Women's Illustrated Guide

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"Perhaps every young person goes through a phase where you suddenly realize life is full of so many possibilities, yet constraints are pitifully few."

Recently, the pandemic forced me to stay home, like a solitary prison. The good thing, however, is that I have time to stop and reflect on the path I've walked, the people I've met, and the experiences I've had over the years.

I'd thought about documenting the girls I met in Beijing before, but for various reasons I didn't. Now, I'm taking this opportunity to share my experiences here, as a way to commemorate my past.

Enough rambling, just some random thoughts, all true experiences. I've slightly adjusted the details to protect privacy, so please take it as a lighthearted read. Let

me introduce myself: an ordinary 26-year-old Beijing drifter, a tall, rich, and handsome guy (laughs), a returnee from overseas. People who don't know me often think I'm a bit aloof, but actually I'm a bit goofy and silly inside.

After returning to China, I rented a room in Beijing, a three-person room. Since it was a new apartment, the three of us moved in at the same time—two men and one woman. This girl is our protagonist, A. My first impression of A wasn't particularly striking. She was a typical Northern girl, around 172cm tall, with long legs in jeans that revealed her shapely hips. Even in a loose t-shirt, her ample bust was undeniable; I'd guess she was at least a C or even a D cup. Her sexy smile revealed small tiger teeth. While not a beauty, she was certainly attractive, the kind that grows on you. However, at that time, I preferred slender or athletic women, and A wasn't my type. Initially, I had no interest in her.

When I first moved in and greeted A, her gaze seemed a little strange, and I had a vague feeling that something might happen... (Men's intuition in this regard is often quite accurate). A's personality was also typical of a Northern girl—outgoing and warm like an older sister. After a week of settling in, A suggested we eat at a restaurant near the complex entrance to get to know each other better. I moved several times afterward, but I never had a roommate as enthusiastic and proactive as A (in every sense of the word).

My other roommate, a cheerful young man in sales, was much more outgoing, while I was rather introverted. After a few beers, we started talking more and asking each other questions. A, a designer, had dated several men before, but none of them worked out. She was almost 30, and her family seemed quite anxious, but she currently had a stable boyfriend. He had visited once when she moved, but rarely came back. After a few drinks, A asked me, "Hey handsome, don't you have a girlfriend?" "No, we broke up a long time ago," I said.

"Why don't you find one?"

"I don't want to settle down and I'm not planning on finding one right now." "Is that because you have high standards, or... are you gay?" "

Later, A kept pressing me about whether I was gay, saying that if I wasn't, lots of girls would like me. But it was mostly just joking. We had a great meal, and the distance between us instantly closed, giving me a sense of belonging and warmth since I had just arrived in Beijing. At the same time, I vaguely sensed that A might have feelings for me, and a devil secretly began to grow in my heart. As it turned out, I was right, and things came to a head that very night.

After we went back, everyone went to their rooms, but A seemed unwilling to let me go, continuing to ask me about the topic on WeChat.

'How could you not have a girlfriend? Are you impotent?'

Because we had only known each other for a short time, and we were roommates, I didn't dare to be too forward, even though I was interested. I was such a silly goose back then. But I still blurted out, 'Whether it works or not, you'll find out by trying.'

After sending it, she didn't reply immediately, and I regretted saying that. We'd be seeing each other all the time.

'Fine, I'll try. Let's see if you're tough enough.'" "Looking at the words popping up on my phone, a surge of heat rushed to my brain. The car sped up, and we flirted and teased each other for a while. Somehow, it turned into A coming to my room to 'give it a try.' I was inexperienced at the time and incredibly nervous, so I slowly opened the door. After a while, A also quietly opened her door and peeked out, giving me a 'don't make a sound' look. Her room was next to the sales guy's, while mine was at the other end of the corridor. She came to my room quietly, wearing a nightgown. Although we had been chatting enthusiastically on WeChat, it was still a bit awkward to be face-to-face. I looked at her; she was wearing a very ordinary cotton nightgown, so loose that you could barely see her figure, but even that couldn't hide her large, heaving breasts. She casually turned off the room light, seemingly a little nervous too. We were both silent for a while, but a guy has to take the initiative, so I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, 'Didn't we say we were going to give it a try?'" "..." she said, pulling her hand to touch my genitals. "So thick," she said, a little surprised, then laughed and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you. Now I know you're not gay." She seemed to be backing down a bit. But if I didn't go this far, would I still be a man? I pinned her against the wall with one hand, while the other covered her large breasts, kneading them wantonly. The unexpected softness of her full breasts was a feeling I still can't forget. Her body immediately went limp, and she murmured, "Isn't this inappropriate?" But her hand honestly didn't leave my crotch; instead, it gripped me tightly. Sensing the signal, I felt I had a chance, and then kissed her lips. A cooperated perfectly, even actively using her tongue to entwine with mine, "Oh..." she uttered a sexy, satisfied nasal sound. Seeing that the time was right, I pushed her down onto the bed, and the two of us passionately and tightly intertwined, kissing each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

Just as I reached for her skirt, A suddenly stopped me, saying she wouldn't let me take it off no matter what. I didn't force her, after all, we see each other every day. I lay on the bed looking at her, pointed to my crotch, and said, "How about this?" What to do? She smiled seductively at me and said, "I'll help you..." Then she slowly pulled down my pants, leaned her head closer, and I felt my lower body enveloped in warmth and moisture. A was the best oral sex I'd ever experienced, without a doubt. In the dark room, the dim light shone on her face as she intently sucked and swallowed, occasionally brushing her hair aside. I watched her alluring hips sway with the movement of her head, the shadow on the wall reflecting the up-and-down motion of her head. I rarely came with oral sex, but A was the only one who always brought me to the brink of climax very quickly. I reached out and fondled her large breasts, then gently stroked her hair, like taming a female beast. She focused intently on giving me oral sex, and finally, I pressed her head down and ejaculated into her mouth. After I finished, she gently cleaned me up with her mouth, then reluctantly left, took some tissues, and spat out, saying, "Wow, so much! It's so thick. Did you enjoy it?" She looked at me with a smile.

Later, she didn't stay long and went straight back to her room. We continued chatting on WeChat. A said she liked me at first sight. Although she had a boyfriend and loved him, the passion had faded over time, so she wanted to have something happen between us. After the first time, things went smoothly. The second time, we finished what we hadn't done the first time. A was as passionate and unrestrained in bed as she was in personality. When she got excited, she would moan uncontrollably, and sometimes I had to cover her mouth to prevent the other roommates from hearing. I never went to her room to do it; I always felt uncomfortable having her boyfriend sleep with her, maybe she felt guilty... We never went to a hotel together either. But we left traces of each other in other parts of the house. At night, on the unlit public balcony, she would kneel down and give me oral sex, the moonlight shining on her. She was very nervous, constantly looking towards the door, afraid that her roommates would come out at any moment. Afraid that the neighbors would see us through the balcony, I told her that they wouldn't see us even after dark, then roughly thrust in and out of her mouth, turning her head back with my hand. She looked at me with a hint of resentment and helplessness, and accepted it until I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes when I was using the bathroom, she would come in to wash her hands, and of course I wouldn't let her go, pressing her against the wall and kneading her until she begged for mercy, but I didn't do it because it was too close to my roommate. Even when her boyfriend came to visit, she would come out of her room to go to the kitchen, passing by my room, and I would quietly go out, stop her, press her against the wall and kiss her, kneading her full breasts. She would whisper, both panicked and excited, "Stop it, he'll be coming out soon." Every time, I felt that this wasn't a way of stopping me, but another kind of forbidden temptation. A was always very cooperative but didn't let me go too far. At that time, we both understood where the bottom line of this relationship was, and that it would end someday. But the feeling of testing the edge of danger was so addictive.

Before meeting A, I wasn't interested in slightly chubby girls. But after her, I completely fell in love with that feeling—soft yet firm, any more and it would be plump, just the right amount of fleshy. At home, she always wore loose clothes; only when I actually held her in my arms did I realize what a beauty she was. Every time we made love from behind, watching her buttocks ripple, holding her breasts, listening to her sweet moans, I couldn't stop. Grabbing her hair, ignoring her pleas, I thrust into her again and again, like conquering a magnificent foreign horse. The usually imposing A was now like a female cat panting and begging for mercy beneath me. After each orgasm, looking at her dazed eyes and body, my sense of conquest was immensely satisfied. But good times don't last forever. A later changed boyfriends and quickly got engaged, moved out, and our relationship came to an abrupt end. Occasionally, we'd chat and reminisce about that time, though we never explicitly said anything, we both tacitly agreed never to be intimate again. I knew our secret was over.

A gave me the impression of a sexy, goofy older sister, but beneath her rough exterior lay a delicate heart. With her around, I always felt happy and lively; she easily infected those around her. Later, I moved houses, changed roommates, and eventually lived alone. But that initial lively and warm feeling never returned. I was so lucky that when I first came to Beijing, in a city where I knew no one, she was the one who gave me that initial warmth. I hope she's doing well.

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