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A sustained and firm moan rang out. Looking down, I saw the man's penis was already inside Viola



. But the man seemed to have changed. I looked closer—it was myself!



The feeling just now was surreal, like a figment of my imagination, yet also like something real that had actually happened.



Never mind, there's no time for contemplation now. This isn't the time for thinking; it's time for "movement



," time for "harvesting." So I diligently cultivated my land,



the fields surrounded by lush, fragrant grasses, so rich and sweet. And the tightly entwined valley walls seemed to be calling for



something to emerge—irrigation. It demanded the nourishment of my essence.



To uphold my male dignity, I gritted my teeth and endured. The beautiful female body before me was not yet fully satisfied; I



had to be patient, I had to give her something better, something more frenzied, a higher peak, a deeper exploration, a better, more perfect



climax!!! So, I tried to shift my focus; I had to find something else to pay attention to. I searched



, and my eyes fell on Viola's beautiful face. This was…!!! An expression I had never seen before, so joyful



, her brows furrowed, as if anticipating an even greater impact, her unrestrained lips… oh, she even stuck out her tongue



and licked her lips. My God, so sexy. I sensed her feelings, a sense of satisfaction,



content with what she had, yet tinged with a hint of anticipation. I longed for more, I longed for more—it was a



contradictory, conflicting feeling. At that moment, Viola, in my eyes, was no longer just a pure goddess; her expression



was so wanton, like an insatiable slut, yet carrying a satisfied smile. I was bewildered. I had never



seen Viola like this before. This…this expression…it reminded me of someone…



I suddenly thought of Lisa. Yes, this was Lisa's expression. The woman beneath me, mirroring my emotions, transformed



into Lisa. Oh no, how could I have such thoughts, especially while making love with Viola?



Guilt instantly filled my heart, and Lisa disappeared. But instead of turning back into Viola, unexpectedly, she



became Jane, Tony's current girlfriend. A sense of revenge also grew. I quickly expelled the guilt



from my body, and my body was instantly filled with vitality. I thrust fiercely.



Beneath me, Jane clung tightly to me, her moans incessant, no longer coherent



sentences, just intermittent cries and groans. A wave of tension washed over me, and I straightened my body,



increasing the speed of my thrusts. My whole body remained tense, the tension spreading inch by inch, the soreness in my lower back growing more pronounced



. I knew what that meant.



"Danger…oh…danger…no…um…ah…" Viola sensed something too, uttering her final words



.



I couldn't care less; I couldn't control myself either. My semen gushed out with each throbbing.



A feeling of weakness washed over me. I lay panting between Viola's breasts, a sense of guilt spreading through me. What had I just



done? How could I have imagined Lisa and Jane? I love Viola so much, how could I be thinking about other



women?



"You're different today..." Viola traced circles on my chest with her index finger.



"Really? Just a different way, do you like it?" I asked, trying to cover it up.



"Mmm..." Viola buried her head in my chest, saying shyly.

"You wouldn't be secretly watching porn while I'm not looking, would you?"

A woman's intuition can be terrifying, terrifyingly accurate.



I knew I'd changed quite a bit. "Yeah, Henry was so tired from his project, he downloaded a few to watch." I couldn't



tell the truth. " Then I might as well admit it, because my change is too obvious."



"Hmph, I knew it… I don't care, you're not allowed to look at or think about other women when I'm around."

Viola wasn't really angry; she knew men liked that kind of thing, and she knew I browsed erotic



literature and downloaded BT (bitrate) content.



"No way, with you here, I'm satisfied with just you." I teased.



"You're so annoying, stop being so cheeky." Viola pouted and acted coquettishly.



A sudden impulse surged within me, "I have to believe in Viola," "No matter what the truth is, as long as she loves me,



that's enough ." Although I'd told myself similar things countless times, I still couldn't help but ask,

"That…that Tony, has he been…um… bothering you lately?" After asking, my heart suddenly raced



. Her face flushed.



Viola paused, looking at me thoughtfully, without saying a word.



Seeing her reaction, my heart leaped to its peak, then sank to the bottom, as if falling into an



abyss.



"Pfft, hahahaha..." Viola suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until she was breathless.



"Was my question that funny? I was serious." I started to feel a little embarrassed and angry, and my expression became



increasingly stiff and unnatural.



"You're jealous!" Viola suddenly blurted out.



"So cute, you look so jealous..." Viola continued. "Just kidding..." "Why are you so



serious?"



"I..." I didn't know what to say. Continuing to press her seemed like I had something to hide. I wasn't sure if she



was going to answer my question.



"He has a girlfriend, you know?" Viola said, still smiling.



"Yeah, Henry mentioned it, I think her name is Jane," I replied.



"That's right, what are you worried about?" Viola asked.



"Well… he hasn't… approached you, or shown any interest in you?" I pressed.



"Please, they're inseparable, they're so close, we



were all so envious when we went to New York together," Viola said. "And Jane is so pretty…"



"You're pretty too, Jane isn't as beautiful as you!!" I interrupted quickly. "Besides, he treated you badly before…"



"Who knows what he'll do? Having a girlfriend doesn't mean he won't mess around with you..." I said casually.



"He's not that kind of person, he doesn't seem like it..." Viola retorted.



"How do you know..." I was about to continue trying to convince Viola how dangerous Tony was...



"Wait!!" Viola suddenly interrupted me.



"What's wrong?" I looked at her suspiciously.



"You've seen Jane? How can you say she's not as pretty as me?" Viola continued, "And you're saying having a girlfriend



doesn't mean he won't mess around? Is that what you think? Tell me, who do you want to mess around with?"



"………………" I was stunned. What was going on... I had seen Jane, but I couldn't exactly say it was



... that person who saw her... Wait, if I showed the video to Viola, wouldn't she be wary of Tony



? My mind was a little muddled… No, I need to solve the immediate problem first.



A thought flashed through my mind. “I haven’t seen her, but I know without even looking that you’re the most beautiful



goddess in my heart… And I’m talking about Tony, I wouldn’t do anything inappropriate, I haven’t even considered it. I’m



content with you.” I blurted it out in one breath, feeling quite proud of my own eloquence.



“You’re being cheeky again, how annoying…” Viola lightly punched my chest with her small, pink fist.



But my mind started calculating the possibilities…

If I showed Viola the video of Jane… it wouldn’t be very useful, because Tony and Jane are currently boyfriend and girlfriend



. It would make me look like a pervert, spying on other people’s privacy. Men don’t care about that



. Women are different…

So showing Viola Lisa's video wouldn't help either; it happened even earlier. It would only prove that Tony



and Lisa had a secret affair, but it wouldn't prove Tony had ulterior motives.



After quickly analyzing the situation in my mind, I decided to keep the videotape a



secret from Viola.





For the next two days of the holiday, Viola and I locked ourselves in my apartment and made love,



made love wildly…



Viola found it a little strange. Although we had sex quite often before, it wasn't this frequent—at most



once a day, sometimes once every two or three days, not several times in one day. But I told her



it was because she went to New York, and I missed her so much that I kept wanting it. She then let it go. Meanwhile… A sweet feeling welled up inside me



, which I could tell from her expression.



I knew why I was like this; I wanted to banish Tony from my mind. I didn't want



to think about Tony during sex anymore, I didn't want his image to linger. For the past two days, I've tried my best to control myself, to avoid



using those caressing techniques, even unconsciously. I succeeded. What happened that day no longer happened to me



. Every time I had sex with Viola, it was still me, not Tony inexplicably.



However, I couldn't control another change… I couldn't ejaculate on Viola anymore. Or rather, although I was having sex with Viola, I would involuntarily imagine the woman beneath me as one of the women in those videos

just before orgasm, when I was about to ejaculate . Jane was the most frequent one, perhaps because she was also very attractive. To some extent, she attracted me, or perhaps it was a desire for revenge. Then there was Lisa; imagining her would give me a criminal thrill. The other beauties Tony hunted in Taiwan didn't appear as frequently. In short, I had to rely on my imagination to reach orgasm. I've tried this; I completely blanked my mind, didn't imagine anything, and focused solely on Viola beneath me. The result was often that we were both exhausted. Viola was nearly collapsed, having orgasmed several times, while I still couldn't ejaculate, and my back ached. Some people say, "That's good, at least Viola has an orgasm . " You see, in a relationship, half your attention is on the other person; you not only want your own pleasure, but you also want your partner's. I can't ejaculate... This often caused Viola confusion. She would constantly question herself , wondering if she wasn't attractive enough, if she wasn't pretty enough, if I was falling for someone else…etc. So after trying twice, I made an excuse that we were having sex too frequently and I couldn't ejaculate, and then I stopped trying. Anyway, as long as I didn't tell Viola, she wouldn't know I was fantasizing about other women. Privately, I kept thinking about this question. What's wrong with me? I know I've changed a bit, but I can't pinpoint what the problem is. I kept asking myself, "Do you still love Viola? Like before?" The answer was always yes. Her every smile and gesture still captivated me. Why? I don't know… Actually, I did know, but I subconsciously avoided thinking in that direction. But this question lingered with me until later… Only then After the holiday, my days returned to a series of busy tasks: labs, reports, assignments… Viola 's business school wasn't easy either; she also had reports, projects, and so on. She also had to attend group meetings with her classmates , while I had to stay in the lab with my group members testing our circuit design. That day, I was in the lab with my group members testing our circuit design. Henry, a foreigner named Michael, and I were in our group. Michael had modified a program the night before, saying it solved a problem that had been bothering us for a long time, but Henry couldn't find the file. "What's the filename, Michael?" Henry asked. "prom.vhdl." Michael said, "No? Are you sure that's the filename?" "In this folder?" Henry said. "Yeah... that's the filename." Michael grinned wickedly at Henry. "Okay, stop joking, Michael, this is important." I saw the smile and said to Michael. Henry looked at Michael, then suddenly seemed to remember something and laughed too. "What are you two laughing at?" I looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, wondering to myself, "Are you two always..."

































































































































Inside the lab, the two of them were already acting a bit strange.

“Hidden files,” Henry said. “You’re so boring, Michael…”



“No, it’s just that my elementary school son sometimes messes with my computer…” Michael explained…



Hearing those three words, I froze, my mind a jumbled mess.

“How come I didn’t think of that…” I muttered to myself, not even glancing at them, and left



the lab with my bag.

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