[Me and Middle-Aged Women] (The End) Author: Unknown

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(Part 1)

I often see many netizens talking about their experiences of meeting online friends. I've been wanting to write
down my own experiences for a long time, but I haven't done so yet. There are two reasons why I haven't done so. First, these are my own
experiences, and no one else knows about them except for me and my online friend. Second, I'm
afraid that writing these experiences will affect my
current Based on these two considerations, I haven't had the courage to write them down.
Sometimes I feel that the internet is really scary, and I don't want to get hurt myself or my online friend.

Today, I suddenly felt like recording my experiences with online friends over the past two years. My writing isn't very good;
it's just a true account.

I started going online in 2002 when I was 23 years old. At that time, I was just curious and felt that the internet was really
fun .

Later, in 2003, I started online chatting for the first time. From 2003 to
December , I chatted online for almost four years, during which time I chatted with many online friends. It's fair to say that the internet
changed my thinking, and online friends changed some things deep within my soul. These changes were sometimes
subtle , and some were absolute secrets. I've never considered myself a bad person, and my
friends and family all speak highly of me. Whether in life, at work, or with my family
, I'm seen as an absolutely good person.

But no one would have imagined that I've met so many online friends, let alone
had sexual relations with most of them. Sometimes I feel hypocritical, and sometimes I hate my own
behavior .

Below is a record of my real interactions with online friends. Some friends might criticize
me after reading this, but this is an experience I've had over the past few years, regardless of whether it's good or bad, or how it's judged from a moral
standpoint . I believe many people have had extramarital sex or affairs,
so we can't absolutely judge someone's behavior using Confucian quasi-moral standards.

I started chatting online in 2003, met my first online friend in December 2004, and
have met thirteen online friends so far, having had sexual relations with eleven of them. These online friends are all different ages. One is my
age, 28, another is younger, 21, and the rest are all older than me, the oldest being
42. The rest are around 34-40. Some might ask why I
meet people older than me. Honestly, I feel safer interacting with them. They are more
understanding, gentler, and more thoughtful. I really enjoy being with women of that age.
They have families, and our sexual relationship is mutually fulfilling. I met most of these online friends in
2007. I met eight in 2007. From 2008 to now, I've met three: one works at
the city's education bureau, 41; another is an English teacher at the city's No. 2 Middle School, 34; and most recently, I met
a very elegant 42-year-old woman in finance who works in the same field as me.

Among the online friends I met, there were five teachers, an insurance company manager, a labor bureau
employee , two self-employed businesswomen, a high school dormitory manager, a housewife,
and a China Unicom employee.

(II)

The first online friend I met was a manager at a company. Her job was easy, and her husband worked in
engineering in Luoyang and rarely came home. It was October 2004. One day, I was browsing online websites and
logged on to QQ. Someone added me when their avatar flashed. I looked at their profile; they were a 37-year-old
woman . I accepted their request. After we went online, they greeted me first, and

that's when we started chatting. For the first day or two, we chatted casually because I was
usually busy with work and didn't have much free time to chat. We would chat whenever we had a spare moment.
I felt that chatting with her was very pleasant, as if we had a lot to talk about.
We . After chatting online for about half a month, we made our first phone call.
Her voice was very pleasant; it didn't sound like the voice of a woman nearing forty. So that left
a very good . At that time, I lived alone, and from then on, we would call each other every day. She always
chatted with me like an older sister, and I really liked that feeling. Even now, thinking back on it, it's hard to forget; perhaps
this memory will stay with me for a day. We chatted every day, sometimes for over an hour without wanting to hang up. She
was also a lonely woman; her child was in high school in Hainan, one of those who immigrated for the college entrance exam. After
chatting on the phone for over a week, I saw her on video for the first time. She was slightly plump, very fair-skinned, with chestnut
hair , and very beautiful. She made a very good impression on me.

Up until then, we never talked about sex in our conversations because neither of us intentionally
wanted to bring it up. What truly made a substantial breakthrough in our thinking was
that one night when we talked on the phone. I remember we talked for a long time that time, it was past 11 p.m.,
and it's quite cold here in winter; people usually go to sleep around 10 p.m. Later, when we were chatting, I told her
, "Sister, I want to hug you." After saying that, she was silent for a few seconds and then said, "I miss you too,
I want to hold you in my arms." Hearing this, I suddenly became excited,
and I felt a strong urge. Her voice on the phone started to pant softly. We started whispering sweet nothings, and gradually our
voices became more unrestrained; her soft panting turned into loud moans… For the first time, we
reached orgasm over the phone. (Due to space limitations, I've omitted the details of our phone call; please
forgive me .)

A week later, on December 6th, she told me she was coming to see me. She said she
couldn't stand it anymore, she missed me so much.

At that time, I had never met her online friend, so I was a little scared. I didn't say she had to come, nor did I say she couldn't come. Unexpectedly
, she actually came the next day. We didn't live close by, about 300 li (approximately 150 kilometers). When she arrived…
It was already 5 PM. She didn't ask me to pick her up; she texted me after checking into her hotel.
I was both excited and scared. I went to the hotel to see her.
My heart was pounding when a real online friend stood before me for the first time. I didn't hug her then, and she later complained, asking why I
didn't hug her upon meeting. I had to tell her I was very nervous. After we met, she said, "Didn't you say you'd hug me? Why
didn't ?" I smiled, sat down next to her, and hugged her. She
was very voluptuous, and she held me tightly. I mustered my courage and kissed her. She moaned softly, and that moan gave me a lot of encouragement. I
pushed her onto the bed and kissed her passionately. Her tongue actively entered my mouth.

Her lips were very soft, and her tongue was very agile. Kissing her made me incredibly excited.

I remember having a girlfriend in college; the first time I kissed her, I trembled all over. That feeling
is truly indescribable. Kissing her now brought back that same excitement; our lips
were pressed tightly together, neither wanting to separate. I pressed myself against her, and she moved beneath me.

We kissed for a long time before separating. Looking at her disheveled hair and flushed face, I smiled. She asked
what I was laughing at, and I said, "You're so sweet, like a little girl." She chuckled softly too. She rested her head on me for
a while, and I said, "Let's get ready and go out for dinner."

I treated her to hot pot, and we drank two bottles of beer. Back at the hotel, I lay on the bed while she went to
the bathroom to prepare the bath. Watching her busy figure, I felt a deep sense of happiness. I thought how
wonderful it would be if she could continue to do this for me like this for a long time. After preparing the water, she pulled me up from the bed and placed my
hand on her buttons. I understood what she meant; she wanted me to help her undress. I smiled and gently
removed all her clothes. She was about my height, with beautiful, fair skin, and was a very
voluptuous woman. When her full breasts stood erect in front of me, I couldn't help but lower my head and gently suckle
her nipple. The nipple was large and dark. She moaned softly. After kissing her for a while, I looked up and saw that her
eyes . I quickly took off my clothes as well. We were both naked and pressed tightly together. My penis was already
proudly erect, and I pressed it tightly against her lower abdomen. She felt it, lowered her head, and took a breath. "So
big!" She gripped my penis tightly with her hand, using a lot of force.

"Let's go wash," I said. I picked her up and placed her in the bathtub, gently washing her. She cupped water
in her hands and gently washed my penis. As she washed, she did something that surprised and excited me greatly
: she took my penis into her mouth and gently sucked on it. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable; time seemed to
stand still for me until she called me. I quickly pulled her up, dried her off, and threw her onto the bed.
I touched her genitals; they were soaking wet, her pubic hair completely wet.

I rubbed my fingers between her labia minora, feeling the fluid gushing from her vagina.

I gently inserted my fingers into her vagina, and she moaned softly. My fingers were covered in fluid. After
a while, she couldn't take it anymore. "You little rascal, come and fuck me." Her legs were spread wide, and her thick labia
excited me immensely. I placed the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina. "Slow down, you little rascal, yours is too big!" She then guided my penis

with her hand and slowly pushed it into her vagina.
When my penis was almost fully inside, I thrust it in forcefully
. She cried out, then sighed, "It's so big, it's filling me up!" I
felt dizzy and thrust hard in and out of her vagina. Soon, her vagina began to contract, and I felt her fluids
gushing towards me. She moaned loudly, urging me to thrust harder. With her rapid, heavy breathing,
we both reached orgasm simultaneously. She wouldn't let me pull out, keeping me inside her. After a short rest,
we started making love again… I won't go into the details of our lovemaking.

Towards morning, she kept touching my penis with her hand, and with her constant caresses, it
became hard again… After we finished, we lay in bed. She held me close, my penis still hard. She wouldn't let me
pull out , insisting I keep it inside her vagina. Her vagina was so wet, so hot—I'll
never forget it. We barely slept during our first meeting, making love constantly. Later, she told me she could
n't take it anymore ; she had four or five orgasms, and her vaginal opening was starting to hurt. She said she had never made love like that before
and would never forget it.

We fell asleep just before dawn. She held me, and I loved it when she held me. Her breasts were so big; I
buried my head between them, it felt so good. Time flew by, and it was almost noon. We were still lying in bed
when she said she had to go back. I really didn't want her to leave. She had given me such a wonderful feeling, one that I could never
forget. But she said she had family matters to attend to and couldn't stay with me forever; it wouldn't be good if others found out .
I thought she had a point, so I didn't say anything more.

The next day at noon, after lunch, I saw her off.

After she left, I missed her quite a bit. After all, I had never met anyone I met online before, nor
had I ever had a physical relationship with another woman. I had this feeling that she was a part of my life,
and that's when I realized I had developed feelings for her. But I never asked her about it.

We talked on the phone almost every day and occasionally made love over the phone. Every time I heard her gentle
voice, I would react naturally. In early January 2006, I was going on a business trip to her place with my boss.
I told her before I left, and she was very happy, saying we should have a good chat that night and go wild. After socializing with some friends
that night , my boss insisted that I share a room with him, saying that booking two rooms would be a waste. I
was really angry but couldn't say anything. I had originally wanted to book a room alone, but it seemed that wasn't possible.

We couldn't stay in the hotel, so I drove her to the countryside. I held her in my arms and we
chatted in the back seat of a Santana-2000. She said that ever since the first time we made love, she had been particularly eager for it and often thought about having sex.
She pinched my mouth and said that I was bad and had aroused her sexual desire. I laughed and said that she was a lustful woman herself.
As I said this, her mouth came to meet mine, and we kissed passionately. I loved
the feeling . Her tongue was very agile and moved around in my mouth. I found it very exciting and gave me a thrilling feeling.
I unbuttoned her clothes and vigorously squeezed her breasts. Her breasts were very large, and I used a lot of force, but she wasn't afraid.
It hurt, yet she still urged me to use force. Her moans grew louder, and she said her body was completely limp and powerless.

My hand moved down to her private parts; the area near her crotch of her underwear was completely soaked, wet and hot. She
lay in my arms, moaning softly. She fumbled to unzip my pants, pulling out my already erect penis. After
touching it for a while, she lowered her head, and I felt my penis suddenly placed inside something very warm. I
knew she was taking it into her mouth. She gently licked my glans with her tongue, and under her ministrations, I became incredibly
hard.

Her head kept moving; she managed to take my entire penis into her mouth, which surprised me greatly. My
penis is 14.5 centimeters long, which isn't short, and she could actually take it all in. Of all
the online friends no one has been able to take my entire penis in. I reached down to her crotch, which was already soaking wet.
I pulled her up, took off her panties, and laid her flat on the seat. She bent her legs, one on
the front seat and the other in the trunk. I asked her if she had washed herself before she came, and she said she was clean. I
knelt down and began to lick her thick labia without restraint.

I sucked on her labia minora, and her buttocks moved incessantly. She cried
out . I used my tongue to separate her labia minora, licking back and forth in the groove inside. I
felt her fluids gushing out. When I forcefully pushed my tongue into her vaginal opening, her hands
pressed my head tightly against her vulva. I was almost out of breath. Her fluids soaked
the leather pad... After licking like this for a while, her buttocks suddenly lifted up, and my tongue
clearly felt her vagina contract sharply, lasting for several seconds. She let out a long breath, her head slumped
weakly against the car door. I knew she had orgasmed.

I didn't want to give up, so I lifted her legs again and forcefully entered her warm, wet place with my already rock-hard, impatient
penis, feeling and enjoying her moisture and warmth... Her
orgasm arrived at the same time as mine. We both screamed wildly, then hugged
each other tightly. The intense activity and the intense climax left us completely exhausted.

We rested in the car for about half an hour; it was almost midnight. She told me to drive,
saying she was a little scared in such a late hour… I drove her to the city center, and she invited me to a teahouse for tea and
conversation. By the time I got back to the hotel, it was past 2 AM. My boss asked where I'd been, and I said I'd
gone to a friend's. He didn't know I'd just had a great time; my legs were still weak.

The next day, she told me that we'd been at it for too long that night, and her vagina had hurt a bit afterward, so she took
some anti-inflammatory medication. I asked her which felt better, doing it in the car or in bed
. She said the environments were different, both were great, but doing it in the car was more tiring because the space was too cramped. However, our sex
was indeed very good; she had two orgasms. Her vaginal fluid soaked a large area of the back seat cushion, and I was worried that
other passengers might smell the vaginal fluid, so I washed the whole car when I got home.

We continued like this, but the distance prevented us from seeing each other often. Sometimes, when we missed each other too much, we would chat on the phone.
Hearing her voice always aroused me intensely. During our phone sex, her moans were loud; she said she always
had an orgasm. After being with her for so long, I had truly fallen in love with her, but I never
told her directly. I knew it was impossible. We were just confidants, able to chat,
confide , and make love, but we couldn't truly love each other—that would be too painful. I think she
felt the same way.

In June 2006, she went to Hainan to accompany her son's studies. She left, and I didn't see her off.
Even after she went to Hainan, we were even further apart. At first, we kept in touch frequently, but later her husband also went to
Hainan to do business, and their family was together. We contacted each other less. I knew it wasn't
as . I usually just called or texted her; I didn't want to disturb her peaceful life now. Time
gradually faded that uncontrollable passion, and we contacted each other less. Three years have passed, and now we
only exchange greetings on holidays. Because we had been together, and had a relationship.

My first online friend was gone just like that. She taught me many sex positions and let me experience
passion I had never felt before. I told her I would never forget her.

(III)

After she left, I didn't go online for several months. Sometimes I didn't chat even when I was at work. In
August I met my second online friend. She was a dormitory manager at a middle school.

She asked to video chat with me the first time we chatted. When we started chatting, she asked me where I was from. I told
her, and she said she didn't expect we were so close. We chatted like that, one sentence here and one sentence there. Suddenly, she
asked me if I was a very serious person.

I asked her why she asked that, and she just chuckled and didn't say anything. When I was about to log off, I gave her my phone number
, and she gave it to me. The next day, we video chatted for the first time. She did have
the look of a teacher. She looked only about 33 years old. I asked her how old she was, and she told me she was 37. I asked her what
her husband did, and she told me he was also from the same school as her.

I asked her what she meant when she asked me yesterday if I was a serious person. She laughed and said it was nothing, just
a casual question. Actually, I knew perfectly well that she was testing my reaction to our conversation topics,
but she wanted to say it directly. From this, I concluded that talking about sex with her didn't require such roundabout methods.

Later, we talked about sex, and I felt she was a very open woman, joking quite boldly.
After four or five days, I suggested meeting her, and she readily agreed. She asked me where would be a good place
to meet , since we lived in the same county and she knew many people there. She was worried about her acquaintances or students
seeing us, so I tentatively suggested a hotel. To my surprise, she readily agreed.

We were both exhausted after this long session. Lying in bed, I asked her if she
liked men's semen. She told me her husband often ejaculated in her mouth, saying she read in a book that men's
semen has a high protein content, is very nutritious, and even has beauty benefits.

I laughed and told her I could ejaculate in her mouth from now on. She said that as long as...
She's willing when she has the time. She's the most passionate oral sex performer among the dozen or so online friends I've met.
Many female netizens might not believe me if I said this, thinking I'm making it up, but when
we actually did it, her oral sex was even more exaggerated than I described.

I think women are sometimes strange; they can be very open and perform very well in sex
. Sometimes I see female netizens online saying they don't have good sex with their husbands, and I think that might
be because the couple isn't coordinated well. Another factor is that couples sometimes
feel reserved and embarrassed to go too far. But when they meet a stranger (like an online friend),
they relax psychologically and become much more open during sex. Most of the dozen or so
online friends are like this. Many of them have told me
that they rarely perform oral sex with their husbands because they feel embarrassed, but they always do it with me, and most of them really enjoy
it . So sometimes I think that since sex is so important in this world,
it's a real pity if it's not satisfying or doesn't go well. Given this, one-night stands naturally have their
market and their necessity.

Because we live relatively close, we see each other quite often. Sometimes it's in hotels, and a few times
I drove her to the countryside. Anyway, it's always been incredibly enjoyable, and she always gives me
oral sex . Since having sex with her, I've become particularly obsessed with oral sex. And I still am.
We're still in contact, but the last time we had sex was around September 2007, so it's been over
half a year since then.

Something is most attractive when it's new; once everyone gets familiar with it, the initial attraction
fades. So the initial excitement is gone. To be honest, what we have
is basically just sex; it doesn't involve any emotional aspects. We live very close, and we both have families.
Of course, neither of us wants to cause trouble because of sex. I remember seeing
her, her husband, and their child at the supermarket with my wife last month. We just smiled at the time. Maybe we'll
have , maybe we'll never have sex again. Whether we do or not, I feel it
's fate that we were able to do it together. Hmm,

(IV)

I continued chatting online. After these two experiences, I started
deliberately looking for online friends to have passionate encounters with. I also started chatting less with younger online friends.
Most of my QQ contacts are women in their thirties to forties. My experience is that
women quite lonely. They've been married for over ten years, and life has become very mundane. So they always hope for passion
. And women of this age don't value chastity as much as girls do. As long as
they can be sexually satisfied and it doesn't affect their family life, they
don't care about having a lover or a one-night stand.

That's how I met my third online friend. She was also from our city. She was a Chinese language teacher at a primary school in our county
. It was around September 2006, a Sunday. I was at home
surfing the internet when I met her. I was looking for local female netizens online, and suddenly a name caught my eye: "**
Ru Meng"

. Seeing that name, I felt a surge of excitement; my feeling was that
women with names like that usually craved passion.

I added her. She replied quickly, asking where I was from. I told her my exact location, and to my
surprise, she said she was from the same area. She told me her husband worked in another city, and her daughter was in Wuhan. (Later I
learned that her husband and she were divorced.) I sensed that she must be a very lonely woman. We chatted for
over an hour, and I told her I was free today and wanted to come over. To my surprise, she said, "Sure, come on over,
I'll wait for you, I have nothing else to do anyway."

She gave me her home number, and I quickly took a taxi to her place. Her home was the kind that's cold and quiet,
very ordinary. I was disappointed when I met her. She was very short, maybe only 1.54 meters tall, and very thin.
Her chest was flat. I've met all these online friends, and she's the only one with the smallest breasts—not just small, but practically
nonexistent. I wonder if this is why her husband divorced her. When I arrived, she gave
me some water, and I sat at her computer and chatted with her. After a while, I looked at her and suddenly said, "Let's compare
how much taller I am." She stood next to me. Actually, comparing heights wasn't a real reason; I wanted to take the opportunity to touch her.
So I gently put my arm around her. She was so small; I could practically lift her up. I started kissing her, and she responded
passionately . I touched her breasts, but unexpectedly, she said, "Don't touch me. I don't have breasts; they're
flat." I smiled to myself, thinking, "Sigh, how did I end up with a woman like this?" Soon we were
undressed . I put her on the bed, and my penis became erect under her caresses. I skipped foreplay and went straight
in. I lifted her legs, and that's when I saw her labia. Her labia left a
particularly deep impression on me. Women her age usually have labia minora that are different sizes, one larger than
the other, but hers were perfectly even. She had very little pubic hair. When I penetrated her, she moaned
loudly , a soft, whimpering moan.

After a while, I let her sit on top of me. When I pulled my penis out, I witnessed a real
vaginal squirting. I'd only ever seen this described online, and none of my other ten
female online friends could squirt like her. Her vaginal fluid sprayed a lot, even
onto my thighs. And unlike some women's white fluid, hers was colorless.

She quickly sat on top of me, guiding my penis with her hand. Once her vagina
was me, she started moving wildly, her hips twisting wildly. Her expression was
exaggerated; it was an expression of extreme pain.

When I saw her expression, I quickly came. After ejaculating, my penis went soft. She sat
on and said it wasn't as good as her vibrator. I was surprised to hear that; I didn't expect her to have a vibrator.

I asked her to find it so I could see it. She found it—a very thick and long vibrator. I never imagined that
such a seemingly refined female teacher would use one.

I had sex with this female online friend twice. She wouldn't let me talk during sex; if I did, she would scold me, which
made me very uncomfortable. We stopped having sex after that.

However, I did see her twice in between, once in a shopping mall and once on the street. She seemed a little prettier than
before , probably because she dressed better. I still kept her phone number. I
called her last month, and she said her daughter was back for vacation and she wouldn't be going to Wuhan anymore, so it wasn't convenient. We chatted
for a while and then hung up. Maybe we'll have a chance to meet again in the future, since we live very close by.

(V)

I had been chatting with the fourth female online friend I had sex with for quite some time. She was from the same district as me and
worked at the Labor Bureau. She was divorced. I felt good chatting with her. She was older than me, 34 years old, and always acted like
an older sister . I never had any improper thoughts about her. Before meeting this female teacher from the school, I had met
this online friend twice. She was quite pretty.

One Sunday in November 2006, we arranged to meet and chat since we had nothing to do.
We chose a teahouse. That day I went first and booked a private room. Anyway, I was already very familiar with her,
so I wasn't reserved at all. Later, I joked with her, asking if she was anxious since she'd been divorced from her husband for over a year .
She looked at me for a while and asked what I meant. I said I didn't mean anything, just asking. She laughed and said I
was always thinking bad things.

When she said that, I sat down next to her. Her hair was beautiful. I touched her hair, and
she looked at me, trying to stop me. I said I was going to touch it anyway. Later, I boldly slipped my hand
inside her clothes and placed it on her waist. She struggled, so I hugged her tightly.

Actually, I'd been seeing this online friend for quite a while
. We lived in the same county, less than four miles apart. We
dated many times, many in teahouses, twice in cars, and
a few times in hotels. Another time, we had sex in my office. I remember it was a pretty hot day.
After lunch, I invited her to sit in my office, and she came over. We then had sex there.

I remember I entered her from behind. We only pulled our pants down to our calves because her
vagina was very tight. She was lying face down on my desk, and I penetrated her from behind. Because her pants weren't completely
off, and her vagina was so tight, it hurt a little when I entered her. Her vagina also
squeezed my glans painfully. After penetration, we went at it for a long time. She was very wet that time
, and I could see her fluids flowing down her thighs from behind—it was really stimulating.

I've been too busy lately, so my description of her is very brief. Actually, she left a deep
impression , and I really want to write about her in more detail. She's a very nice person and a minor
leader in the labor bureau. I'll add more details about our interactions later when I have time.

Once in the room, I gently embraced her from behind. She lightly swatted my hands away, trying to let go, but
how could I? I held her tighter, my hands slowly moving to her breasts. Her breasts were so soft; even through
her bra, I could feel how soft they were. She told me to stop, saying my touching was making her uncomfortable. I gently
unzipped the back of her dress and unhooked her bra. My hands
gently kneaded her full breasts, and she let out a soft moan. By then, my penis was fully erect. I pressed against
her buttocks, thrusting hard.

I felt her nipples, small but firm. Her moans grew louder. I pushed her
onto the bed, trying to take off her dress, but she wouldn't let me, resolutely refusing. I didn't want to force her,
so I didn't take off her dress. Instead, I gently kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples.
My hand then slid down her smooth thighs and inside her dress. When I touched her panties,
I found they were wet, especially around her labia majora, which were completely soaked. I forcefully parted
her panties and touched her labia. Her labia were so soft, large, and thick. My fingers
moved back and forth between her labia minora, and I felt her juices flowing out. My fingers easily
slipped into her vagina. Her eyes were already glazed, and she was breathing heavily. I then took off my clothes.
Just as I placed my penis on her labia, she suddenly pushed me away and sat up. "Little brother, we
've had enough. Let's not go any further, okay?" Looking at her resolute eyes, I knew that this was the only
way . However, I didn't feel any regret and respected her wishes. We chatted
for a while longer, and around midnight, she left.

Our first meeting ended there. Later, during our chat, she told me that I made
a good and that I knew how to respect her. After that, our relationship underwent a real change. We sometimes
greeted each other, and sometimes chatted like lovers. We talked about many things: work, relationships, family, life,
our views on social phenomena, and so on. Anyway, chatting with her was very pleasant.

Almost a month passed since we parted. One Saturday afternoon, I really missed her.
When I called her, I said, "Sister, I'm coming to see you. I really miss you." She hesitated for a moment and said, "You
can come, but you have to respect me." I was very happy to hear that. I quickly took a bus and arrived, staying at
the same hotel as before. That day, she treated me to dinner. After dinner, she came with me to the hotel. As soon as we entered the room,
we hugged tightly and kissed passionately. Soon we both took off our clothes. She was very
compliant that day and didn't object. I gently massaged her breasts with my hands. We were naked, embracing, my hard penis
pressed against her labia. She thrust against mine forcefully. We rolled onto the bed. She moaned, cupping her breasts
in her hands me to suckle and let me massage them. I kissed her breasts while
rubbing my penis against her labia. She was very wet; her pubic hair was wet, and so was mine
. My penis was covered in her fluids. "Come in, little brother," I heard her say. I only remember her grasping my penis, and my
glans feeling like it was entering a warm, moist world. When I thrust in, she gasped
, cried out, and said, "Yours is too big!"...

Once in the room, I gently embraced her from behind. She lightly swatted my hands away, trying to let go, but
how could I? I held her close, my hands slowly moving to her breasts. Her breasts were so soft; even through
her bra, I could feel how soft they were.

She told me to stop, saying my touching was making her uncomfortable. I gently
unzipped and unhooked her bra. My hands gently kneaded her full breasts, and she let out
a soft moan. By then, my penis was fully erect. I pressed against her buttocks, thrusting hard
.

This time, she didn't object to my embrace. "Sister, I've missed you so much. Now I can finally hold you tightly
in my arms again," I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, gently rubbing my lips against her earlobe. She
arched her back, her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. Her expression captivated me. We embraced tightly
and kissed passionately. She was so passionate, her lips so soft. Our lips pressed together, and
her saliva made the kiss feel wonderful. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined
. My hands caressed her back, then slowly moved to her breasts,
kneading her full breasts through her clothes. She moaned, panting, and making soft, muffled
sounds . After a while, I held her buttocks tightly, pressing her vulva against
mine. Her summer pants were thin, and I could feel the heat emanating from her vulva. I could feel her
full, protruding mound pressing against the base of my penis. Soon, we both took off our clothes.

Once she was naked, I saw her snow-white skin. Her breasts stood erect before me, her
nipples engorged and round, the dark areolas emphasizing their erectness. She stood with her
legs together, her lower abdomen so full. I could see her vulva, an
inverted between her legs, covered tightly by dark pubic hair, a lush forest seemingly
waiting for me to explore.

Seeing her beautiful body, my blood surged, I felt it rush to my head, then to
my penis, which was now fully erect, the glans engorged. I took her hand
and placed it my penis; she closed her eyes and gripped it tightly. I gently massaged her breasts.
We were naked, embracing, my hard penis pressed against her labia, and she pressed against mine. She
placed my penis between her labia minora, my hips moving without moving. Her vulva was already
overflowing with moisture, my penis extremely slippery on her labia minora, covered in her vaginal fluid.

We rolled onto the bed. She moaned, cupping her breasts in her hands for me to suckle and knead. Her
nipples were round. As I kissed her breasts, I rubbed my penis against her labia. She was very wet; her
pubic hair was wet, and so was mine. My penis was covered in her fluids. "Come in, little brother!" I
heard her say. I gently pushed the head of my penis into her vagina. Her vaginal opening wasn't
tight, nor was it loose. She writhed on top of me, her buttocks rising and falling. I deliberately didn't put it all the way in;
I only used the head to block her vaginal opening. She gasped and moaned, "Little brother, come in.
I really can't take it anymore, it's killing me..."

Hearing her plea, I felt incredibly stimulated and excited. I teased her like this for a while,
feeling her fluids gushing out. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly pressed my buttocks
down , and her vulva also suddenly rose. I couldn't resist any longer, and I thrust into her wetness.
I only remember that when I entered her forcefully, she took a deep breath, cried out, and said, "Yours
is too big! It's so swollen!"

At this moment, her legs tightly clamped around my waist, and my penis
thrust . I pulled my penis to the vaginal opening and then thrust it in forcefully, again and again. With
each thrust, she cried out. Every time I thrust down, she cried out. When my penis reached the vaginal opening
, her buttocks lifted up. The whole room was filled with lewd cries. My penis slapped against her vulva,
making a slapping sound. Of course, when my penis went in, her juices seemed to be squeezed out, and the squelching
sound echoed in the room. The sounds of penetration and withdrawal intertwined, like
a perfect sex music. She closed her eyes, moaning and groaning, enjoying herself.

I thrust into her forcefully, her thick labia giving me incredible pleasure…

I did this for about twenty minutes, then pulled my penis out. I saw that her vaginal opening
was wide open from my penetration. I flipped her over, making her kneel on the bed, and then thrust
into her from behind. Her head kept bobbing up and down. As I penetrated her from behind
, I stroked her clitoris with my hand. She seemed to enjoy it, moaning softly. Her buttocks were raised high, her large
buttocks stretched wide by my penis. Her anus was also opening and closing...

After doing this for a while, I got a little tired, and she noticed. She offered to take the initiative, saying, "Let me exert some force for a bit." I
understood what she meant, so I lay down and let her be on top of me. She guided my penis with her hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and
sat down, tightly enveloping me...

This time we did it for a long time. I didn't expect her to be so uninhibited in bed, like
a wolf that had been starving for a long time (perhaps my analogy isn't very good, but I don't mean any disrespect to her). Her vagina
was extremely wet throughout the process, making it very easy for me to penetrate her. After we finished, we both felt very
tired . I asked her if she wanted to go home tonight, and she said she would stay with me. I asked her how she would explain things to her husband, and she said
her company had organized a trip to Jiuzhaigou. I pinched her face and called her a little rascal... After resting for a while, we went to take a shower.
She's a very particular woman and didn't use the towels provided by the hotel. She helped me wash my penis, and after
we finished , we did oral sex in bed again. First, she kissed me, and then I knelt down and kissed her labia.
We also did 69 kissing each other for a long time.

That night we made love three times, and we both orgasmed each time. Later she told me that I was her second
man , that I was the one who made her truly experience the joy of sex and the joy of being a woman. I don't know if she...
I'm not saying this to comfort you, but I know we were really happy that night.

A netizen told me about her; she's 42 years old and a minor leader in the education system. We
started chatting in August 2007, and I met her for the first time in October 2007. That's when we
had sex. She's one of the three netizens I'm still in contact with. She's a very elegant woman. Her husband
is also a major leader in a county. She and her husband don't usually have sex, but since our first time
together, we've had sex six or seven times. Our relationship is like friends, just friends who have sex.
I'll write about our experience tomorrow if I have time.

Yesterday was Saturday. We chatted until almost 1 a.m., and I didn't fall asleep until 1:30 a.m. I woke up again at 7 a.m.
I've always had trouble sleeping, which is very bothersome. Maybe it's because one of my netizens said she was coming
over today, and I was a little excited and looking forward to it. We had arranged for her to come yesterday, but
it rained heavily here yesterday, with thunder and lightning, and it's almost 300 kilometers away, so she couldn't come. I
was also worried about her safety on the road, so I called her and told her not to come. We agreed that if
it didn't rain today, she would come today. When I woke up this morning, it was still raining, but very lightly, a
drizzle . I hope it won't stop her from coming, because the anticipation was making me excited, but also a little anxious.

We started chatting at the end of August 2007; I remember I added her as a friend. That day I had nothing to do,
so I wanted to find someone online to chat with. I searched for people from our area online and saw her name. Because
her name was beautiful and romantic, I chose her. Later I learned that she was 41
years old at the time, a minor leader in the district education bureau, her son was already a freshman at Wuhan University, and her husband
was a leader in our county. After I sent her my request, she quickly accepted and
texted asking who I was and if I was her friend. I said no, I was a stranger online. She replied
with a smiley face, which made us feel a little closer. I asked her what she was doing, and she
said she was watching a TV series. I asked what series, and she typed "Full House." I
had seen ; it's a South Korean production and very good. Although the show seems like a comedy,
the development of love is a gradual process. This also shows that she is a woman who loves romance.
To be honest, our initial conversations were quite ordinary. I felt she was a very rational person, and her words
were insightful, sometimes even philosophical. This might be
related to her long-term work in education and later her leadership role. So, I was very careful when chatting with her and spoke to her with great
respect .

When we chatted, we talked about very normal topics—daily life and social
phenomena . Her analysis of social phenomena was sometimes very insightful. We chatted like this for about a month. Later, we
chatted about our love lives and marital relationships. I knew she and her husband had a good relationship, but he
worked in a county down south and only came home once a week. She was usually home alone.
I jokingly said I'd keep her company from now on, and she gave me a flower and a smiley face, saying, "Okay, then you can keep me company
from now on ." Seeing her say that, I felt a conflicting mix of impulse and excitement. I also realized she
was a lonely woman; although she was usually serious, she longed for male companionship. At that moment, I thought
maybe something would happen between us. After chatting with her for a while, our conversations began
to touch on the topic of marital life. We talked about our own marital lives, our attitudes, and
our feelings about them. Although we talked, there was no sexual connotation. During our conversation, she said that sometimes she wanted to
indulge herself, but she was also afraid of doing so because she had never done it before. I told her that occasional indulgence was
okay, as long as it didn't affect her family. Of course, this was the truth, and I also had my selfish thoughts. We continued
chatting until I met her.

In October 2007, we arranged to meet. Actually, before this meeting, I had already
told her twice that I wanted to see her, but both times I had to cancel due to work. This time, it was a
Sunday in October, and both of us were free. I remember it was quite cold that day; I was wearing a very
light outfit and was still freezing. I didn't dare come out of the hotel after I got there.
She arrived about twenty minutes after I got to the hotel. I was in the room when I heard a very soft knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw her.
I had never met her before, and she never used video chat when we talked, but I had heard her voice before—a
very pleasant, gentle voice. When I opened the door, I saw that she was very tall, about my height, wearing a business suit,
but the suit was very tight because of her full breasts. A voluptuous woman. Her appearance was above average but still pretty
, but she had a lot of class. Her clothes were very appropriate, and her makeup was very light; she looked like a sophisticated, intellectual
woman.

She smiled when she saw me. "Isn't it pretty? Won't you invite me in?" I smiled back, too busy admiring her.
I invited her in and poured her a cup of tea. She took out a pack of cigarettes and a packet of tea from her bag. I
was surprised and asked if she smoked too. She said no, but she'd heard me mention online that I occasionally smoked, so she brought
a pack for me to have a smoke when I'm lonely at night. When I asked why she thought of bringing tea, she said the hotel tea
wasn't good , so she brought some better tea from home for me to drink that night. This surprised and touched me; I hadn't expected her
to be so thoughtful. It showed she was a very considerate woman, very attentive to people's feelings.

Because we'd already talked a lot online, even though it was our first meeting, it didn't feel awkward or
unfamiliar, and our conversation flowed naturally. She said she felt a little
embarrassed I told her to treat me to a meal as compensation. She said okay, and asked what I liked to eat. After thinking for a moment, I
suggested fish head soup at Awa Mountain Village. She smiled, considering it a small treat. We sat there for over an hour,
chatting and drinking tea, before heading to Awa Mountain Village. We each drank a bottle of beer, though I drank more.
After eating, we went back to the hotel. She didn't suggest not going back to the hotel; she stayed with me the whole time. I
knew she had a good impression of me.

She came this morning, arriving at nine o'clock and staying until after six in the afternoon before leaving. We didn't have lunch together.
We stayed in the hotel the whole time after leaving, and we made love almost non-stop. It was exciting, but also tiring. She had four
orgasms, we had sex three times, and I used my hand to stimulate her once. I'll stop here for now and continue later when I have time.

I'll be very busy starting tomorrow, and I probably won't have time to write for the next week. Sorry to all my waiting
readers!

After we got to the hotel, I hugged her from behind, pressing my arms tightly against her
back . She's quite tall, about my height, and hugging her felt very fulfilling. She gently shifted,
asking me to let go. I whispered in her ear that I really wanted to hug her like this. She said it wasn't right, that our age
difference was too great. She said she could talk to me, but doing this kind of thing was a bit too much for her.

I gently breathed into her ear and asked her, "Didn't you say you wanted to let loose? Why
are you hesitant now?" She said she hadn't met me before and didn't know what I looked like, which is why she said those
things. But now that we'd met, she still felt a bit uncomfortable, and she had never had sex with
a man . At this point, I understood her feelings, because I had
the same thoughts when I first had sex with someone I met online, and I hated myself for days afterward. But the more I did it,
the more addicted I became, feeling that only sex with middle-aged women online was truly passionate and exciting.

I wasn't in a rush to have sex with her. I gently pushed
her onto the bed, held her close, and chatted slowly. My face was pressed against hers; I could feel how hot her face was, probably from
nervousness , excitement, and agitation. After chatting for a while, I slowly moved my hand from her waist to
around her breasts. She gently swayed her hips, her hand gripping mine tightly, preventing me from
touching her breasts further. I lightly kissed her earlobe, breathing softly on it. I knew women's
earlobes were generally quite sensitive and difficult to handle such kisses.

She let out a soft moan, her breathing becoming heavier. She loosened her grip on my hand
, and I took the opportunity to place my hand on her breast. That day she was wearing two layers of clothing,
a thin sweater under her business jacket. I unbuttoned her jacket and, through her thin sweater, began to gently caress her
breasts . Her breasts were large; even through the clothes, I could feel their
warmth and softness. As I caressed and kissed her, her eyes slowly closed, her head tilted back, and I
laid her down on the bed. Then, while kissing her lips, I vigorously kneaded her breasts. She
breathed heavily, her tongue actively entering my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, her saliva increased,
making my kisses very pleasurable. I pressed my knee against her genitals, gently rubbing back and forth.
I felt her vulva was large; I imagined it must be incredibly plump. Under my
rubbing, her vulva gently lifted, meeting my knee. I knew she was becoming aroused.

I lifted her thin sweater up to her breasts, revealing a pair of large, white, full breasts encased in
her bra . The cleavage was very deep due to the bra's pressure; I thought
it might even trap my penis between them. I pressed myself completely against her, my penis pressed tightly
against her genitals, pushing down on her. She kept lifting up, her hips
twisting.

I kissed the upper part of her breasts, kissing the center of her cleavage. I pulled her nipples
up —they were huge, round, and dark in color, with large areolas as well. I took
one of her nipples into my mouth, and the moment I did, her soft moans suddenly grew louder.
Her breasts were very sensitive. Later, I asked her why her breasts were so sensitive, and she laughed, saying they were
sensitive in front of me; she didn't even feel anything when her husband kissed her nipples. Her genitals writhed more violently, her waist
arched upwards, and she pressed her breasts tightly into my mouth, my tongue slowly
teasing . I kissed her nipples one moment, then held them in my mouth the next. I freed one hand and
reached down from her pants towards her genitals. My hand touched her large, full vulva, but she
firmly , pulling my hand away forcefully to prevent me from going any further.

I knew that forcing myself on her like this wouldn't work; it would easily provoke her aversion. She had said it was her first
time with a man other than her husband. So I understood I couldn't force her; I could only
tease . I pulled my hand out and placed it outside her pants to touch her genitals, and this time she no longer resisted.
My mouth continued to attack her sensitive nipples. We did this for a while longer, and she continued to moan.
I knew I should make my move. I kissed downwards, kissing her stomach, her navel, and then slowly
downwards...downwards... Her legs were moving constantly; it was clear she was very aroused. I figured her
genitals must be wet, because I could feel their intense heat through my hands.

I slowly unbuttoned her pants, my lips still kissing downwards, until I reached her breasts
. She sensed it and tried to sit up to stop me. Seeing this only fueled my desire to conquer her. I
pressed her back down on the bed and kissed her breasts again. After repeating this several times, I finally pulled down her pants, along with
her underwear. Her lower body was now naked before me: thick pubic hair,
full labia majora, and labia minora tightly enveloped by the labia majora. The labia minora of the middle-aged women I'd been with before were usually longer
than the labia majora, protruding beyond them, but hers were enveloped by the labia majora, and her labia minora were neatly
arranged.

Seeing her plump mons pubis, thick labia majora, and long, tightly closed labia minora
excited me immensely. She was overflowing with vaginal fluid; her mons pubis was already half-wet, and her inner thighs were glistening with it
. Her legs had already parted on their own, and I used my hands to spread them even wider. Her labia minora naturally parted
as her legs were spread, revealing the pink, tender
flesh hidden within.

I pressed my mouth against her labia, and of course, she cried out the moment I did, her mons pubis
lifting sharply. My mouth was covered in her vaginal fluid. I gently
licked , her buttocks twisting rapidly. I slowly licked her labia majora, then used my mouth to...
I sucked on her labia minora, sucking hard, and her fluids kept flowing out. She was in real pain.
I slowly parted her labia minora with my tongue,
licking the tender flesh between them up and down. She moaned loudly, breathing heavily… After licking like this for a while, I saw that her vaginal
opening had slightly opened, revealing the small fleshy hole before my eyes. I parted her labia with my hands, and pushed my tongue
down into her vaginal opening. Because her mons pubis was very thick, only the tip of my tongue could block the vaginal opening. I
felt … I felt the abundance of her vaginal fluids and the opening and closing of her vaginal opening, which felt extremely
pleasurable...

I couldn't resist any longer; my penis was rock hard. I sucked hard on her vaginal opening with my mouth.
She was completely out of control at this point, screaming and pressing my head tightly against her mons pubis. My
mouth was pressed tightly against her labia minora. She sat up and pulled me up with her hands. I quickly took off
my underwear , and my large penis stood proudly erect in front of her, the glans turning purplish-red from engorgement.

She grasped my penis in her hand and took it into her mouth, her mouth covering the glans. She sucked hard on the
glans, while touching my testicles with her hand. She slowly took my penis in, her mouth now
making my penis swell and protrude. She would spit my penis out and then put it back in…
Watching penis go in and out of her mouth, I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me
…

I couldn't take it anymore. I took off her top, unhooked her bra, pushed her down on the bed, spread
her legs, and lifted them onto my shoulders. I forcefully thrust my penis into her vagina,
all the way in. She let out a long moan, "It's so full… it's bursting me…" My penis felt her
vagina was so hot, so wet, so incredibly pleasurable. Her vagina… Her small,
already small labia minora spread so wide that my penis was spread apart. The two labia minora pressed tightly against my penis.
I suppressed my impulse and slowly teased her with my penis, slowly making her go crazy under me,
making her want to show her charm and desire in front of me without any regard for anything else. I began to slowly pull
my penis out, and her buttocks lifted up with my penis as I pulled it out. When I pulled my glans
all the way to the entrance of her vagina, I thrust my penis in hard, deeply. She let out another
long sigh... I continued to thrust in and out like this, deep and shallow... She
cried . My pubic hair was completely wet with her vaginal fluid. Her pubic hair was completely soaked. I saw her
vaginal fluid flowing down her buttocks and onto the bed, wetting a patch of the sheets. My penis was going in and out of her vagina
, and her fleshy hole was constantly swallowing and releasing my penis. The visual sensation was incredibly stimulating. Her head
would rise and fall. When I forcefully thrust into her fleshy hole, her head would rise upwards, and
when I pulled out, it would fall downwards, repeating this process repeatedly. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide, her vagina began
to contract rapidly, her legs tensed tightly, and her hands gripped my buttocks, urging me to thrust harder. "Harder, harder,
I'm going to die, fuck me harder..." She was close to orgasm. Finally, I heard those words come from her mouth. The
stark contrast between her serious and respected demeanor in life and the woman on the bed, letting a man forcefully penetrate her, was striking
. When I heard her tell me to fuck her harder, I was extremely excited, and I was
close to orgasm too. I thrust into her vagina with all my might, again and again... Finally, we both orgasmed
simultaneously . After I ejaculated, she also orgasmed. Her hair was completely disheveled, her head
swayed violently on the pillow, and her buttocks were raised forcefully...

Finally, we reached the peak of pleasure. My penis was still inside her vagina, and
when I tried to pull it out, she wouldn't let me, saying she liked having my penis inside her vagina. My penis didn't soften either.
Every time we have sex, it's like this: after the first ejaculation, my penis doesn't go soft; it stays hard, allowing us to continue
. I lay on top of her, resting for a while. We didn't speak; she kept her eyes closed.

After a while, I slowly started thrusting again. She
opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled. I pulled out my penis, rolled her over, and tried to enter her from behind. She cooperated well, her face buried
in the pillow, her buttocks raised high, facing me. Her large buttocks... I entered
her again through her buttocks, slamming my penis into her buttocks, making a
slapping ... This time, we went at it for a long time, trying several positions. Finally, exhausted,
we lay on the bed, our legs crossed. I inserted my penis
deep into her vagina, and she felt very comfortable. We went at it for a long time, I was drenched in sweat. Although it was
enjoyable , it was definitely physically demanding.

After we finished, we cuddled and fell asleep, feeling dizzy. Her breasts were large, pressed tightly against my chest,
it felt incredibly comfortable. When I woke up, it was almost one o'clock. She was still asleep, sleeping soundly,
a little drool was even coming out. Looking at her sleeping posture, I felt that women are truly tender creatures, even their sleeping postures are so
captivating.

When I woke up again, it was almost midnight, and I saw she was still fast asleep. I gently shook her awake,
and seeing her eyes slightly open, I asked her, "Aren't you going home tonight?" She asked me what time it was, and I said
it was almost midnight. She exclaimed, "Oh no, my husband is back tonight, he's probably already home."

I laughed and tapped her forehead with my finger, saying, "Then you're in trouble, let's see
what your husband asks you when you get home!" She rested her head on my lap and said, "It's okay, don't worry, he
won't ask anything when I get home, I just need to say I was playing mahjong outside. Anyway, I'm sleeping at home tonight, what would he have to
suspect?" As she said this, she slowly sat up and said that I had exhausted her tonight, and her back
was a little sore.

I laughed and said to her, "It's because you were so crazy." She pinched my thigh hard, and it hurt.
"Doing it with you once is really equivalent to the energy I expend several times with my husband!" I said to her, "Then
next time you make love with me, you should save up your energy for a month." "Sure, but don't
be unable to keep up then!" I told her, "Don't worry, I'm young, and my stamina is still fine for now."

We both laughed. As we talked, she started pinching my penis again, squeezing it tightly and
loosely. I gently flicked her nipples with my fingers; they were very sensitive and hardened quickly
. I asked her if she wanted me to penetrate her again. She didn't answer, but lowered her head and took my
penis into her mouth. My penis was once again inside a warm, wet vagina. She sucked on the glans while
stroking my penis up and down with her mouth. With her ministrations, my penis quickly became hard again. Her buttocks
wiggled slightly. I reached for her labia; they were wet again. This time, I didn't tease
her further. I turned her over, raising her buttocks high, and penetrated
her from behind. Her buttocks were large, especially when she raised them towards me; they felt
incredibly sexy and fleshy. As anyone with sexual experience knows, a woman's buttocks
don't always appear that big when she stands , but during sex, when you lift her buttocks and enter from behind, they
seem much larger than usual. Penetrating her from behind required a lot of force, and
the slapping sounds of our lovemaking excited me. Each time I thrust, she cried out, "
Ouch ...ouch...ouch..." Her cries were unique,
fluctuating in pitch, one after another. The room was filled with her cries and the sounds of our lovemaking. After a while, she said she wanted to lie down
, she was too tired, so I pulled my penis out of her vagina. Perhaps because I had inserted it like that
, a lot of air had entered her vagina, as it made a sound like she was farting. I
chuckled softly, and she blushed, embarrassed. Looking at her, it was both exciting and pitiful.

I lifted her legs and forcefully thrust my penis back in, and she cried out again.
After a while, she said she couldn't take it anymore, that she wanted to climax. She then brought her legs together, tightly clamping
my penis between them, allowing me to thrust in and out. Her grip was very tight, and it felt good. I
thrust forcefully into her. To be honest, I was getting tired too. If she didn't climax soon, I really wouldn't be able to keep up. Thankfully,
after a while, she cried out for me to thrust harder, harder, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm almost there,
thrust harder, thrust harder into my pussy..." She kept saying this, her head moving constantly on the pillow,
her hair disheveled. Soon, my penis felt a sudden heat in her vagina, and she cried out, "Ouch...
I'm so tired..." Hearing her cry, I thrust forcefully deep into her vagina, and I ejaculated.

I lay on top of her, both of us panting. Tonight was really exhausting. After resting for a while, she said I
really had to go home; it was too late, and if I didn't go back soon, he would really call me. I patted her face. Okay, she should
go back. We can't let our husband and I fight. We both sat up. She said she was going to take a shower,
otherwise when she got home and slept in the same bed with her husband, he might smell me. I laughed and asked her what
smell she meant. She said it was the smell of my semen. "Not just that, is there anything else?" I asked her deliberately. She gave me
a coquettish look. "And the smell of my vaginal fluid, are you satisfied now?" I laughed. "You
're so naughty," she said.

She went into the bathroom and washed herself thoroughly. I think she was probably really afraid her husband would smell me
. Women are still very careful. After she finished showering, she put on her clothes. I hugged her from behind and told
her that I really didn't want her to leave, and that it would be great if she could stay with me for the night. She sighed and said that we both have families, and
sometimes we need to be rational. I knew she was right, so I kissed her and said, "Then you should go back quickly.
It won't be good if it gets too late." She hummed in agreement and said she wouldn't see me off tomorrow morning. I told her
it was fine , I knew the way home. She said I was angry. I wasn't really angry, I was just saying it.
We talked for a while, and then she left. After she left, I suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness.

(VI)

That night, I lay alone in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, thinking about many things. Since meeting my
first online friend, she was the fourteenth online friend I had met, and the twelfth
middle-aged woman I had slept with. Every time I met a new online friend, I felt very excited and couldn't wait to meet her.

Of course, the result of meeting her was to have sex with her, but after each time, I felt guilty, empty, and
bored, but I couldn't control my thoughts. I remember the first time I met that
female online friend I was very nervous before meeting her, but I was also looking forward to it. If she hadn't taken the initiative to come to me,
I probably wouldn't have taken that step.

Since my first experience of having sex with an online friend, my thoughts have really changed. I rediscovered that passionate feeling during sex with middle-aged
women . It's strange, really, that women's thoughts
are so similar to men's. Before this, I always thought middle-aged women were rational, with
low sexual desires, unlike the intense desires of younger people. But after having sex with these women,
I realized that their sexual desires are actually quite high.

Superficial appearances in life cannot replace true inner thoughts, nor can they represent a person's sexual needs.
In conversations with these women, I could deeply sense their strong sexual desires,
yet they often felt unsatisfied with their husbands. They also felt restrained during sex with their husbands,
suppressing their desires. Over time, they created the illusion that
their sexual desires had diminished, that they were almost numb. Or, even if they had strong
sexual desires, they wouldn't express it to their partners, feeling embarrassed. Furthermore, these middle-aged women weren't as passionate

with their husbands as they were with me .
I've asked all the middle-aged women I've had sex with
whether they perform oral sex or moan loudly during sex with their husbands. Most said they occasionally
did it when they were younger, but rarely after getting older. They felt
embarrassed , and even if they did, they felt there was no passion left. I think this might be because after being married for a long time, the initial passion during sex with their husbands has truly been worn down by daily life. However, these women actively and willingly used oral sex
when they had sex with me .

Every time I have sex with them, I use a long foreplay to arouse their desire, through touching, teasing,
verbal stimulation, oral sex, and various other methods. Often, at this point, they become very wet and show
signs of eagerness. I have an online friend who is a high school physics teacher. I
haven't , but I'll write about her later. I met her last summer in a teahouse. We chatted,
and I gradually guided her to talk about the boundaries of sex. Later, I kissed her. She struggled
, but it was a weak struggle. I kissed her breasts, and her reaction was very strong. Later, when
my hand touched her mons pubis, I found that her pubic hair was already wet with her vaginal fluid. I used my
fingers to give her a strong orgasm. Later, she said that her husband had never given her an orgasm with his fingers.
I think this might be the thrill of infidelity.

Therefore, the sexual psychology of middle-aged women is indeed worth studying. In short, middle-aged women have
strong sexual needs; they just need to be nurtured and guided to awaken their sexual desire. Once their
libido is aroused, sex with a middle-aged woman is an extremely enjoyable experience. Of course, before doing all of the above, there is a crucial
point, and it's key to the subsequent development of the relationship between the man and woman: both parties must have a good feeling about each other. If
the female online friend is because women initially focus more on psychological feelings
than physical experiences. Therefore, male online friends should pay more attention to the psychological feelings of female online friends and avoid
becoming someone she dislikes from the start.

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