【My Daughter Recalls Past Love Affairs】(01) Author: Unknown

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The story mostly takes place from university to after graduation. I'll try my best to recall everything from

the beginning. My writing isn't great, but I guarantee it's true. As the opening post, I'm surprisingly unsure where to begin.

Let's start with my freshman year. My first year of university was the year my sexual experiences began, and from then on,
I was on an uncontrollable path.

I want to emphasize that I will try my best to use my less-than-stellar writing style to depict this, as a way to practice my writing skills.
If you think this is fiction, feel free to click the upper right corner. I guarantee it's true, true, true!

First Man: A Handsome Senior

Let's get straight to the point. I met this senior in a club. His name was Xiaowei. He was almost 180cm tall, from Shandong,
strong, handsome, and very sunny. Xiaowei was the leader of our club. During activities, his organizational skills and
warm, attentive care for the members captivated me. This was something I hadn't encountered in high school. However, I'm introverted, inexperienced in
relationships, and easily embarrassed. Seeing a group of beautiful female classmates surrounding him, I was envious, but
I lacked the courage.

But sometimes things are just like that—strange. So many beautiful women were surrounding him, yet he noticed me,
the one hiding in the shadows. He frequently asked me out alone under various club pretexts. Although everything was perfectly aboveboard,
I sensed a different kind of look in his eyes. That's a girl's innate sixth sense.

Girls don't need much experience in relationships. If someone is interested in you, just
follow your . Don't worry about how to pursue them; they'll naturally come to you. Coincidentally, the senior I liked
was also interested in me. Back then, texting was still very popular. Xiaowei would often send caring
texts, intentionally or unintentionally. I was thrilled inside, but acted calmly, as if afraid he'd realize I liked him too. But this
didn't stop his pursuit. Step by step, our relationship grew closer. He knew I had no experience in relationships, so he
was very attentive in both our conversations and dates.

We chatted back and forth via text, and the topics gradually shifted, eventually touching on feelings
and even occasionally sex. This transition didn't make me feel awkward at all. This was probably his brilliance—
his ability to anticipate what the other person was thinking and smoothly navigate the situation through subtle influence. He asked me how much I knew about sex, whether
I had ever fantasized about sex, and described how pleasurable sex is for women. Although I had no experience,
I was still curious and eager, and I didn't mind talking to him about these things. Looking back now, I realize that his initial
respect a way to lower my guard, gain my favor, and gradually escalate the conversation. He
had a very good grasp of my psychology and would adjust the topic according to my reactions, so I didn't find him vulgar; on the contrary, I was somewhat
looking forward to it.

Later, about three months into the semester, I became his girlfriend, and we were inseparable.
A month later, I agreed to go to a hotel with him. The process was natural; I didn't struggle or hesitate much.
On the contrary, I had been looking forward to it for a long time. Perhaps it was because I didn't dislike him, and he was my type. Also,
although I'm a good girl, I still have my own ideas about sex. I didn't want to be
a chaste woman who only sleeps with men after marriage. I wanted to experience anything that made me happy. I believed I could be responsible for myself.
I'm writing this in a light touch because my writing skills aren't good enough to describe this feeling. You can imagine it;
if you can understand, great; if not, just consider me a flirt.

The off-campus short-term rental was simple but clean, run by local residents. The rooms were always full on weekends,
mostly young people having sex. The soundproofing wasn't great, but everyone understood and didn't find it strange.

Although he wasn't a virgin, I could still sense his eagerness. As soon as he entered the room, he started kissing
me passionately. I was a little flustered, but quickly began to respond. After about three minutes, I told him to go take a shower because
I was so nervous my whole body was convulsing. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still
a little scared not afraid of losing my virginity, but unsure of what it would feel like. Pain? Orgasm? I needed to calm down.

About 10 minutes later, he came out and I went in. My shower took a long time, and he urged me for the third time before
I finally came out. He probably sensed my nervousness and didn't rush into anything. Instead, he held me close and sat me in bed,
chatting with me. During our previous relationship, we had countless dates, often at night, by the lake, where we would sometimes engage in suggestive
acts. Under his guidance, I touched his penis; it was very erect, larger than I had imagined, and the glans was smooth.
Of course , he also touched my breasts and vagina.

After chatting for about 5 minutes, he began to slowly kiss me, from top to bottom, until he buried his head in the blankets. I
felt his warm tongue moistening my lower abdomen; it was itchy and comfortable. Slowly, his warm tongue moved downwards,
reaching my inner thigh. My whole body began to tense up. He sensed the change in me and gently kneaded my
nipples . Then, his tongue lingered on my inner thigh for a long time without changing position until I slowly relaxed. He then
moved closer to my clitoris, first teasing my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. To describe it, I have
very little . If I stand with my legs together, you can only see a few sparse hairs in my triangle area, which grow in a curved pattern. So
, I never have to worry about showing my pubic hair when I go swimming in the summer. Then, my clitoris emerged from the cleft of my vulva, pink and translucent. The cleft was
well-sealed, and the sparse pubic hair was clearly visible. As his tongue brushed against my clitoris, I trembled and
couldn't help but cry out. He probed the crevice of my flesh with his tongue, then slid it up and down. I
tried to lift his head with my hands, but it was no use; he buried his head even deeper, his tongue relentlessly probing into my flesh and
teasing my clitoris. I felt a warm, itchy sensation on my thighs; I couldn't tell if it was my own fluids or his
saliva. In any case, I felt a little dizzy, but the initial tension had subsided, and even my moans became natural and
rhythmic.

At that time, I was exactly 19 years old.

By the time he officially began his assault, I was already extremely wet, with several
streams of fluid running down my inner thighs and onto the sheets. I was still very nervous, one hand pushing against his pressed chest, the other supporting his thigh as he
was about to penetrate me, trying to prevent him from suddenly and violently entering me. However, my thoughts were unnecessary. He
seemed genuinely experienced. He supported himself with one hand, hooked his other arm around my neck, and pressed his lips to mine
. His upper body remained still, while only his lower body—or rather, his buttocks—was slowly trembling and thrusting.
Because the penetration was very, very shallow, probably not even the tip was fully inside, I didn't feel any pain; on the contrary, it felt very good.
After about ten thrusts, he began to tentatively press down, allowing the entire tip of his penis to penetrate deeper. At this point, I
felt resistance from my body, a slight feeling of being stretched open inside. But he immediately withdrew,
followed by another ten or so shallow thrusts. This repeated several times until the tip of his penis, along with the shaft, had penetrated about 5 centimeters.
Although there was noticeable resistance, it didn't hurt, just a slight swelling. I didn't understand at the time,
but now I think he was a real pro. Fortunately, I met such a pro for my first time. He opened the door to my desire and elevated it
several levels. My first man, no results, but I was still happy. After all, I felt that sex itself was an
important , happy, and enjoyable thing.

After slowly getting used to the feeling of being stretched open, he began to penetrate further. This time,
he didn't pull back or suddenly exert force. When my expression showed signs of pain, he stopped. After my expression
returned to normal , he advanced again. This time, under my tight embrace, he let out a low growl. This stalemate continued
for several minutes until he had completed his breakthrough. Because I could feel myself being filled, because I
could feel his body pressed tightly against mine, because I could hear
soft slapping sounds with his gentle thrusting. I knew he had taken my virginity, and surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as I had imagined
. With each gentle thrust, I slowly tried to reciprocate; the first time was so smooth and wonderful. I don't know
how much time passed, but he ejaculated on my lower abdomen. Looking at the streaks of blood, I wasn't sad, nor did I say, "You
must love me well from now on, and you mustn't betray me." I was calm; perhaps this is the true me deep down. That night,
he wanted it again. Because of his gentleness, I didn't feel much discomfort. I knew he was suppressing himself, just to
spare me pain.

With the experience of the first time, things went smoothly and naturally afterward. We booked a hotel room at least twice a week, and
each time we had sex at least twice. My physical dependence on him outweighed my emotional dependence. Perhaps it was my independent personality
; I didn't want to depend on a man, nor did I want to be bound by one, even though he was my first. So,
besides going to hotels, we were often seen together, but not like other couples who were constantly inseparable.
I would go to class, study, and sleep in, while he would go to class, exercise, and organize activities. In short, we were lovers but not dependent on each other;
it was purely physical. I enjoyed it, and I always agreed to meet him unless he was visiting for his period. Perhaps
it was because I had always been a good girl and suddenly felt liberated, or perhaps he made my transition from girl to woman
too smooth and perfect. I tasted the sweetness, and in the days that followed, we enjoyed it immensely. I understood the so-called
safety issues, but we still often chose not to use protection because I didn't like it. Of course, we always ejaculated outside the vagina.
Fortunately I was lucky and never got pregnant.

With his constant guidance and "training," I became increasingly proficient and passionate about sex, and even started to actively
control the pace.

We were together for about a year, and the reason for the breakup was very cliché: he found someone else, a junior from my university. I
wasn't overly heartbroken, but I didn't want to go into the details of the breakup either; it was simply the end of one of my relationships.
For him, it was even more so. Over the past year, the most memorable thing for me, and I'm not afraid to admit it, was a few
instances of
sexual activity I didn't have any expectations of him, and he never surprised me. So, looking back now, was we lovers or
just friends with benefits? For me at the time, it was definitely lovers.

I don't want to continue writing about the first man. I broke up with him near the end of my sophomore year—I was the one who was dumped. I
only needed a week to get over the sadness. I'm good at self-comfort. My parents often
told me to love myself no matter what, and to remember to live happily no matter what happens.
I didn't understand before, but now I understand my parents' good intentions.

Perhaps I'm too independent and don't have that kind of dependence on relationships. On the contrary, I crave freedom,
especially after this failed relationship. I feel that men are just animals; good or bad is all a matter of a single thought.
I won't entrust my happiness to a man, but I will seek what I want from men. Therefore,
this perspective enabled me to
remain .

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