a reason, only saying I couldn't bear to leave my current job and city.
I thought I was infertile because doctors had said I didn't have mature
eggs and might need medication to conceive. So I
didn't use any protection when we had sex. I never expected this outcome.

I called him and told him I was pregnant with his child; he rushed to see me. Feeling it was impossible to keep
the baby, I booked a painless abortion. Many people think this is commonplace, but for me
, it was such a huge pain. Because of my recklessness and incompetence, I was about to kill an innocent life.
Many nights I cried, blaming myself. So my feelings for him were now mixed with love and
resentment …

Even after he accompanied me through the procedure, we still didn't get together. And after the New Year, the man who taught at a university abroad
still came to see me despite my rejection. I hadn't planned to see him, but he knew where I worked and
my phone number, and he was waiting for me in the cold wind, carrying a heavy backpack. Even my broken and cold heart felt
pity, so I invited him to my home. That evening, I took him out to find a hotel and let him settle in.
Then I went home. But the next day, he came to my company with a huge bouquet of roses and a ring. I had to borrow the meeting
room, but he suddenly knelt down and wouldn't get up until I agreed. Unable to bear the gossip from the company staff, I said,
"Come to my house and wait for me. We'll talk tonight." After a stalemate of half an hour, he finally got up and left. That night, I decided to
let him stay. Maybe he wouldn't insist anymore after he got me. I thought to myself.

〖Me and My Men〗5 [Left Bank Romance][Female Original]

That night, a colleague insisted on dragging me to his birthday party, so I reluctantly brought him along. At the business banquet, we
played games like murder mystery and various drinking games, drank warm yellow wine, and everyone had a great time. But he kept a gloomy
face . Maybe this side of me was something he didn't understand. We drank from big bowls, ate heartily, and had so many
male friends to laugh with. He drank alone, getting himself drunk until his eyes were glazed over, so I had to take him
away early. In the car, he kept asking me, "What do you want me to do for you to agree?" I said, "I'm not right for you, really."
I'm not the naive person I used to be. I don't have the courage to get married yet. Marriage is a lifelong commitment, and I
don't want to agree easily; it would be irresponsible of me to agree. I don't know if he was even listening to me; he kept talking in
a mournful tone about how hard he was working abroad, how
he was trying so hard to support me, to keep me from working and suffering… Later, seeing that I wasn't responding while I was driving, he even tried to grab the steering wheel… I realized it
was impossible to have a proper talk with him today, so I took him back to his hotel.

At the hotel entrance, the cold wind made him vomit violently. After vomiting for a while, he finally regained consciousness. I helped him inside, gave him
some water, and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, saying in a particularly painful and sorrowful voice, "Marry me, I'll
treat you well, no matter what kind of person you were before." I tried to break free, but I couldn't; my wrist was
red and . He leaned in and tried to kiss me, his breath reeking of alcohol. I dodged, tears streaming down my face. I felt so guilty. He
really is a good man; he didn't force me anymore and just kissed away my tears. He pulled me into his arms, but his whole body was
trembling. I thought it was because the cold wind had blown on my head, and I was a little chilly, so I didn't struggle anymore. I leaned against him, listening
to his pounding heartbeat, and curled up outside his blanket, finally waiting for him to calm down and fall asleep, but my wrist
was still being held tightly.

If I felt more than just friendship towards him, it was only pity for his years of hard work. Perhaps
I was just a source of hope for him, and now that he had succeeded, maybe he could make his feelings clear.
I lay outside the blanket all night, reflecting on all the things that had happened in the past few months, and I couldn't help but feel
even more heartbroken. Why can't the person I love be with me, and why is it so hard for the person who loves me to accept it?
He finally woke up at dawn, but he looked even more haggard than before he went to sleep. I told him to rest well, and then I said I was sorry, that I had
someone I liked. He looked at me in disbelief. We sat facing each other in silence for more than an hour without saying a word.
But he suddenly hesitated and said, "Could it be... just once?" I wanted a more satisfying
ending …

It's a question that leaves me speechless. If it could make up for him, alleviate my guilt,
then it might be worthwhile. Perhaps some might think, "I've slept with so many men,
what's wrong with sleeping with this man I love so deeply? What could I possibly lose?" But the end of a relationship shouldn't be about sex.
My body might be compensation for him, but what about for myself? So I refused. Perhaps he thought his
request was unreasonable, so he said sorry with a shy face… I think he doesn't belong among the men I've slept with
, even though we shared a bed for a night. The reason I'm sharing his story here is simply because he made me
suddenly decide to cherish myself and reflect on my time with the man I loved most.

My birthday was coming up soon; I declined my friends' plans to have a party and stayed home alone
to pack. My phone kept ringing with birthday wishes via text or phone call. He suddenly came to visit, bringing a beautifully crafted silk cheongsam as a
birthday present. A conflicted feeling welled up inside me. Why did the
person I loved most leave me with the deepest wounds? I think I'll never be able to let go of the pain of losing my baby because of him.
But my lingering feelings for him make me want to be close to him. I changed into a cheongsam under his gaze; it fit me perfectly and made me look beautiful
. I could hear his breathing become heavy. As I slowly unbuttoned the cheongsam, he gently embraced
me from behind.

[Me and My Men] 6 [Left Bank Romance] [Original Female Content]

He gently hugged me from behind and said, "Happy birthday, take good care of yourself. You've lost a lot of weight since I last saw you…
" I couldn't tell him that I hadn't slept well a single night since losing my baby; I didn't want to add another burden to our already
heavy relationship. I'll just carry this wound with me. I hope time will heal
it someday.

I gave him a faint smile and let him lead me into the bedroom. The bedroom floor was actually piled high with my
packed luggage, bags and packages, but he didn't notice. Perhaps even if he had, he wouldn't have had time to ask.
The cheongsam was too complicated for him to untie. I wore the birthday gift he gave me and made love to him one last time.

I clung tightly to his neck, tears streaming down my face, into my ears, and then down my neck to my chest. He still didn't
notice, only saying, "You're holding me so tight, I can't move." My voice thick with emotion, I replied, "Then don't
move, just let me hold you for a while." He looked at my tear-streaked face in surprise and stepped back, asking, "What's wrong?
Is something the matter?" Then he noticed the things scattered on the floor and asked, "Are you moving?" I straightened
my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Sort of." "Where are you moving to?" "To a pretty far place." "I don't know the exact address yet,
I'll tell you when I find out." He smoked silently for a while, then said, "Let me know if you need any help." I asked him,
"Do you love me?" Perhaps it was the silliest, most foolish question; actually, asking it or not was unnecessary. Love, you make my
heart ache. I think I'll remember this answer for the rest of my life. This unfinished love, like our relationship,
died young.

When I finally called him to say goodbye, I was already at the airport. With only a few pieces of luggage, I
sealed my memories in this city that I both loved and hated. I casually told him on the phone, "I'm going out for a walk to clear my head. Take care of
yourself! Treat me to a week of good food when you get back!" He laughed and said, "Just a week? A year
wouldn't be a problem!" After hanging up, the burden in my heart felt heavier than my luggage. And so, I left without hesitation
, this city I'd lived in for almost ten years. Now I leave with a smile, but can I come back with one too?

〖Me and My Men〗7 [Left Bank Romance][Original by a Female Author]

Sections 6 and 7 are relatively short and not overly erotic. Perhaps, as someone commented, by this time I had
gradually come to understand what I truly wanted. It wasn't fleeting passion, blindly accepting what was suitable, being
content with the status quo, or actively searching. Because after experiencing so much, the
number of men who were truly important to me and whom I would often think about was very small. Perhaps there was my first love, or perhaps there was the boyfriend I dated for over a year who broke up with me due to health
reasons . But more often than not, it was this person who left me heartbroken.

There were indeed periods of blind despair, and sometimes I felt I despised myself. My mother has
only ever had my father as her husband, and I've been cheating on her like this; what would she think if she found out? But the pressures
of life and the longing for family and marriage made me somewhat reckless. The main reason, however, was that I
was exhausted from struggling alone, and sometimes I desperately wanted someone to rely on. But what kind of person that would be, what my
criteria , I really didn't know. At that time, I just thought that if someone was good to me, genuinely liked me, and our personalities were compatible,
and we got along well, that would be enough... I remember someone saying that the less standards you think you have,
the higher become. The so-called "matching" based entirely on feeling is actually the hardest thing. But that's just who I am; I
can't even control myself.

Call me promiscuous if you want, but I've never dated with a promiscuous heart. And most of the time,
the pleasure wasn't that strong. I think I always slept with people before committing to marriage, probably
because I like reading magazines about marriage and family, and I've seen countless stories of
families breaking up due to disharmony in their sex lives. Many more cases involved problems after having children, causing harm to the children. I approached this
with a calm mind. Although it went against old morals and customs, my generation, or
most of my generation, has been influenced by new ideas, which made me think it was a wise move.

When I left that city, I was almost 28. Some of my classmates already had children starting elementary school.
No one supported my decision to go abroad, but I still left. With stubbornness and a little despair. Perhaps
it wouldn't matter if I did whatever I wanted back home, because it was my own business. But once I
'm
abroad, I also carry the label of "Chinese." I can't say I represent all Chinese people, but if you do something wrong in another country, it will always affect the country's honor. So, I always keep this in mind when I'm abroad.
In groups for people living abroad, everyone often expresses their dissatisfaction with China or the government. I always stand on
the side of opposition, often getting so angry that I cry trying to defend my country. Others might think I'm foolish, but it gives me a
stronger sense of positivity.

Unfortunately, in the first place I went, Chinese people had a bad reputation. Prostitution and other illegal activities
were rampant. My Chinese friends and colleagues were often mistaken for prostitutes and asked for prices on the street.
Sometimes they were even groped. They would angrily curse, "f*cku," but what
good is anger? There's no more effective way to stop it. Once foreigners form a bad impression of Chinese people, it's
incredibly stubborn. I'm helpless.

Two Singaporean friends I met through business love to talk about these things. There were so many Chinese-run temporary shelters,
small spaces hidden behind curtains, where Chinese women waited for customers, charging 20 to 50 yuan
per visit; or 100 to 300 yuan for an overnight stay. Once, at a bar celebrating a birthday, he casually called over
two Chinese women. Several men groped them while dancing, and although they
were unhappy, they had to endure it. Some men took advantage of their poor English, constantly making
lewd comments about them, and the two women just smiled awkwardly. From then on, I didn't want to have any interaction with them anymore. Although
they would introduce me to deals worth millions, the contempt they showed when talking about Chinese people was
unbearable.

I never dated again, focusing all my energy on work. Before I came here, the company's business was consistently
losing money, so they opened up new business areas and put me in charge. Within three months, I signed several
deals worth hundreds of thousands to millions, relieving the boss's immediate financial burden for my medium-sized company. Although I knew that the successful
signing of these deals was partly due to my youth and beauty. When visiting clients, they wouldn't
let go of , or pretend to be familiar and keep their hands on my shoulders. They'd insist on meeting me in their office for every little thing,
and when discussing technical matters, they'd just stare at my face… Some even offered houses, cars, and high-ranking
positions to get me to work for them, their desire blatantly obvious. Sometimes, without being told,
I'd gracefully and calmly withdraw my hand or move away, and honestly tell them I was
satisfied with my current job when they made their hypocritical requests. But I never expected that these hypocrites in the business world would one day drop their masks.

That day, I went to a client to pick up a check. We had agreed I'd get it that day, but they said they'd left the checkbook
at another office because their boss was pressing for it, so I had to reschedule for 7 pm. I believed
them because, although they sometimes looked at me with a slightly suggestive gaze, I only met them in public; surely
nothing would happen. After leaving their company, I was waiting for a valet to bring my car to me at the mall entrance when
a man walked past me. I was wearing that cheongsam that day. He turned around, saw me, and came over to ask how much
it cost. I thought I'd heard others complain all the time, and now it was my turn… Should I swear or just say "fu"?
Seeing that I ignored him, he automatically quoted 1,000 yuan. I looked at his thin face with disgust and turned
away . He shook his head and walked away, but after a while, he came back and said, "Baby, how about 2,000 yuan
?" I didn't know how to respond. Just then, my car arrived, and I
walked away with my head held high. He also walked away, but kept looking back as he drove off. My mood was absolutely terrible at that moment
, and I felt even more disgusted with the people in that place. Little did I know that something even worse was waiting for me that night.

[Me and My Men] 8 [Left Bank Romance] [Original by a Female]

The meeting was scheduled for 7 PM. The roads were always congested during rush hour, so I figured I'd have to rush
there as soon as I got off work. But I still hurried back to my apartment to change out of my cheongsam. What had just happened made me feel incredibly
frustrated, especially since I was wearing the clothes he gave me and then encountered such a sleazy person. I felt it was a disgrace to the clothes.
So I changed into a conservative half-collar raglan skirt and added a light jacket, wrapping myself up tightly in the high temperature.

I waited by the roadside for over ten minutes before the client finally appeared. I asked him to roll down the window and ask
if he had the check. He said it was in his office and he'd take me there to get it right away. I was furious at his broken promise; hadn't we agreed
I could get the check upon meeting? But he explained that he'd been busy outside and hadn't had time to go back.
Reluctantly, I got into his car. He then said that to apologize for making me come all that way for nothing, he wanted to
treat me to dinner. I refused, saying I'd already eaten and had an important
appointment . He grinned and said he was starving and asked me to be kind and let him eat something first.
Seeing my sullen face and lack of reaction, he probably knew I was angry, so he parked next to a restaurant, ordered
takeout , and drove straight to his office building.

The office was located in a mixed-use commercial and residential building. The parking lot was somewhat dilapidated and dark. I followed him
upstairs and into the office. He invited me to sit and wait for him in the back room, then said he was going to wash his hands. Then I
heard the sound of the outer door locking. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly came out. He said guiltily that
it was for safety reasons, as suspicious people always came in. I urged him to give me the check quickly, but he kept making excuses,
saying he needed to finish eating first. Having come this far, I could only swallow my anger and wait. After eating for a while, he picked up
a piece of meat and brought it to my mouth, saying, "Come and eat some with me, this tastes good." Seeing me shake my head, he sat down
closer , pressing himself against me and deliberately rubbing his leg against mine. My heart was pounding. I didn't want to argue with him because
I was afraid he would resort to violence. I'd heard many terrible rumors and stories—
people here often kill people and bury them in the desert, then disappear without a trace…

Perhaps because I looked so pale, he asked if I wasn't feeling well. I said yes, the pressure at work was high and I was very tired
. And after work, there were all sorts of annoying situations. He probably knew I was being sarcastic. He smiled awkwardly,
wiped his hands, and said, "Then let me give you a massage to help you relax. I'm quite good at it." Then, without warning, his hand was on
my shoulder. To be honest, I'd never encountered anything like this before. If it were a complete stranger harassing me, I could
easily ignore it. If it were mutual, it could be quite amusing. But in this awkward situation,
I didn't know what to do. I twisted my shoulder and said, "No need, I'll just go home and rest." Anyone
with common sense would have let go, but he seemed determined to play dumb.
He massaged even more vigorously. He even took it upon himself to pull my jacket down a bit, his hands directly on my shoulders.

My neck and shoulders are particularly sensitive areas. If it were my boyfriend flirting with me, gently stroking my shoulders and
kissing my neck, I probably would have collapsed into his arms. But now, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, unable to move forward or backward.
Suddenly an idea struck me. I said softly, in a seemingly satisfied tone, "It feels so good. You're really good at massaging." He
smiled smugly. He said, "Actually, I have something even better..." As he said this, he turned my shoulders, making me look
down at his crotch—a very large bulge under his robe, like a tent. Of course, I knew what he
meant. He was being so blatant; I had to act fast. Actually, I think I already knew
how to .

Wow, I feigned surprise, making him think I was happy, and said, "You're such a powerful man." But I really have something to do
today . Why don't you come to my place tomorrow? I live alone, and I'm free all night tomorrow
… The hint was obvious enough. He hesitated, but being the shrewd businessman he is, he said, "I'll
give you the check tomorrow." Now I just wanted to get away, so I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll call you tomorrow." To make him believe me more,
I deliberately pressed myself against his chest, close to his ear, and said, "Contact me after work, okay? I haven't called in a long time…" I
deliberately left the sentence unfinished, pretending to be shy as I walked to the door, waiting for him to open it. I was afraid that if I unlocked it,
my intention to run away would be too obvious, and if he didn't believe me, I'd be in trouble.

This trick worked. As for the check, that's my boss's problem, because I
'd sworn never to get involved in any business with this person again. On the way back, I couldn't help but cry, feeling
incredibly frustrated. Not knowing who to confide in, I dialed his number. But then I heard the phone was switched off.
Yes, I was so excited I forgot it was already past midnight back home… But when I was feeling wronged, his comfort was still
the first thing I wanted; clearly, I hadn't moved on from that relationship.

Perhaps some might ask, "Aren't you sexually frustrated abroad without a boyfriend or sexual partners? What do you do
if you are?" I'm not pretending, but back then I genuinely didn't feel
lonely at all without a man. For women, sex is often driven by love; without feelings, it's like
hibernation. I only occasionally browsed erotic novels online, reading the funny replies. Just when I thought
happiness was still far away, fate played another cruel joke on me.

[Me and My Men] 9 [Left Bank Romance] [Original Female Content]

Later, I met a charming foreign man at work. He was charming
yet had a wild side. Beautifully sculpted muscles, blue-gray eyes, and a gentle smile. The
first time I met him, he was discussing blueprints with someone, holding a pencil between two fingers, the other fingers
curled up like orchid fingers. During business meals, his eating style was also quite unique, methodical and unhurried. Actually, I
initially thought he was gay; his feminine movements and gentle eyes made him seem like a
female character among gay men. But one day, I visited his factory, and he was wearing a tight vest
and cropped jeans with many pockets, his sun-tanned, oily arms exposed, carefully carving
a piece of wood with a knife. His focused expression and the taut muscles from his effort made me like him. And
when I discovered he was actually making me a sandalwood aromatherapy diffuser socket, I was actually quite touched.

That evening, I had dinner with him at a restaurant on a rocky coast, with small steps leading directly to the beach.
Unable to ran off to the rocks on the beach to catch the small, scurrying crabs. Perhaps
he gave me a sense of respect, and I felt relaxed around him, so I acted spontaneously,
making seemingly childish gestures. Later, when we were together, he told me that I had revived his
long- … In his sincere pursuit, I saw his considerate and tender side. So when he asked me out…
When I went out to sea, I agreed. Although I was still hesitant, I felt that if I didn't take the
plunge, I wouldn't be able to forget that man, and I wouldn't be able to be happy. He said we had to prepare to leave at 4 a.m.,
as the fish in the open sea usually come out to feed at sunrise around 6 a.m. To save on travel, he asked me
to stay at his place that night. He said he could sleep on the sofa. But when I got there, I found that his house
was completely empty except for a large bed, exercise equipment, a table, and a chair.

Yes, I foolishly believed him. Because of my feelings for him, or
the feelings I had developed over the past few months, I trusted him completely. He was a romantic person, and his flirting was also very romantic.
Before , he whispered in my ear with heavy breaths, "In a moment, I'm going to unbutton your clothes,
slowly strip you naked, and let the air kiss every inch of you. I'm going to suck on your earlobe, kiss your forehead, your
eyes, your nose, and your small, rosy lips. I'm going to caress your silky skin, and
leave kisses on your neck, many, many kisses, all the way down to your beautiful breasts; I'm going to savor your
nipples, sucking on them until they're as red as cherries... I'm going to tease your belly button... Then I'm going to
caress your legs, first the outside and then the inside, your knees, your toes. I'm going to kiss every part of you,
and finally, I'm going to kiss between your legs. I'm going to hear your sweet moans, I'm going to hear your screams..." His
gentle, deep voice drifted in and out of my ear. It was the first time I'd ever experienced such flirting,
and instinctively, every cell in my body was aroused with desire—a beautiful and longed-for desire.

Then he really did as he said and started kissing me. When he sucked on my toes, I felt like
my soul was screaming. Because each step before was an accumulation of anticipation, each layer building
upon the last, each push propelling me to the peak of pleasure. Honestly, if men have the patience,
they should try treating their women this way. It will definitely be an unforgettable experience for the woman.

When he kissed my neck again, he guided my hand to touch his sensitive areas. But this
instantly turned my happiness into anxiety. I touched his heat, that
enormous thing , bigger than most things in Western porn. The tearing pain of the past returned to my
mind; I felt only fear, and I involuntarily began to tremble. He laughed
at , a laugh that seemed both self-satisfied and amusing. He said that Western women
would frantically rush towards his penis, yet I was so afraid. Then he patiently comforted me, telling me to relax,
his hand gently stroking my hair, then using his arm to support my hips and slowly push me forward. I
continued tremble, the deeper he went, the more violently I shook. Finally, I held him up to stop him from going any further, only to find that he had only
gone in a third of the way. Even so, I couldn't move at all. He didn't force me to continue, but
withdrew. I looked at him, my eyes full of apology. Because I was already satisfied, and he… He kissed
my forehead and smiled, saying it was okay, we could do it next time. Then he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

I woke up very early the next morning, too tired to open my eyes, so he let me sleep for a few more minutes, and then
took me out as if nothing had happened. With the sea breeze blowing, I slept for four hours on the swaying boat before waking up, and then joined
the sea fishing. That day was very happy, but there was also a vague unease in my heart. Actually, I really wanted
a good relationship that could end well. Although he was a good lover, it seemed we were a little
incompatible in this area…

Not long after returning, he went on a business trip out of town. Just as I was missing him and worrying about the future, his
colleague told me a shocking truth—he wasn't on a business trip; he was going back to his hometown to see his
wife and two children! Good heavens! But he wasn't wearing his wedding ring! I countered his colleague's question, even
laughing at my own thought. How could I judge someone's single status based on a ring? But if he had
a wife and children, why was he pursuing me? His colleague looked at me for a long time before saying, "Because you're
the most adorable woman we've ever met." He used the word "we," but I was too flustered to notice. Only at
the end did I realize that this person was actually my true destiny…

After learning the truth, I again cut off contact with him. In this digital age, pretending
to disappear is easy—refusing emails, calls, and texts, blocking and deleting contacts on MSN… But
he sent a package to his company containing a printed email he had written to me. He said he
was going back to file for divorce from his wife; they had been separated for almost two years. Before meeting me, he had never truly been attracted to
any woman, so he hadn't filed for divorce for the sake of the children. But now he wanted to be with me;
he wanted to fulfill my longing and dream of a family… He said so much, writing almost
every day . I felt like I could see his sincerity, and he even sent me
photos of his wife and two children. In their family photos, he and his wife certainly looked estranged, but seeing those two
adorable little angels, my heart ached so much I couldn't breathe. Perhaps it was
true , but I didn't want to be the bad guy who took their father away—it was too cruel.

Just as I decided to end the relationship, he invited me to a
barbecue party with his colleagues. I knew he liked me going out to parties out of male vanity, but this time I
didn't want to be the woman he used to show off. I resented him for not telling me about his marital status earlier,
forcing me to withdraw my feelings after I had already invested them. He probably didn't expect that I would
still leave him even after knowing he was going to divorce his wife for me. So, after I told him my decision alone,
he drank silently with a sullen face, ignoring me without saying a word. His
colleague seemed unable to bear seeing me like this, so he sat down to barbecue with me and said that if I didn't find the party interesting, I should
go home early; he could give me a ride. So I agreed. I didn't say much on the way home, just kept
crying . He saw my vulnerability, my lingering affection, and my resolute decision, but he didn't say a word.

When we got to the entrance of the residential area, they wouldn't let the car in. He asked for my phone number and said, "Send me
a text message once you're inside so I know you got home safely." I agreed, but because I was still in a daze, I only said yes.
When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom to rinse my red and swollen eyes with cold water. I didn't want my roommate to see
me like this and worry. When I came out of the bathroom, my phone on the table was flashing with countless missed calls and
unread messages, all from the person who had just brought me home. Before I could even open the messages, the phone rang again
. He asked anxiously what was wrong, why I wasn't home yet. I quickly apologized, and he didn't say much, just that
he was relieved to go home once I saw I was safe. It turned out he had been waiting downstairs for my text message before leaving.

At the time, I didn't pay much attention to these little things because I was completely
consumed by a sense of frustration and pessimism. It was only after we were actually together that I remembered all the silent sacrifices he had made for me… Yes,
this is the person I want to spend my life with, the one I'll never leave, the one I'll grow old with. He has a very common
name, Li Xiong. There are probably millions of Li Xiongs in the country, but to me, he is the most precious and special
one. In the next chapter, I will describe our little moments in detail. There is boundless love and endless romance…

〖Me and My Men〗10 [Left Bank Romance][Original by a Woman]

My husband is a Pisces. The romance and empathy of Pisces men are qualities that women greatly admire.
Actually, he knew I was with that foreign man; but he didn't care. On the contrary, I felt
a knot in my heart, really hoping that when I met him it was just a fleeting encounter, not through his colleague. But
he felt that that little episode only made him cherish me more. That day on the way home, silently watching me
cry , his aching heart swore to himself that he would never let me shed such tears again…

When I was down, he would chat with me, we had endless things to talk about on MSN every day. Most of the
time he would guide me, for example, my dreams, my past, even my elementary school teacher—he
was interested in all of that. When he learned I liked the sea, he decided to take me snorkeling. But despite liking the sea, I
couldn't swim, so he decided to teach me to swim first. To ease my shyness, he took me to
a rooftop swimming pool—a clean and elegant place with few people.

My childhood near-drowning experience had made me afraid to put my head underwater, but with his encouragement, I counted
1, 2, 3, inhaling and exhaling, gradually getting used to the water covering my mouth, then my nose, and finally my eyes. Then
I held onto the edge and kicked…and then he supported my abdomen, helping me coordinate my arms and legs. After two lessons, I could hold his
fingers and swim forward; after another lesson, I could have him wait for me four steps away, then six steps,
then ten steps…Every time I reached him, I would excitedly hug him, and he would just
give me an encouraging smile. These two weeks of swimming training gradually built up my complete trust in him.

Actually, after we got together, he confessed to me that when he taught me to swim, he had to work very hard to resist the urge to
reach for my round bottom; or to resist the urge to pull open the bow on my bikini top, because every
night he couldn't help but have these thoughts and couldn't sleep. Hehe, for lovers, these are sweet
nothings. Luckily, he didn't say them then, otherwise I would definitely have thought he was a big pervert :) His self-
control made me feel that he was a person with self-discipline.

Next, it was time to go snorkeling in the real sea. With the help of the snorkeling mask and regulator, I felt as
free , especially since I was holding his hand, his firm and reliable hand, which gradually made my initial fear
disappear. I played with the fish that innocently swam in front of me, watching all kinds of swaying seaweed and corals
reflect each other ... But suddenly, I didn't catch my breath properly, and water got into my snorkeling mask. When I inhaled, water
rushed into my nose and I choked. Completely flustered, I struggled violently. He held me tightly, pulling
me up with all his might, but I was so disoriented I just thrashed about, kicking him hard several times.
I finally managed to grab his neck and quickly pressed his head down so I could surface for air… A perfectly
healthy young man almost met his end at the hands of this clumsy landlubber… Thankfully, he removed his snorkel and dodged my lightning-fast kicks,
surfacing , otherwise I would have been devastated!

After this little incident, we finally adjusted our plans and completed our snorkeling adventure without further incident. Aside from
some bruises from my kicks and scratches from my toenails, he was perfectly fine -_-… I felt apologetic, and he
kept comforting me.

But we haven't really progressed much; at most, I give him
a goodnight kiss when he asks me to take him home at night. Actually, the more cautious we are, the more it shows we're both interested. We both felt that relationships that
progressed too quickly were more likely to end, so we both waited cautiously… However,
I had a secret I was keeping from him. In our private conversations, I learned that he had never used a condom,
but I had a secret I couldn't tell him.

A week after I left that foreign man, he called me saying he had something very
serious to tell me. He said he had contracted a serious sexually transmitted disease,
and since he had only had sex with me recently, he believed I had infected him. He warned me that it was a serious problem and that I shouldn't have
sex with other men, otherwise I would infect others… To be honest, I was terrified. Although
I didn't feel anything unusual myself, his serious attitude made me believe him. I also felt
ashamed, so I didn't dare tell anyone and just kept putting it off…

When my relationship with my husband finally progressed to “openness,” I had to insist that he
use a condom because I was afraid I would harm him. I felt like a dangerous biological weapon…
He still reluctantly used a condom, prioritizing my safety. By the time he finally managed to put on the condom, my penis
was already it became erect again… And so, this unsuccessful first time
ended with his dejection and my guilt and unease. I confessed to him… I thought the only outcome awaiting me
was that he would leave me.

But he told me he didn't believe that man. And he believed I wouldn't get that kind of disease. Because
he knew I was healthy and clean when he kissed my genitals. But I was still afraid—what if the bacteria were inside
? My stubbornness prevailed over him again… In the end, he accompanied me to the hospital for a comprehensive gynecological
exam . And in front of the gynecologist, he told the doctor why I was there for the exam. I blushed furiously
, wanting to run away as the two of them were having a serious conversation, but his firm, warm hand held mine, giving me the courage to face it.
And confidence.

The test results were as he expected—I was perfectly healthy. I didn't have the disease that person had described. I don't
know why that person would lie to me like that. Perhaps out of revenge? But
what the doctor said to me during the test strengthened my confidence in being with my husband. She said, "Your boyfriend is a trustworthy person; women
are happier if they have a stable sexual partner. Don't miss out..."

After receiving the test results, we went to celebrate. I felt relieved, and he was all smiles. So that
night, we made love without restraint...

〖Me and My Men〗11 (The End) [Left Bank Romance][Original Female Content]

That day, after returning home from the hospital, we bought roast chicken, wine, and fresh pineapple to celebrate a little. Just
as he went to the kitchen to get a knife and fork, I took the roast chicken out and put it on the living room table, and then went to find a plate
to put the pineapple on. But when I came back from the kitchen, I found his big dog climbing on the table, sniffing and licking the roast chicken.
"Ouch!" I yelled, startling the dog so much that it snatched the roast chicken and ran away... 5555 Our dinner
! He heard the noise, ran out, saw the scene, and we both burst into laughter. We laughed until tears streamed down our faces. He
looked at me, suddenly put down his knife and fork, and hugged me tightly, kissing me passionately.

His kisses were always gentle and restrained before, but today he was so domineering and intense. His slightly grown
stubble pricked my lips, making them red, swollen, and glistening with desire. He laid me down on
the sofa , half-kneeling and supporting himself with his hands to avoid crushing me, and said, "I've been thinking about this day for so long..." His words made me
blush. I think I must have looked as beautiful as a flower at that moment. A surge of tenderness and emotion welled up inside me,
and I gently lifted my head to kiss his eyes, saying, "Me too."

After receiving my response and encouragement, he quickly stripped me naked,
revealing my pubic area, which had been shaved for inspection. Without any hair to obstruct the view, that area was incredibly sensitive. Even the sensation of his
breath on my skin was so intense. He playfully teased me with his tongue,
making me tremble with each gentle touch, until I begged him to let it take over. I turned to
help him unzip his pants, and seeing his erect penis glaring at me
aroused … Just as we both began to crave real contact, we stopped in unison. He
pulled me up to sit on his lap and slowly entered me.

I asked him why he liked this position. He said it was because he could see my eyes, my expression,
kiss me anytime, and deeply feel my heat… Sweet words are
the best , and even before I reached climax, my heart was filled with a satisfying joy. With each
thrust and rub, his curly, soft hair brushed against my smooth skin, which
felt like it was on fire, hot and sticky, making squelching sounds—it was so embarrassing! I buried my head in the crook of his neck,
listening to him whisper "I love you, I love you, I love you..." in my ear like a spell... My bouncy nipples
brushed against his warm chest, sending waves of sensuality through me. Suddenly he sped up,
and I could feel his heat swell up, thrusting against my clitoris with each stroke, making my toes go numb. I finally felt
an uncontrollable throbbing within me, each thrust tightening around him.

We weren't wearing a condom, so he had to lift me up and ejaculate
on . No wonder he doesn't use condoms; he can control himself to ejaculate outside. Afterwards, we
looked at each other's flushed faces, panting, and laughed simultaneously. After washing him up, we lay exhausted, lying motionless
in his arms, listening to him scold the big dog that had stolen our dinner. Finally, when our stomachs were growling,
he got up to make me something to eat. Having grown up abroad, he only made simple bacon, ham, and eggs, and he
wasn't even very good with chopsticks. I offered to cook, but he refused, preferring to sit and watch me
bustle about . Did he want me to witness all his goodness at once?

Watching him hum a song as he flipped the bacon, I couldn't help but hug his waist. Listening to his
steady heartbeat, I felt even warmer and more secure. I thought, with this kind of happiness, what woman wouldn't be
greedy for more? After we finished eating, I helped him put the dishes on the sink, but he hugged me from behind again, his
mischievous little brother thrusting against me. Truly, when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust… I sighed, then obligingly
let him lift me to sit on the counter. Our lovemaking in the kitchen seemed even more shy; all those plates, dishes, and bowls
stared at us, even the refrigerator seemed embarrassed and quieted down…

The night was enchanting, and we snuggled together watching TV. My feet were propped up on the table, his big feet resting on
mine, we were as inseparable as conjoined twins. A moment later, he looked at me with ill intent again. I laughed at him, "
Can't you control yourself? One drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood. One drop of blood is worth three bowls of rice. How many meals would you have to eat to make up for tonight's loss
?" He said shamelessly, like Ng Man-tat in "A Chinese Odyssey," "Wife, I'm willing to die for you!" Then
he pounced on me again, baring his teeth and claws. This time, he didn't even take off my thong, which I had just put on. He just pulled it open and came in .
It felt like I had been waiting for him for a long time, and I finally felt complete. I really wanted to just hold him like this, feel him,
and not go anywhere, not think about anything, just stay like this forever.

When we woke up in the morning, we both had dark circles under our eyes. We brushed our teeth and washed our faces together in front of the mirror, and I suddenly felt at home.
The weariness of wandering and the desolation and lack of belonging in my heart disappeared. My eyes and brows were full of smiles. If
I were a sapling, I would have finally found my spring. I should be swaying in the wind, blooming a tree full of
flowers for him.

Our love blossomed like this. To prevent me from being stolen away, he placed his family heirloom ring on
my finger early on. On that finger closest to my heart, I felt him beside me, felt
completely belonging to him.

Life was no longer lonely; our feelings for each other deepened. For two people who both crave adventure and
novelty , our lovemaking was also incredibly diverse. We drove to the desert and made love under a sky full of stars;
we traveled and made love in private pools; we went camping and made love in our shared tent,
risking being eavesdropped on; most of the time we made love at home on the bed and sofa, but every time felt
like the first time. It wasn't because the novelty hadn't worn off—at least three years have passed, and we still…
It was the same as always, only because we understood each other better and had more time to adjust, our love for each other deepened.

A year later, we pledged our lives to each other and welcomed our first baby. During my pregnancy, my breasts increased by
two cup sizes, and my belly grew bigger every day. My husband always thought that I was at my sexiest during pregnancy. I don't know
if he was trying to comfort me about my changed figure or if he meant it sincerely, but he still seemed quite eager. :)

In the first three months, we mostly kissed and hugged, and after entering the stable period, we started our happy lovemaking again
. Back in China, many of my friends completely gave up sex during pregnancy, which I didn't quite understand
. Some even had their husbands cheat on them because of it… Although it's the men's fault for lacking self-control,
it's not wise for wives to completely refuse sex. Because my own experience tells me that
gentle sex after the first three months of pregnancy is absolutely fine and can even be beneficial for the pregnant woman. Even if it's really inconvenient, giving
my husband oral sex is a good way for him to release… Perhaps my thinking is a bit open-minded. But I'm learning
in a scientific spirit. During my pregnancy, I diligently researched and learned
oral sex techniques to make my husband feel incredibly good :)

I was actually worried that his penis might poke the baby in my belly during sex, but after learning
about anatomy, I knew it wouldn't. However, around seven months into my pregnancy, one day in the middle of sex, my husband
suddenly pulled out from behind and said, "I can't do it anymore, I'm thinking about how the baby's hair has grown, I can't do it anymore -_-!" (
During pregnancy, because you can't put pressure on the abdomen, it's usually rear-entry). Haha, I bet the baby in my belly would faint
if they heard that. This dad is so slow to realize things! Where was he before?

After the baby was born, our world of two became a world of three. Thank God, all my
beautiful dreams have come true, and I will live life to the fullest. I wish everyone's dreams come true soon, and happiness every day.

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