I met her at the wedding

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Recently, after so many years out there, I feel I need to sort out the emotional stories I've suppressed for so long. It's mostly about memories and gratitude. If the response is good, I might write more later; they're all my true stories, with moments of madness, sadness, love, and hate. The first part will be a relatively lighthearted one. The male protagonist is myself. The female protagonist is Yan (same surname as me, and both of us have single names; we booked hotels together multiple times, and the receptionists always looked at us strangely—were we siblings?). We met at a childhood friend's wedding. Hotel booking time: 3-4 hours after meeting at the wedding. Number of hotel bookings: 8-9 times intermittently, once outdoors, once on her balcony. In 2007, I was single, 26 years old, attending a childhood friend's wedding. The wedding's final crazy part was the friends making a ruckus. The wedding night was a harmless game; the most I remember was the nipple covers showing during the New Year's celebrations. A group of a dozen or so men and women, after their wedding night pranks, would drink tea in the living room to calm down. That was probably the craziest phase of my life. I suggested we go to a bar for more drinks, but no one reacted (were they all eager to go back to their wedding night?). That's when Yan said, "I'll go." That was the first time I really noticed her. She wasn't tall, around 160cm, but from a distance, her proportions were pretty good, I'd guess around a C cup. She had a stylish medium-short haircut, wore black-rimmed glasses, and her makeup was quite refined. I hadn't noticed her before, probably because we were drinking. That's how the story began. I discovered she was also a rather strong-willed person. The first time we met, she accompanied a man to a bar for drinks in the middle of the night. At that moment, I felt something might happen. We introduced ourselves to each other while getting a taxi. I asked her why she wanted to go to a bar with me, and she readily replied, "I think you're quite interesting." I asked her if she was scared, and she answered, "Are you scared?" Half an hour later, we arrived at a small bar in the city. It wasn't crowded. We ordered a dozen beers and started drinking and smoking. She also smoked a cigarette or two. We chatted casually, but my mind wasn't really on her. I was going through a painful period of unrequited love, so I was drinking heavily. Yanzi probably sensed this and asked, "Want to go clubbing for a bit? If not, I'll find someone else." I took her hand and we danced for a while. She started leaning her chest against me, and we naturally started kissing. The kisses got hotter and hotter until we stopped dancing and just kissed and caressed each other unrestrainedly in the booth. At that moment, I was completely overwhelmed by her femininity. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because I hadn't been with a woman in a long time. I asked her, "Want to go?" She answered, "Yes." The two of them even tacitly remained silent, not even asking each other if it was okay not to go home. After walking for a few minutes, they arrived at a decent hotel. Two minutes after entering, everything was completely dark. Tragedy struck; she was menstruating at the time. I remember her oral sex being incredibly good, almost making me ejaculate. I said, "You're not feeling well, I shouldn't go in, it's bad for your health." She replied, "It's okay, as long as you don't mind." But I still didn't penetrate her. I remember she even tried to sit on top of me, but I pushed her away. I remember we had oral sex, and then, weakened by alcohol, we embraced and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I felt very empty inside. I wonder if anyone else feels this way. Maybe it's because she was destined not to be your true love. She woke me up verbally again that morning. I remember her constantly trying to get me to enter her, but I refused. I really didn't want to be on my period; it wouldn't be good for anyone. We had lunch together, and she probably noticed I was distracted, so we parted hastily. Neither of us even exchanged contact information. But the story had only just begun. A few days later, my childhood friend jokingly asked, "I heard you went to a bar with Yanzi the other day. What happened?" I said, "We just drank, and then I went home." My friend said, "She probably likes you now, and asked for my number. I bet she'll contact you later." So, that same day, Yanzi contacted me and asked me to have dinner together. I went to the dinner, and naturally, we ended up in a hotel room. This time, I entered her. She said it was her safe period, so I ejaculated inside her. (To add, I ejaculated inside her every time after that. She didn't like condoms; she used a female-inserted contraceptive pill.) Lying there, she asked, "You have someone in your heart." I said, "Yes." She said, "I have a boyfriend, but I want to be your woman." I said, "Oh, why?" She said, "Because your penis is big." Haha, a love without promises or heartbeats. Being with Yanzi was simple and stress-free. She continued to have a boyfriend, and I continued to be single, but we continued to have sex whenever we had the chance. After that, every time we had sex, it was crazy. I remember once in the wild, in a park, late at night, we drank some wine and chatted. She said she needed to pee, and she just peed next to me. She got up without wiping, pulled down my pants, and then sat on me. I remember going to her house; her parents weren't home, so I had sex with her from behind on the 12th-floor balcony. This went on for a short year. One day, she said, "I'm pregnant." I said, "Mine?" She said, "Just kidding, I wanted to see your reaction." I said, "Oh, disappointed?" She said, "Yes, I want to get married." I said, "Okay, I'll wish you well." She said, "Love me one last time." I said, "Okay, let's go to the usual place." Haha, that last crazy time, I'm sure I was completely drained, maybe even my skin was raw. She was even biting me. She cried while we were doing it, but I didn't. I was just empty inside. Since we separated, I've only seen her two or three times and received her messages. I only replied, "Thank you, I wish you well, I'm sorry." Since we separated, I rarely think of her. Maybe it's because she wasn't my true love. In my memory, there are only her tears, her red lips, the semen flowing from her lips, her breasts bobbing up and down when she inserted the birth control pill. Thank you, Swallow, thank you so much for your companionship, thank you for your selfless giving, thank you for the truth in the video, thank you for your body accompanying me through that cold period. Writing this, it's like a movie playing in my mind. There are so many "hers." Maybe one day, I'll continue to recall those "hers" from the past. [The End]

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