She slept in someone else's bed behind her boyfriend's back.

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I used to be a very innocent girl with a boyfriend I loved dearly. We tasted the forbidden fruit in high school, and from then on, my body and heart belonged to him.

Later, we went to different cities for university, a three-hour train ride apart. We met up about every two or three months, booking rooms in small hotels near the school and kissing passionately. We were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, completely out of control. For students, monthly allowances are limited, and each meeting cost a lot in terms of travel, meals, and hotel rooms.

Even so, I felt very happy, preferring to eat less, not buy clothes or cosmetics, and saving every

penny. Distance doesn't create beauty, it creates infidelity. The pain of a long-distance relationship is perhaps the unfulfilled sexual desire! I slowly noticed he changed a lot, always complaining about how expensive our time together was.

Although he often flirted with upperclassmen and underclassmen at school, I never thought he would actually betray our love. Perhaps it wasn't because I trusted him too much, but because I thought all girls were like me, innocent and yearning for the beauty of love. I thought if they knew he had a girlfriend, they would naturally keep their distance.

I often left messages on his social media profile and frequently logged into his QQ account, chatting with his female classmates in his tone, subtly hinting that he had a girlfriend and warning them not to get any ideas. But some things are beyond our control; even a general in the field can disobey orders! Later, he changed his QQ password without telling me and created a new QQ account to flirt with girls. I suddenly realized he wasn't the person who used to care for me. He seemed changed, becoming a stranger.

Then, in the second semester of my junior year, the thing I feared most finally happened. He moved in with another girl! And I only found out after we broke up. Ironic, right? He told me on QQ to break up, saying it was for my own good, that he didn't want to hinder my happiness. I called him, but he wouldn't answer, saying he was afraid to. Did he think I'd eat him alive? Break up then! What's the big deal! You'll regret it! The day after the breakup, I was chatting with one of his roommates, and quite casually, he told me that he had a girlfriend before we broke up, a nursing student at a vocational school. I was instantly stunned! He realized he'd let something slip and kept trying to comfort me, but that's when I realized I looked like an idiot to him! In just one week, I lost over ten pounds, couldn't eat, and the thought of my man possibly with another woman made me want to vomit!

Time heals all wounds, and I wanted to go far away, leave this place, and start a new life somewhere deserted. I was in a three-year vocational college, while he was in a four-year bachelor's program and preparing for graduate school. I wanted to go to Shanghai or even further after graduation and forget everything from the past.

But life is like a big circle, going round and round until we returned to the starting point. Less than a week after the breakup, the other woman dumped him, and a month later, I softened and we got back together. In June, I went to his city to look for a job and rent an apartment. But that other woman has always been a thorn in my side; she seems to have destroyed my beautiful vision of love!

Because my job is very easy—I work in tourism, with weekends off—I often have tons of free time. My boyfriend is a huge fan of DOTA and goes to internet cafes almost every day to play, rarely spending time with me. Because of this resentment, I've always felt he doesn't love me anymore. We hadn't argued once in four years, but in the last six months, we've argued countless times, always because of that other woman. Actually, they haven't been in contact for six months, but I'm just a petty woman. I hate her!
As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust," but for me, it's boredom that makes me lustful. One time, while playing QQ, someone caught my eye through the "People Nearby" feature. His username was "Brother Jian." His QQ profile said he was looking for a female companion for the weekend! Thinking about my boring weekends, I was curious and added him. I thought he must be a lonely person; perhaps his wife works in another city, making it a long-distance relationship.

After a few casual words, just as I expected, his wife worked in Wuhan, so they rarely saw each other. He was a director, quite busy during the week, and didn't know how to spend his weekends. As we talked, the conversation turned to relationships. He was in his thirties, quite mature, and he always managed to offer guidance on my relationship struggles, conflicts, and pain. Gradually, I developed trust in him, and we agreed to meet on weekends. The weather was lovely that day; although it was winter, it felt warm and cozy. I wore a white cardigan, a red trench coat, gray jeans, and sneakers.

He picked me up in his car. At first glance, he seemed reliable, wearing glasses and giving off a scholarly air. He smiled slightly at me: "You look younger than in the photos, but you're quite pretty, even prettier than in the pictures." I smiled back, because I'd heard that so many times before; people always asked if I was over 18! Sitting in his car was comfortable; I started yawning frequently. As he drove, he asked, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?" I said, "I played games all night and didn't sleep a wink. I only went to bed at 6 am and got up at 9 am. I'm a little tired, sorry for the fuss!" "Then come to my place and rest for a bit! I'll go out and buy you something to eat." "How could I!" He laughed, "What? You think I'm a bad guy?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay then!"

After getting out of the car, he looked at me and his eyes widened for a moment: "I didn't look closely! You're quite tall! I thought you were wearing high heels!" I smiled shyly, "Not really! A standard height of 165cm." We went to his hotel. He bought fast food and lots of snacks. We sat on the bed, eating and chatting while watching the new version of *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*. Because the room was air-conditioned and hot, we took off our coats and sat on the bed watching TV. I felt the atmosphere was ambiguous; I was afraid something would happen, yet I also longed for something to happen. A strange itch stirred within me, and images from the adult films I'd seen before floated into my mind.

My period had just ended, and my boyfriend hadn't touched me for over a week. Now, alone together in a room, a sudden surge of desire ignited within me, and my eyes seemed somewhat glazed. When I was in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend, I often fantasized and had become accustomed to enjoying masturbation. And now, without realizing it, I found myself caressing my breasts and waist with one hand, while the other pressed against my vulva, rubbing and rubbing… As I touched myself, I began to moan softly.

He seemed to notice my unease; I felt his breathing become heavy, he was panting heavily… My heart pounded like a rabbit's. Suddenly, he rolled over and pressed himself against me, our bodies tilting together little by little; slowly, I was completely lying on the bed, my face flushed, our breathing rapid. He pounced on me, kissing me passionately, his tongue circling in my mouth, left and right, gently touching each of my teeth. I was instantly rendered breathless by him. We kissed as we pushed off each other's clothes. He was strong, with a long scar on his chest.

I grew tired of kissing him and began to explore downwards, first kissing my neck, his hands kneading my breasts vigorously. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and couldn't help but moan. My panties were already soaked, my thighs clamped around him, trying to wet his legs. He pounced on my breasts and kissed them passionately, gently biting my nipples with his teeth. My nipples were so warm and wet. He grabbed my breasts and kissed them repeatedly, making my face flush red, and a sudden surge of heat rushed through me...

His penis trembled slightly. He frantically pulled off my panties, lifted my legs, and gently licked my clitoris and labia. An unprecedented tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Every time I made love with my boyfriend, he never kissed my genitals; he only made me give him a blowjob before penetrating me. This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. His tongue licked me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, like an electric shock, causing me to constantly pull my body upwards. This excited him even more. He slapped his penis against my clitoris a few times, rubbing it against my vaginal opening. Suddenly, he thrust his penis forcefully into my vagina. I screamed "Ah!" in pain because he was so strong. I felt incredibly good from being penetrated! Although his penis wasn't as thick as my boyfriend's, it was very long. Each time, he thrust in hard, as if he were going to reach my cervix. I felt both pain and excitement, and the sensation became increasingly pleasurable. I kept moaning, "Ah... Ah..." I unconsciously touched my clitoris, thoroughly enjoying myself.

His hands weren't idle either; one arm encircled my waist, while the other vigorously kneaded my breasts. After about 10 minutes of fucking, he pulled out, flipped me over, and I knelt on the bed, my buttocks raised. He rubbed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening a few times, then slid in again, thrusting forcefully, this time seemingly even deeper than before.

Each of his penetrations gave me such intense pleasure that I moaned in rhythm with him, and he occasionally let out a low "Ah!" Each thrust penetrated deep into my flesh, and I couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "Ah! Ahh, stop! No, no! I really can't take it anymore!" He slapped my buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound. In less than two minutes, waves of heat flowed from below, and my whole body trembled unconsciously a few times. He suddenly shuddered, hugged me tightly, and ejaculated. My head snapped back, and I screamed, "Ah—ah—," before I was completely paralyzed.

After resting for a while, we both took showers and then made love twice more. I went home in the evening. I felt we shouldn't have had this kind of relationship, and afterwards I always avoided him. After watching the movie "Pre-marital Trial Love," a line from it deeply affected me: "Guilt is the best way to maintain love." I should also let go of my unpleasant past experiences and cherish my own love.
[The End]

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