Colonial and semi-colonial

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My sexual values were largely influenced by Western ideas, while also being educated in traditional Chinese patriarchal and male-dominated philosophies. Therefore, my overall sexual ideology is a "semi-colonial" system, pursuing extreme sexual enjoyment and a male-dominated sexual lifestyle. Perhaps because I possess some qualities that women find attractive, as I've grown older, I've never been troubled or worried about not being favored by women. This has given me confidence and a self-assured approach in my interactions with women. Regarding your "three no's" principle, upon reflection, I realize that I used to handle relationships with women that way, but now I'm trying to be more "responsible."
Later, after marrying my wife, her care and indulgence allowed my sexual philosophy to be put into practice and further developed. Frankly, when I was younger, I had an extremely strong sex drive. A year before our official marriage, I made her my woman, and during that year, she constantly satisfied my desires; she was always ready whenever I wanted. After marriage, she told me, "From now on, whenever you want, don't worry about me, just come to me." According to my wife's view, women are for men to play with. As long as a woman loves a man, she's willing to let him play with her, however he wants. Of course, by "play," she doesn't mean "manipulation," but rather sex, or more specifically, giving the man complete sexual pleasure.
For a considerable period after our marriage, I would often turn her over and lie on top of her in her sleep to "play" with her, and she paid a considerable price for this. To satisfy me, she accepted and tolerated all the different ways I wanted to have sex. Afraid I'd get tired, she could lie quietly in my arms and masturbate me for an hour or two; to please me, she could endure the pain of me penetrating her anus, biting her breasts, giving me deep throat oral sex, and swallowing my semen; before having children, she had three abortions for me. From our marriage until now, even if we've argued during the day, she always shares a blanket with me and sleeps naked so I can "play" with her anytime. Now that we're an older couple, we "play" less, but our habit of sleeping naked remains unchanged.
Having experienced this, I developed a rather domineering and aggressive habit in my sex life. I need extremely long and vigorous thrusting to reach orgasm; gentler intercourse rarely arouses me. After meeting W, although she was still an inexperienced young girl, I remained self-centered, often displaying unreasonable domineering and unreasonable behavior. Her gentleness and resilience only fueled my arrogance. In the past two days with her, I've acted recklessly, unleashing my inner demons during sex, many of my actions bordering on "brutal." Yet she remained so gentle, so attached, so resilient. I even secretly admired her: how can this little girl not be bad? I was exhausted, but she remained vibrant and radiant.
However, today I truly went too far with her. Watching her struggle, her disheveled hair soaking in the bathtub, her arms tightly bound and already red and purple, I suddenly felt a pang of heartache for her. I pulled the hose from her anus, lifted her from the tub, and helped her sit on the toilet to drain the water. Then I carefully dried her off and carried her back to the bedroom. I laid her face down on the bed and quickly untied the ropes binding her. I saw red welts on her arms.
She lay there motionless, and when I brushed the hair away from her face, I saw tears streaming down her face. I was at a loss, unsure what to say, so I simply held her tightly, kissed her cheeks, and wiped away her tears.
After a while, she finished crying, looked up at me, and said, "Have you gone crazy enough? I wanted to spend a few days with you, but I didn't expect you to treat me like this. You're just trying to get me to let you go, aren't you? Actually, I haven't locked you up. You can leave if you want, just leave now."
I said, "It's so late, where am I supposed to go?"
"Go wherever you want. Haven't you been saying you wanted to leave all the time?"
I had no choice but to keep apologizing to her, saying things that even I found boring. "Fine," she turned and hugged me, sighed, and said, "I don't want things to end badly. Let's sleep well tonight. Tomorrow we'll talk to S. I'm going home, and you should go home too."
We didn't say anything, turned off the lights, and lay in bed embracing, though neither of us could sleep. After a while, we started kissing and caressing each other. She rolled over and pressed herself against me, cupping my face and kissing me, her long hair brushing against my face. Looking at her, I felt incredibly guilty and said, "W, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She silenced my apology with a kiss, sighed, and said, "Actually, I'd do anything to you. It's just that I don't want you to leave, but I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I really don't know what to do, so I'm sad… But I'm still very grateful that you came here with me. I'm so happy to have spent these past two days with you."
I didn't say anything, not knowing what to say. I pushed her off, rolled over, and entered her. This time, I thrust in and out very gently…

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