[Those Years We Experienced YYQ] (The End) Author: wydfl

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My experience with YYQ reignited my passion for it. I had been searching for a new target,
but hadn't found one. It wasn't until a year later, after registering on a dating website, that I encountered
passion again.

It was autumn of 2012. Bored, I registered on a dating website and posted my
information . But for a long time, I received no response, and I became somewhat discouraged. Then one day
, while on QQ, I found a girl had added me, specifying that she had added me through this website. I immediately perked up and
quickly accepted. After adding her as a friend, I immediately greeted her, and she quickly replied: "Hello,
are you looking for YYQ?" Wow, so direct. I immediately replied: "Yes, what about you?" She replied:
"Me too. What do you think about one-night stands?" Hehe, it seems she was testing me. I quickly
replied , "I think people are under a lot of pressure at work and in life these days, and they need to release that pressure and
find excitement through YYQ (a Chinese instant messaging platform)." She agreed, saying, "Yeah, as long as it doesn't involve money or affect the other person's
family life, it's not a matter

of morality." Heh, we were really on the same page. She then asked, "Are you from H city?" It turned out my
registered address on the website was the provincial capital. If I answered no, she definitely wouldn't want a one-night stand with someone from out of town.
So I told her I was a local, but my company had sent me to
another city, and I would return to the provincial capital every now and then. She obviously believed me and told me to contact her next time I returned to the provincial capital, then she went offline.

I was excited for a long time; it felt like a windfall. But then I thought, this relationship
came too easily—could she be a scammer? I often see stories online about people using one-night stands as bait to commit fraud and
robbery. Could I have encountered one too? Thinking this, I decided to talk to her some more.

We chatted frequently on QQ after that, and I gradually got to know her better. She told me she had broken up with her
boyfriend over half a year ago, and now she had needs but didn't know how to address them, so she thought of looking online. She said
she had just registered on a website that day and accidentally saw my profile, so she added me on QQ. Actually, she was just
curious about one-night stands; she had never tried having sex with a stranger before and really wanted to try. However, she hoped to find
a man of good character and didn't want to disturb each other's lives.

I asked about her occupation, age, and family, and she told me everything, seemingly without hiding anything. She
told me her name was Yang Ting, that she worked as an interior designer, and that she was 23 years old. But she seemed unwilling to give out her phone number, so I didn't
press her. That was fine; if she were too frank, I wouldn't feel comfortable. I told her I might go back next week, and she
said she would contact me then. Everything seemed to be going so smoothly that I almost couldn't believe it.

Finally, the day for my training in the provincial capital arrived. I sent her a QQ message as soon as I got on the bus, telling her I would arrive
around that evening. But a long time passed, and she didn't come online. I thought dejectedly, "Could she be lying to
me or playing a trick on me?" It wasn't until almost afternoon, when we were about to arrive at the station, that she finally replied, apologizing for not being online until just now after visiting a friend
at noon . She asked where I was, saying she needed
to eat at her friend's before going back. I also had to register first, so I told her I needed to finish my business before
contacting her. We agreed to contact each other again that evening, and I got off the train and headed straight to the conference center to register. After registering, it was already dark,
and a light drizzle had started. I grabbed a quick bite outside and went back to the hotel.

Lying in bed, feeling bored, I texted her, "Coming back?" But her QQ profile picture remained
grayed out . I could only watch TV, my eyes glued to the screen, my mind racing with the thought of being
in bed with a strange girl, making my little brother quite aroused. I waited until almost 10 PM before receiving
her reply: "Sorry, I was out with friends and got back late. Were you worried?" I replied, "It's okay,
I was just a little bored.

" She then asked, "Have you eaten dinner? Are you tired?" I replied, "I ate a long time ago, I've been
waiting for you. It's all worth it to see you." As we chatted, she suddenly stopped talking. I was a little puzzled
and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" She replied, "Nothing, I'm just a little nervous." I asked,
"Why?" She said, "I was just curious and wanted to try it, but now that I'm actually doing it, I'm a little nervous.

" I know women are always more emotional than rational, and at the last moment they can't get over their inner hurdle, so I need to
persuade her. So I quickly said, "Since you've come this far, listen to your heart and don't
suppress yourself. Indulging yourself occasionally can add color to a mundane life." She seemed to be making her final
decision: "Then send me the photos so I can see them." "

There's no way around it, women always fantasize about handsome men as their sex partners. Luckily, I'm not bad-looking,
so I picked the most handsome picture from my phone and sent it to her. She seemed satisfied, and I asked to see her
picture too. After all, men are visual creatures too; if she looked like Sister Feng, I wouldn't have any
desire for sex. She seemed a little hesitant, but still sent one. The photo was taken with a phone, and the background seemed to
be in a rented room.

Because the lighting was dim and she was backlit, her face was barely visible. But her breasts seemed well-developed,
probably a D cup or larger. Hehe, I won't care too much about her big breasts. Then she asked for my
phone number, and I asked her to send it to me too, but she refused, saying I had to send it to her first." Okay, well, it's always the man who
takes the initiative in these kinds of things. I sent her my phone number and asked where to meet her. She gave me an address near the train station.

I hesitated, since I lived far from there; it was already late at night, and
I was in danger if it was a honey trap. I suggested that it was too late tonight, and maybe tomorrow night.
She agreed, telling me she would contact me during the day and I would then have her number
.

Thinking I was about to have her, I jokingly said I was already hard and asked if she was wet
. Unexpectedly, she replied somewhat angrily, "I don't like jokes like that." I quickly apologized, and
she softened, said goodnight, and logged off. Damn, why are women all like this? They'd
rather have sex with a stranger than be teased.

The next day, I couldn't concentrate at all during the meetings and training sessions, feeling like I was in prison. But when…
I didn't receive a call or text from her during lunch. In the afternoon, while idly fiddling with my phone, I
suddenly received a text from an unknown number with only four words: "This is Yang Ting." I felt like a prisoner
suddenly given free time; I instantly perked up. Thank goodness, at least she gave me her number. I quickly
replied , "I'm in a meeting, I'll contact you after." My mood improved considerably afterward. Finally, at
6:30, the meeting ended.

I immediately called her. A girl's voice answered, brimming with youthful
enthusiasm. I asked if she had eaten, offering to treat her to dinner that evening.

She said she had just finished work and was about to go home, and hadn't eaten yet. I said that was great, please give me a chance. She
agreed and asked where I wanted to eat. I remembered eating at a restaurant with colleagues last time I was here; the food was good,
the atmosphere was nice, perfect for a date. There happened to be a hotel nearby, not too far from where I was staying.
So I told her the place and suggested she take the bus. Why did I want her to take the bus?

Because I wanted to get there first to scout out the surroundings and find a good spot for our encounter, I immediately took a
taxi and arrived at the restaurant early. After waiting for about half an hour, a girl in a beige trench coat appeared before me
. She was about 165 cm tall, with a slender and graceful figure, and her looks were quite pretty, even somewhat delicate. Especially
striking were her large, voluptuous breasts. Her facial features resembled those in the photo I'd received yesterday. So, I
mustered my courage and approached her, asking, "Hello, are you Yang Ting?"

She paused for a moment, glanced at me, and smiled, "Hello, you're here early." It
was indeed her! I felt relieved; thankfully, she was beautiful. We sat down and chatted. She was very outgoing
and relaxed, as if we were old friends. We ate and chatted for over
an . Looking at the time, it was already 8:30.

I suggested we go for a walk, and she readily agreed. We strolled around the small square nearby.
After a while, we sat down to rest. Seeing that the time was right, I said to her, "It's getting late,
how about we find a place to rest?"

She obviously understood what I meant, and asked shyly, "Where do you want to rest?" "
I'll get a room over there, of course," I said, still staring into her eyes. She whispered in my ear,
"Why don't you go buy some condoms first?" Haha, this beauty underestimated me. Of course, you need to bring the tools for a hookup, and I had prepared them
beforehand . I said, "I'm all ready, let's go now."

She nodded, got up, and followed me. We arrived at a nearby hotel, ready to check in.
But when I reached for my wallet, I realized I'd left my ID at the hotel. Damn it, everything was ready except for the act, how could
such a ridiculous situation occur? I asked her if she had her ID, and she shook her head repeatedly. Yeah, how
could I ? We were about to head back, utterly dejected, when I suddenly remembered the time
I'd gone to a bathhouse with my colleagues after dinner to play cards.

The bathhouse was quite large, with bathing on the first floor and dining on the second. The third floor had private rooms for guests to rest;
no ID was needed as long as it wasn't overnight, and importantly, it seemed to be nearby. We immediately took a taxi to the bathhouse.
We got our wristbands and agreed to meet on the third floor in half an hour. I quickly finished showering on the first floor and rushed to
the third floor to book a room and wait for her. I
waited anxiously in the room, but she didn't show up. I called her, but she didn't answer. Damn, did she back out at the last minute?

But I couldn't go to the women's bathhouse to find her, so I could only wait. I watched TV idly, but all I
could think about was whether she would keep her promise and we would have sex. Finally, my phone rang. She called to say that
the women's bathhouse was very crowded, and she had been waiting in line for a long time just to shower. She hadn't heard the phone earlier and asked which room I was in on the third floor
. I quickly told her my room number, thinking, "Damn it, I've been trying to hook up for hours, and
I haven't even touched her yet."

Finally, a pleasant knock sounded at the door, and I jumped up to open it. She was wearing
a bathrobe provided by the bathhouse, her hair still wet. Like a lotus emerging from the water, she aroused my lust, and I immediately pushed her down onto
the bed . We kissed for half a minute, desperately sucking each other's tongues, as if afraid the other would run away. Then, I
decisively ripped off her bathrobe and began kissing her entire body. Having just showered, her body still carried the scent of
shower gel and the unique fragrance of a young girl's skin. Her

nipples were bright red and tempting, making me suck and lick them incessantly. She reacted strongly, probably because she hadn't
had sex and felt a strong need. I kissed from her fragrant shoulders to the base of her thighs, finally reaching the depths of her pubic area.
Honestly, her genitals weren't dark at all; they even seemed a little pink. I gently licked one, and she immediately
cried out loudly. My tongue roamed over her labia majora and minora, teasing her most sensitive nerves.

She moaned loudly, "Oh, so good... baby, hurry... lick me... oh, husband...
" Because the room was inside a bathhouse, the soundproofing wasn't very good, and there were many people walking back and forth in the corridor, making it
quite noisy outside. However, she was so engrossed in her moans, seemingly completely immersed in our own blissful world.

After licking for a while, I gestured for her to turn over, kneel on the bed, and stick her butt out so I could lick her from behind.
I licked her like this for a few more minutes, and she finally couldn't take it anymore. She turned over and grabbed my penis, trying to put it into her vagina
.

I stopped her: "Give me a kiss down there first." She immediately obeyed and bent down, licking my penis
.

To be honest, her oral skills were pretty good, making my penis feel tingly and numb, almost making me
ejaculate a few times. Feeling that the foreplay was enough, I laid her down on the bed and began my frontal assault.

By this time, her vagina was already soaking wet, and I entered her effortlessly. Our bodies were finally joined
together. I thrust in and out relentlessly, our genitals colliding with each stroke, producing a blissful slapping sound. Her
moans, initially loud screams, gradually softened, yet remained filled with blissful joy.

What a beautiful scene before me! A beautiful girl's body was pressed beneath me, being
enjoyed by me, the pleasure of our union surging from below.

This pleasure grew stronger and stronger until suddenly her vagina began to contract, like a small mouth greedily sucking at my
penis, seemingly trying to drain every last drop of my semen. I roared, thrusting twice more forcefully, and finally ejaculated.
She reached her climax at the same time, letting out a cry. We held each other tightly, savoring
the bliss of sex.

After a while, we finally came to a close, recovering from our climax. I asked her if I did well, and she nodded shyly
, replying that she wished she could have lasted a little longer. I asked her if a one-night stand was exciting.

She laughed and said it was incredibly exciting; having sex with a stranger felt completely different. I said, "Then let's
do it sometime in the future, okay?" She said, "Why wait for later? I want it now." I said, "I just ejaculated, and I can't get hard."

She thought for a moment, smiled, and said, "I'll help you," and put my penis in her mouth. Her oral sex
skills were excellent; my penis quickly regained its strength in her little mouth.

So, without further ado, we started a new battle. This time, I fucked her from behind, and she kept screaming,
seemingly enjoying it.

After changing positions a few times, I felt myself about to ejaculate again, so I quickly pulled her over, removed the condom, and put
my penis in her mouth.

She didn't resist at all, obediently taking my penis in and letting my semen spray into her mouth.
Finally, she went to the bathroom and spat out her mouthful of semen. Although she didn't swallow my semen, I was already quite satisfied.

Looking at the time, it was almost midnight. The bathhouse rule was that if you weren't staying overnight, you had to check out before midnight.
We got dressed, checked out, and left the bathhouse. It was already late and quiet outside. I offered to take her home, but she said
she could take a taxi. Seeing that it was getting late and we weren't going that way, I didn't insist. The next day,
I sent her a text message, and she replied: "Thank you for the new experience you gave me yesterday, but I don't
want to affect either of our lives. Let's both keep this memory in our hearts and not contact each other again."

I knew she was just using it to alleviate her loneliness and didn't want to continue this game, so I didn't bother
her. After all, everyone has secrets buried deep in their hearts, known only to themselves. Having such an
experience to remember is enough; I'm sharing it here with fellow enthusiasts.

[The End]

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