My Women (True Story, Original)

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I. My sexual awakening was at age 10.
When I was little, there was a girl next door, about 5 or 6 years older than me. She was an ordinary girl, but fair-skinned and pretty. Every day, she would take me, a little third-grader, out to play. Our parents worked at the same company and had a good relationship.
Everything in life was so peaceful and natural.
It was summer, and one day, all the parents were at work. I went to her house to play, and she pulled me to her parents' bed and whispered, "Little X, have you ever heard your parents fighting in bed at night?" I stupidly said, "No, do your parents fight? Why do they fight in bed?" She smiled and said, "That kind of fighting is very comfortable. Do you want to know?" I said yes, and she said, "Come here, I'll tell you.
" We got closer, she lay down and hugged me, saying, "Let's kiss first, see if it's fun?" I panicked a little, after all, I had a vague understanding of matters between men and women, but I always listened to her, so when she kissed me, I didn't dodge and we started kissing passionately. The little kid didn't understand, didn't know how to kiss, and I've completely forgotten how it felt. I guess she wasn't very good at it either; after a few kisses, she was a little breathless and said, "Little X, let me show you my lower half." Then she immediately took off her floral dress, followed by her panties, and spread her legs for me to look. I remember being incredibly nervous, and after glancing at her, I said guiltily, "Mom and Dad won't be back, will they?" She said, "Don't worry, you know I get off work at 6 pm every day." I had no choice but to lean closer to take a look. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's vagina, and even now, more than 20 years later, the memory is still vivid. Her vulva was white and tender, slightly red, and even had a few fine black hairs on it. I gently touched it with my hand; it was a little wet, so she must have been aroused. But I was so stupid back then, I asked her if she was about to pee. She said it wasn't pee, it was her fluid, and told me to smell it. I leaned in and smelled it, and sure enough, there was no smell at all. An untouched girl, so clean and incredibly tender. She then said, "Let me see your penis too." I thought she'd already shown it to me, so I felt bad not showing it to her. I stood up to take my clothes off, but before I could even do that, she sat up and pulled down my shorts, my penis right in front of her face. She looked at it closely for a while and said, "Little X, your penis is a bit dark." I didn't understand that back then, so I just said, "Yeah, yours is whiter than mine." She said, "Let me give you a kiss," and before I could even nod, she grabbed my hips with both hands and took my penis into her mouth, slowly sucking on it. To be honest, I didn't feel anything; it was already limp. It just felt warm and interesting in her mouth.
After a short while, she pulled me down to lie on her stomach and said, "Little X, let me kiss your lower half too." I thought it looked fun, so I said okay. I lay down on her vulva and kissed it. Back then, I didn't know anything about vaginal openings or genitals; I just kissed and licked randomly. Anyway, after a while, her vulva became increasingly wet. Looking back, I guess it wasn't her wetness, but mostly my saliva.
I remember glancing up at her while we were kissing, and seeing her squinting and looking down at her vulva, seemingly enjoying it. After about 3-5 minutes, I got tired and got up. She hugged me, spread her legs, and sandwiched me between them. She grabbed my penis and gently rubbed it against her vulva a few times, saying that's how my parents fight at night. I knew in my heart that this wasn't a fight, it was just something fun, haha. We
played like this for a while. I was just a little kid, nervous and sweating, and my penis didn't get hard; it was limp and I couldn't penetrate her. I guess she didn't dare play for too long, because after a while she got up and said, "Let's put our clothes on. If Mom and Dad come back, they'll scold us. Don't tell anyone, okay? I'll play like this with you another day." I was both excited and guilty, so I quickly put on my clothes, and we went to play in the yard.
Looking back now, I realize I was actually seduced and played by this girl. I accidentally saw her parents working at night, and during the day she came to me to find out what was going on. Not long after, my family moved, and we stopped living together. We met again at a family gathering. I was 17, she was in her early twenties. My memories are hazy, and my feelings are still vague. We barely exchanged a few words. That
's how my sexual awakening began. II. My virginity ended in the classroom. The second time I encountered a woman and lost my virginity, I was almost 20, a bit embarrassing for us guys. That year, I joined the ranks of those taking extra classes for senior year of high school. I had a very , very good relationship with a girl named Z from the next class—to put it bluntly, we were dating. Z was about half a year older than me, not very tall, maybe 1.6 meters, okay-looking, but with a big butt. She was also a student who had dropped out of school for extra classes. We don't know how we somehow ended up together. Initially, Z and I didn't do anything too outrageous. After all, those were relatively conservative times, and there wasn't much of a place to commit the crime. It was just kissing, hugging, and rubbing breasts—unlike middle schools nowadays, where condoms are everywhere in the underpasses. The time I got aroused was in the summer (summer really makes things easier, haha). After evening self-study, I sneaked into Z's classroom to find her. My plan was to hold hands, chat, and then she would go back to her dorm while I went home (Z's home was a bit far, and the school had provided dorms for students who lived far away). Unexpectedly, it was probably hot that day, and soon all the other students had left. I got a little bolder and reached out to grab her breasts and squeeze them. We lay side-by-side on the edge of the desk, our faces flushed. I reached inside her clothes and started touching her. She squeezed her legs together, telling me to turn off the door and lights first. I quickly got up and did so, and even made sure to lock the door before closing it, so it looked locked from the outside. I excitedly turned around and ran back, hugging her and kissing and touching her. She probably felt safer and responded passionately. As we touched her, we got aroused, and I reached into her panties and touched her wet vulva—it felt so good. My dick was rock hard too. I told Z to touch it, and she obediently reached into my pants and grabbed my penis. We'd done this kind of thing secretly a few times before, so it wasn't unfamiliar. I touched it for a while, then, panting, said, "Shall we do something? There's definitely no one around now." She didn't say anything, but her hands were already moving, gently stroking me. I didn't care what she thought, I freed myself and unbuckled her belt, pulled down her shorts, and then pulled down my pants too. Neither of us dared to take them all off, just hanging on our calves. I made her sit on the edge of the stool, legs spread, and I strained to put my penis towards her vagina. You can imagine how difficult that was. Two innocent, clueless young men didn't even know what doggy style was. We struggled to get closer, our legs almost giving out, and finally managed to squeeze in a little. My goodness, my mind went blank. It felt warm and comfortable. She hugged me, and I held onto the desk behind her, trying to move slowly. She didn't seem to feel any pain, probably because our pants were blocking the way. I felt like only the head of my penis was inside. It was my first time, and I was so excited. I think I ejaculated after less than 10 thrusts. Afterwards, we quickly got up and pulled up our pants. Her face was flushed, and she grabbed my hand and rushed out of the classroom, walking one after the other towards the dormitory. I walked her to her dormitory building, and on the way home, my heart was pounding. Haha, I'm sure all you guys understand that feeling. The next day, she told me that her underwear was covered in my semen, and it smelled... I asked what it smelled like, and she said alkaline. Later, until the college entrance exam, we didn't do it again. Firstly, opportunities were hard to find, and secondly, we had to study. We both ended up getting into decent universities, though I got into a bachelor's degree and she got into a junior college. But young people are always excited about sex, and during the two-month break, we did it several times, mostly at her place or mine. After secretly learning from pornographic books, I tried a few positions: missionary, doggy style, and sitting opposite each other. Unfortunately, we never tried the woman-on-top position; Z's breasts were small, and she said it didn't look good when she was doing the up-and-down position facing me. After starting university, I became a bit lazy, and the schools were far apart in different provinces, so things gradually faded until I met my third woman in university .

I also need to talk about Z. We've actually kept in touch after graduation, after we both started working. She got married, and we'd occasionally exchange greetings, but we seemed to tacitly avoid mentioning the past. A few years ago, Z's husband went to work in another city for over six months (he was in sales, but I heard his business wasn't doing very well), and she often contacted me for meals. One evening after dinner, we naturally went to her house. I thought to myself, "Let's not hide anything; we've both had our stories," so as soon as I entered, I took the initiative to hug and kiss her, and started groping her. I didn't expect that I was just the one who made the first move; the woman was even more wanton than me. After only a few kisses, she pulled me to kick off my shoes, take off my clothes, and get on the bed. Soon we were naked and pressed together. I smelled a slight odor of urine from her genitals; she probably hadn't showered for two days. But I couldn't mind, right? After all, she was the one who initiated it. I thought, "Shouldn't we at least have some foreplay?" Unexpectedly, after only a few thrusts, she hurriedly spread her legs for me to get on top. I had no choice; before I was fully aroused, I was forcefully penetrated. Luckily, although my penis wasn't very hard, it was very wet inside. After a few thrusts, Z started moaning. Perhaps she wasn't satisfied with the stimulation, so she closed her legs, making me spread them wide and thrust into her. Those of you who are into this position know how tight it is, and it's not very comfortable to penetrate all the way in; you can only fully rub against the woman's genitals. The woman kept moaning, urging me to hurry up! Use more force! I wasn't at my most excited state to begin with, and being with someone else's wife in someone else's house—even though we've known each other longer and are old flames—made me a little guilty. I ejaculated after less than five minutes. After I ejaculated, I sat up, and the woman wiped the wetness from her vagina silently. I felt a little embarrassed, so I went back to her, hugged her, and gently stimulated her vagina. Later, I gave her an orgasm with my hand. She made quite a commotion, her head thrown back and her throat making a wheezing sound. I thought to myself, she was really horny. She'd been thirsty for over six months without sex.
Afterwards, we chatted casually. I asked about her family, and she asked about my relationship with my new girlfriend. Then we parted ways. Later, I considered contacting her again to meet up somewhere for a proper hookup, but she refused. She probably wasn't satisfied with my performance that time, and her husband was coming back soon, so the idea of hooking up again just fizzled out. For the past two years, at our annual class reunions, we'd just eat and chat like nothing had happened. We actually have a tacit understanding.
Now I'm married, and my wife is great, so I've given up on hooking up with her. You can't just pester her like that; it's pointless. It would only make things worse, especially since we don't live far apart and our social connections are all interconnected.

III. University Life: A Perfect Union of Body and Soul
… Honestly, I don't want to recall her; it's tiring and melancholic.
I'm just an ordinary person, nowhere near as handsome or rich as some guys. I just know how to play a few instruments, and back then, I was pretty enough to attract some girls. But G was practically the school's most beautiful girl. The boys ranked the beauties, and because G didn't pay much attention to them, she was ranked third. Our school was a business and economics university, with lots of girls, so third place was quite something, haha.
I remember writing several long paragraphs when I first started writing this. Her long hair made me infatuated, and our love story took place in every corner of the campus.
In those days of flowing white dresses, the whole world was romantic.
I won't go into the details of our relationship; it's painful. Let's get straight to the point.
In my junior year, I rented an apartment off-campus. After pursuing G for a month, I finally won her over. I remember after I got her, the whole dorm was filled with envious and jealous stares. Every day, all the guys, big and small, would gather around me and gossip about my girlfriend—her straight legs, her fair skin, her cold beauty, and so on. It made me feel so good.
Not long after, I took her to my run-down apartment. The first few times, we just chatted, being sweet and affectionate, even watching the moon from the balcony. Physical contact was limited to kissing; back then, the whole apartment was bathed in a sacred glow.
Until one weekend, most of the girls in the city had gone home, and the others had gone out. We'd been out all day, and when we got back to our apartment late, I said, "Let's not go home tonight?" She said okay, but don't get the wrong idea, I'll be very vigilant at night. I laughed and said I'm even more vigilant than you. Actually, we both knew it was a joke. We'd been building up the mood for this moment for two months, but we didn't want to make love just for the sake of it; we both thought it should happen naturally to be romantic.
I won't go into the first part, we were deeply in love, our hearts filled with sweetness. We gently caressed each other's bodies, occasionally gazing deeply into each other's eyes for a few minutes. Her skin was very smooth and white, and her legs were incredibly straight. She said her mother forced her to practice dance for a few days when she was little. Her breasts were soft yet firm, not too big, just the right size to hold in one hand, and her pink nipples quickly became hard from my sucking.
(A quick aside: We're both very honest people. I told her I've had experiences with women, and she's also been honest about her past, admitting she wasn't a virgin but had only been with one twice, and that boyfriend broke up with her two years ago—I believe her. I know she's an honest and sincere person, which is why I love her even more. This might disappoint those who are obsessed with virginity, but I don't care. I love her very much. As long as she opens her heart to me, the past is the past. After all, we're not exactly pure men. I once asked her what she liked about me, and she said she loved the focused emotion when I played the piano, and the way I cherished her like a treasure from the bottom of my heart.)
Anyway, back to the point, when we were both excited, I prepared to enter. The condom I'd already bought was already discarded; we didn't want to use it for our first time, as she was in her safe period.
I held my hot penis and gently rubbed it in circles at the entrance of her vagina. Her vagina was still flesh-colored, tender and overflowing with lubrication, with not much vaginal lubrication. At that time, I hadn't grasped the true meaning of biting, and neither of us had done anything yet. It wasn't until she let out a soft moan that I used my penis to part her labia and slowly inserted it. It was slippery and went in easily. I let out a long breath, leaned over her, and slowly thrust. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her beautiful eyes gazing at me dreamily. We just looked at each other like that, without any fancy moves or positions, our two naked bodies gently writhing. We continued this shallow thrusting for about seven or eight minutes, and surprisingly, I didn't feel like ejaculating. We became more and more excited. Her legs opened wide, and her buttocks rose and fell with my movements. My movements became faster, and as the thrusting became more intense, we started to hear wet, squelching sounds. I whispered to her, "Listen, isn't the sound lewd?" She blushed, smiled, and slapped my buttocks. I simply lifted my upper body, wrapped my arms around her waist, and increased the speed. She gripped my arms tightly, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and bit her lip, enduring my onslaught while suppressing her moans. Because of our ample foreplay and the slow penetration for the first few minutes, she was very wet, her genitals extremely lubricated, and my movements were accompanied by the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. I leaned down slightly, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and thrust my hips forward, slamming my lower body into her genitals. My penis roughly slid in and out of her vagina for over five minutes. She then held my head with both hands, her body tensed, and she finally began to moan rhythmically with my movements. Although the sound wasn't loud, it clearly conveyed the message that she was about to climax. I increased my speed, my penis going in and out fully, as if pouring all my strength into that heaven that intoxicates men. After a few thrusts, she suddenly pressed her legs firmly against my buttocks, murmuring repeatedly, "Darling... Darling..." Then, a long, soft moan escaped her throat, and her whole body convulsed. I knew she had reached her climax. Just before she was about to stop me, I released my clenched teeth and thrust deeply a few times, finally roaring as I ejaculated into her burning vagina.
We held each other tightly, breathing heavily. That dual satisfaction, both mental and physical, is something I will never forget. In fact, years later, when we reconnected online and reminisced about that experience on QQ, she said it was an unforgettable moment for her. Although she and her current husband are quite passionate in bed, she can no longer find that deep feeling of love she had back then. This gave me a slight sense of solace amidst my regret.
What followed was natural, but we maintained a moderate frequency, once a week, sometimes once every two weeks, and each time was very pleasurable. From then on, I understood that this kind of thing isn't about quantity, but quality. That feeling of spiritual and physical fusion—if you've experienced it, you'll have no regrets in this life. It's just a pity that after graduation, due to various reasons, we didn't end up together. My hesitation and her two-year wait disappointed her. Afterwards, she went south, got married, and had a child. Her husband is three years older than her and loves her very much; their son is also very well-behaved. Her happiness makes me feel humbled and not too guilty. Recalling these memories is accompanied by a mix of sweetness, excitement, regret, and guilt. The bright moon was there then, shining on the returning colorful clouds. IV .
Online Connection Leads to Shared Bed. I met F in a chat room. She worked as a civil servant in a system directly under a certain department in a first-tier city. (Please excuse the omission of place and company names) Back then, chat rooms were already declining, but I was still idly leveling up in one, while F was a lower level than me. With nothing else to do, we'd chat intermittently. We both liked classical Chinese poetry, were the same age, and were both single in our late twenties, so naturally we had a lot in common. Gradually, it felt like something was missing if we didn't chat a bit every night. F originally had many male online friends, but I gradually monopolized them, and then naturally we moved from chat rooms to long phone conversations. We sent each other photos. She was very fair-skinned, and I'd rate her looks an 85 out of 100. She came from a wealthy family; apparently, her family's elders were some kind of landowners. She naturally had the air of a refined lady, which enhanced her image significantly. Slowly, we both felt like we were developing an online romance, but neither of us said anything. Because saying it out loud would only add many invisible constraints, since we lived in different cities and didn't want our online interactions to affect our real lives. We chatted like this for a year, and then we started discussing meeting up. We both agreed that neither of us would deliberately travel to the other's city. Later, we both agreed to meet during a business trip or vacation. She would often say on the phone in a sweet, coquettish tone that something would happen after we met. I remember her tone when she said that—playful, mischievous, and a little lewd. It made my heart flutter. Soon, before a short holiday, F said she wanted to come to my place for a trip. I was overjoyed and readily agreed, saying I would drop everything to accompany this beautiful woman. She arrived that evening, and I had already booked a room that afternoon. After a relaxing shower, I called her to confirm the time and estimated it was about right, so I rushed to the long-distance bus station to pick her up. Unfortunately, her bus was stuck in traffic and was three and a half hours late. I was shivering in the early autumn night until 1 a.m. The bus finally arrived, and I recognized F as soon as she got off. She had long hair and was dressed casually yet elegantly. She was as fair-skinned as in the photos, slightly plump, and about 1.63 meters tall, just as she had said. I tried to be natural, smiling as I greeted her, saying, "You must be tired. This bus is late; it'll take you all the way to her grandma's house." She seemed a little reserved and didn't look at me much, but grinned and said, "Yeah, I'm exhausted. Let me get my suitcase first." I quickly helped her with her suitcase. We hailed a taxi and headed straight to the hotel. The first thing she said upon entering the hotel was, "The hotel is quite nice." Her tone was definitely befitting of a civil servant. I replied, "Of course! How could I not treat you well?" Those two simple sentences miraculously dispelled our awkwardness. She wanted to take a shower, so I, like an attendant, slipped into the bathroom first to run the water for her. She took a towel from her bag and went in. I thought to myself, "Things are different here; even a towel has to be brought." The water was gushing, and I felt a surge of desire. Even though I knew I'd be able to act on it soon, that lecherous urge still made me sneak up to the bathroom door. The door wasn't locked, haha. Through the thin crack under the door, I could see her smooth legs, but her upper body was covered by a bath towel. I was a little disappointed, but it was enough to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. Soon, F finished showering and came out wrapped in a towel, asking me, "Aren't you going to shower?" I said I was bored waiting in the afternoon, so I showered first. Then, with a mischievous grin, I said, "Let's go to sleep. It's already 2 o'clock, and we have plans for tomorrow." She smiled and said, "We'll each sleep in our own beds," and then crawled into her blanket. Reluctantly, I stripped down to my underwear and got into bed too. We chatted flirtatiously. I said, "Hey, didn't you say something would happen when we met?" She said, "Yeah, I was all set to teach you a lesson. Who told you to always annoy me on the phone?" I reached over and pulled back her blanket, saying, "Come on." She hugged the blanket, silent, her face flushed as she stared at me. I thought, "What am I waiting for? I have to act now!" I threw off the blanket, jumped over her bed, and with lightning speed, climbed on top of her, leering as I asked, "How do you want to teach me a lesson?" I expected some token resistance, but instead, she wrapped her arms around me, staring at me and saying, "Now it's your turn to bully me!" I was overjoyed, touching her face and saying, "We've been waiting for this moment for half a year. Are you happy?" She didn't speak, but her lips slowly approached. I gently kissed her. Surprisingly, her kissing technique was quite good; her tongue moved gracefully in response. I said, "I'm going to start now." She shyly said, "Take off my pajamas." I got up and slowly took off the pajamas she had just changed into in bed. They were really nice; her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts were large, plump, and slightly bouncy. I pressed my lower body against hers, lifted my upper body, and pressed my entire face against her breasts, slowly sucking on her nipple. She felt my erection, cupped my head, and gently said, "So hard already?" I braced myself on the bed with my left hand, and slowly stroked her body with my right, her shoulders, ribs, and fleshy buttocks, my lower body pressed tightly against hers as I moved slowly. She said, "Take everything off too." I lifted my buttocks and, with a combination of pulling and stroking, ripped off my underwear. Finally, we were naked. I pulled her hand to my penis, and she gently grasped it, saying, "So hard." I said, "Aren't you ashamed?" She smiled lewdly and said, "Our unit often deals with the health system; the physiological structure between men and women isn't a big deal, it's just like that. You're my second man. Hmm? Your little guy isn't very big." I pretended to be angry and said, "Don't think about your ex-boyfriend, you'll see soon enough." She laughed and said, "Come on, I'm waiting." I immediately got to work, my mouth, tongue, and hands all busy, eager to savor this beautiful body. She responded cooperatively, occasionally letting out wanton moans. I quickly reached down and touched her vulva; it was already wet. I knelt between her legs, positioned myself, and said, "I'm going in." She didn't speak, her legs opening wide on their own. I positioned my penis against her vulva; the lubricated flesh made it easy for me to insert it fully. I leaned down and hugged her, asking, "Does it feel good?" She hummed in response, leaning in to kiss me. I responded, beginning slow thrusts, observing her reaction as I penetrated. She seemed to be in no pain. I pulled away from her lips, increasing the force of my thrusts, and began a passionate piston-like motion. In the still of the night, making love with someone you know and love is a wonderful thing. Both of you are relaxed and uninhibited; at this moment, only pleasure matters, and everything else can be ignored. After a while, I got up and knelt down again, grabbing W's thighs with both hands and starting to thrust into her rhythmically and forcefully. The movements and frequency easily produced a slapping sound between our bodies. I panted and pounded away, her wet vagina making in and out easily. I decided to ejaculate first, and as for her orgasm, I'd give her that later. Soon I felt the urge to ejaculate, and I hurriedly asked her if I could ejaculate inside. She said, "Go ahead, I took medication to delay my period." I was overjoyed, and holding her buttocks, I ejaculated my first stream of fluid in extreme pleasure, then collapsed onto her soft body. F gently hugged me and asked, "Was it good?" I said, "It was so good, you're so kind. Let me rest for a bit, I'll take good care of you later." She laughed and asked, "Are you sure you can do it?" I chuckled and said, "I'm a black-skinned Chinese product, trust me!"

We lay there, embracing and talking softly. I asked her, "Do you like sex?" She said, "Of course! What normal person doesn't?" I laughed and said, "That's exactly what I'm looking for." We lay there for half an hour, and my penis quickly became erect again. I said, "Come on, baby, let's see how I'll take care of you this time." I then lifted myself up and expertly thrust into her wet vagina. She said lewdly from below, "My orgasms are slow, you have to try to bring out the strength you need for childbirth." I said, "I can bring out the strength, but you should give birth, haha." Then I had a thought: the woman-on-top position might bring an orgasm faster. So I said, "How about you fuck me this time?" She playfully cursed me, but I ignored her, rolled over, and pulled her onto me, thinking I had to try this time anyway, and I'd deal with her if she didn't want to.
Unexpectedly, she obediently sat up, grabbed my penis, and slowly stroked it a few times. Feeling it was hard enough, she squatted down and said, "Don't laugh at me!" I readily agreed, even complimenting her, saying that this position was actually the sexiest for women. She feigned anger and spat at me, but her upper body arched over my hips, her legs squatting so that her vulva aligned with my penis as she slowly sat down. I was as excited as if my penis had just been inserted, and with a gentle push from her, it went all the way in. She began to move slowly up and down on top of me. Damn, I finally got to enjoy being fucked!
After doing this for a while, F asked me if she was heavy. I said she was very light, and told her to come on, that I was yours tonight. She laughed lasciviously and sped up. To be honest, this position is visually stimulating for men, but it's even more physically stimulating for women. Soon she changed from moving up and down to thrusting back and forth, her breasts swaying, her lower body quickly rubbing against my pubic hair against my clitoris. It seems she's the type to have a clitoral orgasm. To save her some energy, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands to help her, so she could support my upper body more easily. Unexpectedly, she quickly became aroused. After less than five minutes of this, she eagerly said, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I sped up, shaking her hips and gently provoking her with words, "Come on, come on, my dick belongs only to your pussy!" This crude language drove her even crazier. After only a few thrusts, she screamed "Ahhh!" a few times, leaning over me, her thighs clamping tightly around me, convulsing a few times. The visual effect was so stimulating; I instantly felt the urge to ejaculate. I lifted her hips and thrust hard a few times, ejaculating with a "plop.
" Afterwards, she said this orgasm came faster than before. I said, "I'd be willing to die for you, I'll be your sex slave from now on." Women need flattery, and my constant sweet talk made her incredibly happy.
We spent four days together, sightseeing during the day and making love at night. We only stopped on the fourth day when her period started.
Later, F returned to her city. I only saw her again when I went to her city on a business trip. That time, I wanted to have another chat, but F refused. She works in a government department and knows many people, so she was afraid of being seen. She said it would be best if we could find an opportunity to go to a third city together sometime. I understood. But to this day, that wish hasn't come true.
We've kept in touch, like best friends. I think that's what a confidante is. We can talk about anything, without any reservations or secrets.
Now we've both started our own families and live in different cities. She just had a baby. A happy woman.
F
is the only online friend I've ever slept with. I'm glad we met online and became inseparable friends to this day.

V. Purely an accident, a wonderful accident
Before I went into sales, I worked for a private electronics company. Because I always insisted on not hiring or offending anyone, not participating in factions, doing my job well, and maintaining good relationships with colleagues, I had a surprisingly good network of friends. I work in sales and travel a lot, so I often go to the finance department to submit expense reports. I've become quite familiar with a few women there, especially L, a very ordinary-looking young woman who's three years older than me. She often jokingly tells me to call her "sister." Fine, I'll call her that; it won't hurt me, and it might even make things easier when submitting expense reports. So we often playfully tease each other with "sister." Although we joke around a lot, everyone is very proper; after all, with so many people, everyone wants to save face. I also understand that you can't just date anyone. And so, we happily passed the days. Then
one time, we needed to go to a client in a neighboring city to settle accounts and collect payment. The manager didn't have time, so he had to send me, and he also arranged for L to go, saying that they could settle everything there. On the way, L and I chatted and joked around easily. She asked me, "You're almost thirty, why haven't you found a boyfriend yet?" I said, "No, I haven't met the right one, I haven't met any good women." She laughed and scolded me, "You little devil! Who knows what kind of nonsense men are doing these days!" I protested my innocence, rolled my eyes at her, and said, "Who's like you, giving yourself away so easily? Don't you want to have fun for a few more years?" She fell silent after that. I figured her marriage was having some minor problems. I didn't ask further; I was too lazy to care about other people's love lives. She was just a colleague I got along with; I didn't have time to try and change her worldview.
The journey was uneventful. After arriving at our destination at noon, I hastily ate a couple of bites of food outside and went straight to the client's office. She handled all the paperwork and settlement details, while I just chatted with some familiar faces. It seemed like L wouldn't finish after working all afternoon; damn it, the client wouldn't even offer to help with accommodation. I had to find a place to stay myself, since the company would reimburse me. I booked two standard rooms. After dinner, I returned to the hotel, said goodbye to L, and went to my room to shower. After showering, I called her to ask if everything was alright and we were going to sleep. She said, "You're sleeping so early? Are you waiting for someone to make you a lewd call?" I said, "Do I look like that kind of person?" I'm a very chaste person. She said, "You're talking nonsense. I have to keep an eye on you. Why don't you come over here? I'll watch you until you're so sleepy you can barely keep your eyes open before I let you go back, lest you get seduced." I thought to myself, "Is she scared because she's alone? L doesn't travel for work often, and we grown men should at least show some gentlemanly manners, right?" So I told her, "Okay, if you can't control me, my future wife will never forgive you!
" When I went in, L had already finished showering and was getting a drink. She tossed me a bottle, and we chatted casually while watching TV. The room had the heater on (it was early winter, haha), making the carpeted room quite warm. I said, "Sister L, I've taken off all my clothes, do you mind?" L said, "Sure, I've seen everything. If you take everything off, I'll pretend you don't exist." I thought to myself, "Married women are really something else." I felt embarrassed, so I obediently took off my pants and lay half-reclined on the bed in my thermal underwear. After showering, L was also wearing a tight-fitting thermal top. Nothing was wrong at first, but the atmosphere got a little strange after I took off my coat. I quickly tried to make conversation, asking if she was wearing that Tingmei brand. She said yes. I said, "L, you have a great figure." I complimented her, saying she was quite beautiful, and that her older sister was a beauty in her youth. I pretended to be dismissive and said, "What are you bragging about? I've seen plenty of women like you." Unexpectedly, this remark stirred up a hornet's nest. She got angry, threw a pillow at me, and said with a half-laugh, half-insult, "I knew you weren't a good person. If I hadn't called you over, you would have been secretly doing something naughty. Do you think I don't know there are prostitutes in hotels?" I chuckled and said, "Don't worry, sis, I really haven't touched any prostitutes." "You really do have a great figure," I said, "I was just kidding, you're really angry now." L laughed and scolded me, "You're incredibly lucky to find someone with a figure like your older sister in the future." I nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, that's for sure."
A man and a woman were chatting, and if they started discussing each other's bodies, the atmosphere became quite interesting. I hadn't been with a woman in a while, and after just a few sentences, my penis inexplicably got hard. I quickly squeezed my legs together, and when I looked up, I saw L glance at my crotch quickly, muttering, "You men are all the same." My mind went blank, wondering if tonight would bring some unexpected gains. I decided to test the waters, just as after-dinner entertainment. I asked L, "Do you and your husband get along?" She said, "It's not a big deal, just normal life." I just chuckled and stared at her without saying a word. When she realized what I meant, her face turned red, and she plopped down on my bed as if to pounce on me and hit me. I laughed heartily, but she fell silent. I said, "Just kidding, don't be angry." She whispered, "Even though you're not married, I know you've definitely done 'that' before. My husband and I are just like that, nothing special." I felt a pang of pity for her; it seemed her marriage was rather ordinary, at least bland and uneventful. I asked her if she'd ever had a lover. She said her life was pretty normal, and she didn't dare to. I steeled myself, thinking that since we were in another city, it probably wouldn't cause any trouble if we kept it secret, and judging from her attitude, she wasn't a flamboyant person. So I said, "How about I become your lover? We won't interfere with each other's families." She listened for a while without saying anything, then surprisingly put her hand on my calf and said, "I know you're a good person, and I like you quite a bit, but that's not love. Do you mind?" I thought to myself, "Forget it, I'll never love you." But I said aloud, "It's okay, I understand. I'm satisfied if I can cheer you up." She raised her voice slightly and said, "I'm scared. What if someone finds out?" I knew she needed my assurance. I swore to the heavens repeatedly, saying, "As long as you don't tell, I'll be the only one in the world who knows." These words made her feel much more relaxed. I gently pulled her towards me, and she obediently leaned in. Mature women don't need forflirting; I simply embraced her and we fell onto the bed.
Silence spoke volumes; we both understood each other's needs. I pressed down on L, my hand slipping inside her bra and touching her breasts. Her expression was somewhat reserved, but her hand moved to my crotch. I was delighted; mature women are different, these were all natural actions! She said, "You're so hard already." I replied, "It's all because of your figure." She smiled happily; a simple compliment dispelled her reserve. She slowly grabbed my penis through my pants. I said, "Sister, let's take it off. Tonight you can let loose; sex is an enjoyable thing, don't have any worries." My mental massage worked; L proactively reached out and took off my shirt, then her own. I reached back and unhooked her bra. Her skin was average, her breasts weren't small, but they weren't very perky. I touched and kissed them, and she lay there, too afraid to move. I figured I'd have to take everything off to make her feel comfortable. I got up and pulled off my pants and underwear, then knelt down to undress her. She lifted her buttocks slightly, easily revealing her naked body. I examined her body; she was well-proportioned, her skin neither fair nor dark. Because she was lying down, her not-so-firm breasts drooped slightly to the sides, her nipples dark. Her lower abdomen was flat, and her pubic hair was thick and curly. I parted her thighs and looked directly at her vulva. Her labia were fleshy, a bit darker in color, and glistened with a little bit of freshly secreted lubrication. I pressed myself against her again and whispered a compliment in her ear, "Sister, you're so beautiful." L said, "You mean my body, huh?" I quickly added, "Your face is beautiful too." Actually, L would only give me a 70 out of 100; she's just an average woman, and it's only because we've known each other for a while that she's become pleasing to the eye. But her figure is indeed very well-proportioned; for a woman who has given birth, this is quite impressive. I pressed myself against her, slowly wriggling, my penis gently rubbing against her thighs, patiently waiting for her to become aroused. Soon, her legs opened, and I scooped them up with my hand; she was already wet, clearly very eager. Without further ado, I stood up, grasped my erect penis, and said, "Sis, I'm going in. You can still back out now." She laughed and cursed, "Back to normal? What a load of crap! Come on, little man." I knew she was completely open, so I lifted my hips towards her, and I thrust in smoothly. Hmm, not bad, not too tight, not too loose, just right. It seems childbirth hasn't affected her much.
I slowly thrust, and she raised her hips to meet my movements. After a few thrusts, she said, "Don't move, let me try moving a little." Then she increased the up-and-down motion of her hips, and her vagina seemed to clench and unclench. It felt amazing. She asked, "Little man, is it comfortable?" I nodded repeatedly and said, "Sis, you're amazing. This newbie is completely defeated by you." She laughed and scolded me, "Get lost! I'll make you feel good. My husband loves this too, but I don't usually let him do this to me." I wondered if she was trying to please me. I was overjoyed and knelt between her legs, enjoying this wonderful journey.
After she had given me the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, I felt a little sorry for her and said, "Sister, take a break. If you're tired, let me take over." She was touched and lifted herself up to hug me. It seemed my words had hit her sore spot again; her husband wasn't the type to be gentle with women. I held her as we knelt down, and we thrust our penises face to face. The full contact of our bodies quickly aroused her, and she breathed rhythmically with my movements. I didn't dare to move too much; I hadn't been with a woman in a long time and was afraid I'd ejaculate too quickly, so I kept a slow pace. I knew that although she was a woman with many sexual experiences, it seemed that sexual arousal was more important to her than emotional arousal. After seven or eight minutes, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. I patted her buttocks and said, "Sister, let's change positions." She said, "Come from behind, let me show you my ass." I was overjoyed. This young woman was truly incomparable to any young girl; she was proactive in everything, and I understood that she was also trying to please me, perhaps because she felt she was a few years older than me and worried I wouldn't be as interested. I rolled her over and thrust into her, my penis hitting her round, voluptuous buttocks. Her smooth, fleshy buttocks made me disregard her feelings, and I excitedly thrust in and out forcefully. She moaned and lay prone in front of me, letting me ravage her. Soon I reached my climax, and after a few hard thrusts, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her buttocks.
I said, "Sister L, I came a little too quickly. It's been a long time since we've had sex, I'm sorry." L very considerately said, "It's okay, I feel great." She wiped the semen off her buttocks, hugged me, and lay down on the bed, gently stroking my body. I kissed her and said, "Let me rest, we'll do it again later." She said, "You don't think I'm being indecent, do you?" I said, "Of course not, I was the one who seduced you, haha. As long as you're happy, I'm happy.
" L gratefully returned my kiss and said, "You're so good. I wonder which beautiful woman will marry you." I chuckled and said, "For now, I'll only serve you.
" Not long after, we did it again. Luckily, after ejaculating once, I held on for the second time. Plus, she was incredibly aroused, and I brought her to orgasm. Her orgasm wasn't very intense; her lower abdomen swelled, her waist and hips writhed slightly, she let out a few low moans, and then she just lay there quietly enjoying the pleasure. After her orgasm, I ejaculated inside her vagina, and she excitedly hugged my face and kissed me for a long time. Ah, satisfying a married woman is truly a win-win situation.
The next morning, after we finished, we deliberately told the company we wouldn't be finished until the afternoon and wouldn't be able to go back until the third day. That night, back at the hotel, we had sex twice more. L was much more proactive, even using the woman-on-top position. I happily enjoyed her passionate love. I let her do as she pleased all night.
On the way back to the company, L told me not to let anything show at the company, that we should still be the same as before. I readily agreed, thinking it was only natural; I don't usually share good things with others.
When I got home that night, I couldn't help but think about it. Was L trying to seduce me that night, using the excuse of taking me to her room? She's definitely not a casual person; I know her well after working with her for over two years. Maybe she understands me and my family, trusts me, and given her own family troubles, she took advantage of this perfect opportunity and set me up! The more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Thinking about it, I slapped myself. She willingly let me sleep with her, and you, you shameless bastard, still want to get away with it?
Later, we secretly booked a room in the same city, but she was too worried about running into acquaintances, so we actually went to the same hotel in a neighboring city for another tryst. Later, I met my girlfriend and quit my job. After resigning, I had a deep talk with her. She was still afraid of being found out, so I suggested we go back to our separate lives and stop contacting each other. But we promised each other that if we ever had that chance again, we would rekindle our romance.
Sister L, I will remember you. I think you haven't forgotten me
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VI. Now, I'm wrapping up. I haven't met many decent women; I can count them on one hand, but I invested my emotions in each one. Therefore, I can't forget them. In quiet moments, I often take them out and savor them deeply. Sometimes I even feel a bit like a perverted loser, haha.
I've never slept with a prostitute; I feel it's unclean and beneath me. For a while, I frequented foot massage parlors. Some were less reputable; they offered oil massages and handjobs, but not prostitution. It's worth mentioning that after going there so often, I met a rather cute girl from Fujian. After she gave me a handjob, I started to pay more attention to her. Every time I went, I acted very attentive to her, and she seemed to like me a lot. One time, I went with two condoms, ignoring their rules, and after requesting an oil massage from the front desk, I secretly persuaded her in the room to undress and take her to bed. Her vagina was tight, but she wasn't a virgin. Surprisingly, she was incredibly wet, making a lot of splashing sounds during sex. While I was penetrating her, she kept touching my face and asking, "Brother, is it good? Is it good?
" Even though I was wearing a condom, the abundant wetness made me feel completely comfortable. I felt a surge of pleasure, like I could conquer the world. I remember after a series of intense thrusts, I ejaculated very satisfyingly. Surprisingly, she seemed to enjoy it very much too; it wasn't an act, otherwise she wouldn't have been so wet. Afterwards, my legs were weak, and I had to hold onto the handrail to go downstairs. Afterwards, she even asked, "Wasn't my wetness huge?" Her tone was smug and slightly ingratiating. We did it a few times. Later, she had to go back to her hometown. I bought her a plane ticket and gave her a not-too-expensive gift. She cried quite sadly.
Later, we got married. Heaven was kind to me; my wife is wonderful, and she was a virgin. I was her first man. I felt selfishly proud.
I won't go into details about my relationship with my wife in bed; it was alright, I guess. What happens in our own home is best left unsaid. I haven't touched another woman since we got married. Not out of fidelity, but simply out of responsibility to my family.
But when I think about those women from my past, I ask myself, if I were to meet someone who stirs my heart again, what would I do?

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